"They may be healthy, by they're far from normal," Ienzo pointed out. "We can't blame Dilan for having a panic episode."
In the end, Ienzo had to take blood from himself, being one of the lucky few carriers of universal compatibility. The freezer needed to be emptied entirely, all samples destroyed, but there was no time for that now. He alternated his time between assisting Even with removing the dead skin and leaning against a counter with some crackers and juice. He occasionally gave Lexaeus a wary look. No wonder most humans gave them a wide berth when they were Nobodies. He would ask Aeleus later...if Aeleus were to come back. For now he kept most of his attention on poor Dilan.
The wings fully grown reached slightly past Dilan's backside, giving him much-needed modesty on the cold table. Ienzo had the sense to get a blanket for him after they were done. The consensus was that Dilan couldn't be trusted with the appendages, after his attempt at removing them. So after setting up an IV drip of mild sedative, Ienzo slink back to bed to rest and recuperate. They could clean the blood off the new limbs later. After some desperately needed sleep.
Dilan awakened in midmorning with his mind in a fog and what felt like a heavy blanket over his shoulders. His back still ached, and raw skin itched like he had been bitten by insects. He groaned, eyes half-lidded and sore around the sockets. His body felt suspended in water, muscles languid, hovering just above being able to move his arms, but it felt like he moved them through a thick syrup. Where....? The infirmary? When had he....
The last thing he remembered was....pain. Aeleus, or was it Lexaeus, carrying him down the stairs. Beyond that, nothing. Dilan fought the lethargy of the sedative, straining to pull his arms underneath him so he could get up.
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Date: 2015-10-25 12:12 pm (UTC)In the end, Ienzo had to take blood from himself, being one of the lucky few carriers of universal compatibility. The freezer needed to be emptied entirely, all samples destroyed, but there was no time for that now. He alternated his time between assisting Even with removing the dead skin and leaning against a counter with some crackers and juice. He occasionally gave Lexaeus a wary look. No wonder most humans gave them a wide berth when they were Nobodies. He would ask Aeleus later...if Aeleus were to come back. For now he kept most of his attention on poor Dilan.
The wings fully grown reached slightly past Dilan's backside, giving him much-needed modesty on the cold table. Ienzo had the sense to get a blanket for him after they were done. The consensus was that Dilan couldn't be trusted with the appendages, after his attempt at removing them. So after setting up an IV drip of mild sedative, Ienzo slink back to bed to rest and recuperate. They could clean the blood off the new limbs later. After some desperately needed sleep.
Dilan awakened in midmorning with his mind in a fog and what felt like a heavy blanket over his shoulders. His back still ached, and raw skin itched like he had been bitten by insects. He groaned, eyes half-lidded and sore around the sockets. His body felt suspended in water, muscles languid, hovering just above being able to move his arms, but it felt like he moved them through a thick syrup. Where....? The infirmary? When had he....
The last thing he remembered was....pain. Aeleus, or was it Lexaeus, carrying him down the stairs. Beyond that, nothing. Dilan fought the lethargy of the sedative, straining to pull his arms underneath him so he could get up.