Wounded and Without a Rest

[Tanith Alde]

@Mystique

Ghost clutcher her side as she stumbled to her friend's apartment, down teh alleyway. Dal'bor was not a fun place to be at night, especially as a woman, especially wounded. But such was her current state. She had a decent hole in her shoulder, and her attackers were only minutes behind her, she had no choice.

She stumbled to the door and rasped on it quickly, panting with the effort of staying on her feet. She swayed, her vision swiming in and out of focus as she awaited the sight of the red-head, There wasn't much time left.

 

[Dancer]

Work. Late at nights. All night. For some reason darkness seemed to bring the worst out in people. Or the desires they did not dare express otherwise, anyway. She sighed, it was work, but it was no living. She was finding her way home, dressed in her favorite, if not only set of clothes she had. The slightly too small flannel covers mystiques upper body, the pattern being dark blue with overtoning bright red that matches her hair and cyan blue. She had found it scavenging through some of the city's thrift shops shortly after her freedom. She couldn't do without it. To make due with the shirts lack of size for her well endowed chest, the top four buttons are undone, showing the cross strap of her bright pink lace bra. Its lowest hem barely covers part of her body, revealing her taunt hipflexers where her low riding jeans are unable to cover. From behind parts of her tattoo can be seen. A pair of denim jeans cling tightly to her shapely legs and firm, round anterior. Its cool, blue stone wash matches perfectly with her flannel. A pair of black polished boots meet up to her mid calf, polished to perfection. A side strap runs along their outside on the horizontal near the top and a zipper along its veticle exterior.

Her costume with a hold out blaster were stowed in the duffle bag across her shoulder--with the two thousand she had made tonight in tips. It was a good night, all things considered. Then she reached her apartment and halted. Good feelings were gone.

Retreiving her battered, small weapon she tenatively stepped in. Fear gripped her body as she managed to say, "He--he--hello? Is anyone here?"

[member="Scarlet Ghost"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

@Mystique

Inside was a very silent, and a very heavily bleeding Ghost. She was laying on the entryway, blood slowly oosing from her side, a sign she was still alive. She groaned weekly, trying to turn and look at her "Help....Not...Hospital" she managed to croak out before falling back and closing her eyes. At her side was her prized rifle, her bodysuit that clung so tightly to her decently curvaceous frame was torn in multiple locations, though the wounds at her side and shoulder.

Ghost had been on an assignment, that ended badly, her shot and collapsing down a two story building, sticking herself on jagged bit of metal on the way down. She had stumbled her way to the only person she trusted on the planet, sure her attempted killers were hot on her heals

 

[Dancer]

Mystique felt her heart leap out of her chest, dropping her bag and her weapon. She was no stranger to blood, her own or others. However, this was her friend--on the floor. Bleeding out.

"Gods, no," she exclaimed bending close and looking her dear friends wounds over. She was no doctor but had learned more than enough before on how to keep a person alive when wounded--generally through the hard way.

She didn't have to ask where the damage came from, she could guess. She knew what Ghost did for a living. She nooded and swallowed. No hosital. Ok. She could do this. Mystique licked her lips and nodded again. She placed her hand on Ghost's face, "Stay with me. Don't go anywhere."

She scurried into the kitchenette a few feet away and retrieved her medical kit. Stopping low, she unlatched it with trembling fingers. Her hands wrapped around a gauze pack and tore it open roughly before pressing it on the wound on her side. Her slender, pale fingers wrapped around Ghost's and pressed the assassin's hand on it, "Hold this."

Her fingers darted around the kit again, pulling out a hypo needle of pain reliever. She found the fleshy part of Ghost's leg and jabbed the end in it, quickly emptying the contents into her friend's body. A second later she grabbed another needle, this one a powerful antibiotic. She stabbed it in the other leg and treated her friend. The third and fourth needles were right over the wounds. Bacta. To stimulate the cell's healing. She let these go slowly, to aid their absorption in the body.

Swallowing she looked in Ghost's eyes and tenderly ran her fingers over the wounded woman's hair. A tear slid off Mystique's face onto her's. That was when others, rougher sounding occupants could be heard entering the hall. Mystique's head shot up and she gripped her side arm. Her eyes were wide with terror, but she knew what she had to do.

