A SINISTER LEGACY [PART 4] - The escape.

[astonishing_xmods]

Who: The Sick and the doctors
What: The sick plan an escape to search for a cure before it kills Nightcrawler
Where: Medical Quarantine and the docks
Warnings: Violence
Notes: Part one of the series

[It's nighttime on the 22nd, the plot is set, the day has come. It was finally time to break out, to find answers. To find a cure. They wouldn't find anything sitting here. Henry had found nothing while Kurt was getting worse, his flesh beginning to turn from blue to a boiling shade of red. He had know he didn't have much time. He knew it would take a miracle to survive much longer.

Lying in his medical bed with Flik next to him his tail flicks to the side, giving the signal that it was time to begin.

Seconds later, Flik charges straight for Zancrow, screaming at the top of his lungs and as soon as he does, Kurt bamfs from his table, appearing right next to the first person he's getting ready to teleport out.]

Comments

[long_live_the_queen]

Then I won't.

[Krista's hand was soft. It took a major effort not to wiggle her fingers. That would be...well, that might tickle. And feel strange and then Krista would tell her to move.]

[martyrerkomplex]

[...Well, maybe this new hand-related development could distract from what she'd accidentally almost-said. Krista was quiet and still a few moments longer, then carefully moved her hand to let Kaede's fingers slip between hers.]

[long_live_the_queen]

[When Krista started to move, Kaede was starting to pull away; when the smaller girl instead laced their hands together Kaede made a noise not entirely unlike a muffled, hoarse-sounding squeak. Very dignified.

She sort of...meant to do that?

She definitely wasn't going to move away though. That would be like giving up or retreating and she was fine right here, see?]

[martyrerkomplex]

[...That really wasn't so bad.]

[And for a moment or two at least, it seemed like it would stop her asking too many more questions. Krista let out a little sigh of relief.]

[long_live_the_queen]

[Kaede grumbled a little, ruffling her shoulders like that would restore any of her composure.

...sitting here wasn't so bad. The bulk of the wheelhouse blocked the wind, though the stairs were still open to the air.

Krista brought blankets with her, though, which Kaede noticed once she stopped staring off at the flickering harbor lights in the distance.]

...give me that blanket.

[martyrerkomplex]

[Right, the blankets. She'd all but forgotten them, and blinked for a moment before she remembered what Kaede was talking about.]

Oh... Right, here.

[She reached back to get her one, moving her hand away from Kaede's in the process.]

[long_live_the_queen]

[Kaede let Krista's hand go, curling her fingertips around the edge of the stairs to steady herself.

Two vectors extended from her back, grabbing either corner of the offered blanket. One vector dragged the blanket over her own shoulder--and the other dropped the opposite end over Krista.

There. Deal with that.]

[martyrerkomplex]

[Krista blinked up at her like she'd started speaking in tongues, her hand reaching up to touch the blanket like she'd never felt anything like it before.]

[Maybe she hadn't.]

[long_live_the_queen]

[Kaede had been about to return to staring at the horizon again when she noticed Krista just. Looking at her.

Not squawking or protesting or complaining or making excuses. Just looking at her like Kaede had turned into a ghost.

...or not quite a ghost. She didn't seem afraid, not...precisely.]

...what?

[martyrerkomplex]

[She shook her head, looking away, a tinge of pink rising into her cheeks.]

...Nothing.

[long_live_the_queen]

[...hmph.

It...wasn't enough to make her fidget away from Krista. And she should probably be resting.

...but it didn't make her feel odd, either. Odd and strange and like an outsider.

So Kaede held still, relaxing from fingertip to shoulder but still staying upright.]

[martyrerkomplex]

[There didn't seem to be any good way to get out of this position without having to talk about it or something.]

[Getting up seems like an awful lot of effort, when there's very little for her to even do once she does.]

[So Krista closes her eyes and pretends to sleep-- but finds herself dozing off almost immediately, quite exhausted by their escape.]