when the moon is low

Saul Stormbringer · 08-30-2011, 03:49 PM

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23rd August . Mid-Morning . Cerne Rise . Optime Form

It was time for Wretch's cast to come off. He couldn't quite believe that six weeks had past since that fateful morning when he'd woken to such fear and terror. He'd fixed her up as best he could, but he could see that the cuts on her shoulder had been too deep to heal without lasting damage. He'd noticed the scars marring her white furred body a few days back and had been saddened by the fact that he and Gideon had been unable to prevent the scars that were forming. So much had happened in his life since Ichika had been formed that he often had to sit down and think through what had happened. It was one of the reasons he'd begun to keep a diary, a detailed account of what he did each day, because there was so many hours in the day that he filled them all before going to bed. He was getting used to waking each morning with no warmth to tell him Siku was there. She was gone and there was nothing he could do to get her back. But he was getting over it, slowly but surely telling himself that it was okay. He had more important things to be doing with his time that worrying about her.

Meticulous preparation was a short lived operation as all he really needed as a good pair of scissors to cut through the bandages that held the whole splint together. But he needed to make sure that the break was healed properly instead of just carelessly ripping off the cast. He'd had to make do with the splint as he had not been able to find a substance that replicated that of the plaster of paris he'd read about hospitals using. It would have been a better material, but there was nothing he could do about it. He moved around the communal living area, cleaning down a table for Wretch to sit on, carefully arranging his equipment so that it was within easy reach but not in plain sight as to scare her. He knew she trusted him with her life, but he didnt want to freak the girl out by revealing his scissors too early. He called her name, knowing she would be able to hear from the apartment downstairs. It would take her a while to get out of the room and down here, but he hoped she would be walking by now. He'd found the wheelchair as a means for her to get around but she should be walking by now at least.

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