[member="Scarlet Ghost"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Ghost's hand found her friend and she pushed her hands down, shaking her head slowly. With a grunt of pain she rose to her feet, despite [member="Mystique "]'s protests "Hide....And clear your mind....Dont think of anything....Try to sleep" She said in a tone that brooked no arguement. Arcane words flowed from her lips. Numbing pain completely. She felt fine now, though her wounds would continue to bleed away as her body moved. She had simply numbed herself to the pain. She strode confidantly down the hallway now, toward the half dozen that had dared to threaten Mystique.

The power she was using may have kept her from feeling pain, but it sapped her mental strengths as much as it her wound had her physical. Waves of Darkness "Huarj reaogi awry van sjet ekjomi." Rage focused outward can deter an enemy.' The user delves into the darkness of her own spirit and dredges up the feelings of hatred, jealousy, greed, and rage that linger in shadowed recesses. Using the Force as a power source, she expels these vile emotions in waves of dark side energy that radiate outward in an expanding sphere. Anyone caught in the disturbance suffers immediate pain, and an unending fear. Her lightsaber ignited, taken from a shadowed spot on her bet. She did not want to expend this much power, but this had gone beyond simply escaping. She could have ran on her own, she had to fight, to protect her friend. Soon the entryway to Mystique's home was now adorned with six new, dead bodies

@Mystique

 

[Dancer]

She took a crawling step backward. Then she watched as the woman, her friend slaughtered the intruders. She was no stranger to bloodshed. She had witnessed countless deaths in her time---never at the hands of one she considered her closest friend. Her lips opened in a gape of surprise as the souls were releived of their mortal forms. When the last body fell she sprang to her feet, grabbing her medical box and moving to Ghosts side.

She snuggled her shoulder along the woman's body, wrapping a tender arm around her waist. Concern was written all over the dancers face. " You need to lay down. Your hurt."

In a brief moment of defiance her crystal blue eyes made it clear: she wouldnt take no for an answer. Guiding her friend she laid her on the leather couch to resume her medical care. Along the venture her leg popped the door closed in a graceful kick.

Nealing by her side, Mystique checked the major wounds. They had stopped bleeding. Good. She nodded, jumping to what was next. Minor wounds. She drew a surgical blade and began to cut away at the body suit. As the wounds became more exposed she treated each one with a dab of antibiotics and sealing. A few needed instant stitches. Many rewired just a brief bandage. Finally she attached a line of synth blood to Ghosts arm, feeding her much needed blood and replenishing what she had greatly lost.

As the life-giving liquid pumped into her body Mystique"a blood stained hand craddled Ghosts head. Her eyes looked at her with compassion." Let me take care of you. You're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you. Promise." a ginger hand began to run through her raven hair before the dancer leaned in kissed the pale skin of her dear friend. "it's my turn to take care of you. "

[member="Scarlet Ghost"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

@Mystique
Ghost offered up a sad smile "Shouldn't have...been this way" SHe croaked out, attempting to raise a hand to touch Mystique's face. "Was supposed" She coughed, including some blood in the couch "Protect...." She let her hand drop as exhaustion took her and she faded into a deep, nightmare plagued sleep, as she always did when she used her darker powers.

She tossed and turned, moaning in her sleep as her nightmares assailed her, a cold sweat breaking out across her pale skinned body, only Mystique's soft stroking of her hair slowly calmed her down and she settled

 

[Dancer]

The dancer slipped herself behind Scarlet and pulled her close, resting the woman's head on her breasts. Through the night she gently rubbed her hair, holding and keeping her close. Her soft, airy voice sang calming songs over her friend when she stirred too deeply. She would take care of Scarlet, her closest friend, and not let any harm come to her. The poor assassin had been through too much. Too much today.

She wouldn't let anything happen to her. Nothing at all. Her loyalties ran deep like the rivers she had seen on some worlds, cutting gorge into the planes and smashing rocks. She looked at the poor woman's tormented face. For the dozenth time that night she bent low and gave it a soft kiss. Did she love her?

Mystique furrowed her brows as she thought about the question. She held a deep regard for Scarlet, and already would gladly lay her life down for her. She would stand by her side no matter what. She would never hurt her, and she would do anything for her. Was that love? She blinked, if it wasn't she didn't know what was.

What if she wasn't able to feel love? The thought made her lips curl in a frown. She wanted to feel. To feel love. Was she too broken, too far gone to feel it? She hoped not. She wanted to--more than anything.

When morning came, the Half-Zeltron slipped carefully from behind her cuddling mate for the night. Mystique caressed her face and checked the woman's wounds, changing the bandages. She would be alright for now. Then Mystique made he way into the kitchen with a yawn. What did Scarlet like to eat? She didn't know. It seemed she would have to guess.

Most people enjoyed caf, she set a pot of that boiling.

Her pantry had slices of grade B nerf meat, cheep second rate spice, and a third of a carton of eggs from some unknown avian. She scooped them up in her arms. An omelet would do nicely.

She began mixing the contents and frying them on the stovetop, humming a soft tune. She was--happy. She had no idea, but she was. She was content to make breakfast for someone else.

She blinked, "I am happy."

[member="Scarlet Ghost"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

@Mystique

Ghost was slowly recovering under Mystique's gentle care, her mental woes calmed, the welling of blood from her wounds subsided, and slowly her body put itself back together, she didn't know how long she had been out.

She rose slightly, sitting up and looking around. She saw an unknown apartment, she ran a hand along her injuries, saw they had been tended to. She furrowed her brows as she tried to recall exactly what had happened. Then she smelled the delicious cooking from Mystique's kitchen, and remembered where she was. The ghost of a smile lit up her face as she realized for once she wouldn't have to drag her self from the scene of her last resting place, she was welcome to stay, for the now at least.

She slowly laid her head back on the couch's pillows with a sigh as she awaited the sight of the red head. She felt a stab of something in her chest...Pain? No similar but...Longing? She shivered at that thought. She remembered her time addicted to chems, and more recently, their withdrawal. The sensation she was experiencing at present was very similar to those times

 

[Dancer]

She plated the food on a cracked second hand white porcelain plate. She had found it scavenging along the way in this world. Like most things she owned. It did its job. Setting the dish and a fresh mug of caf on a wooden slab that doubled as her cutting board. Humming her tune she made her way into the living room again. Ghost was awake. Good that was perfect.

Smiling sweetly she sat beside the couch and began feeding her patient a forkful at a time. This was what she did. She took care of those whom she cared about. There were not many but she was one of them. When the food was gone the scarlet haired dancer took the plate to the kitchen and cleaned it off before returning to ghosts side. Her hands gently stroked the assassins raven hair. Her cyan eyes watching her carefully.

[member="Scarlet Ghost"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

@Mystique

Ghost was silent and exhausted as she struggled through the meal, only Mystique's gentle care keeping her alive by this point. But she knew she would be better soon, and the finely cooked meal went quite a ways toward that.

She felt something as Mystique stroked her hair, and emotion she had not felt in many years. Not since her earliest days on Nar Shadda, and her first love. Softly she took the dancer's hand, bringing it to her lips she kissed the back of it before returning it to her, it all she could do at present to properly thank her

 

[Dancer]

Scarlets lips on her hand made the dancer smile softly. She was safe, her assassin. Yes, she though Scarlet is my assassin. The idea of a possessive nature, hers and no one else's made her feel warm inside.

She gave the woman's bandages a once over. The bacta had greatly sped the healing along. She was glad. She hated to see beings suffer, espeically the ones she cared the most about. She administered a second dosage of the medicine and pulled scarlet to her chest.

Resting her chin on the raven black hair she could feel sleep overcoming her. She was safe. Scarlet was safe. That was all that mattered to her. Wrapping her arms around the woman she could feel the fatigue taking over. The worst had past for her lady and now rest was taking her over. At last she fell into its throws, feeling comfort in her friends safety. Her dreams were filled with the assassin in her arms, bringing a smile to her lips.

[member="Scarlet Ghost"]