forum True Lab of His True Intention (O/O) (Rated M)

Started January 06, 2019 by Deleted user

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Slumped against the wall, the same location she was at before, Sage let the darkness around her taunt her as she cried. Again. Her phone lay cracked at her feet, blood trickling from the fingers of her right hand. Her smashing her phone into the wall was the result of her anger, her saddening rage because…. The stupid thing had died before she could fully escape. She didn't know how close or how far she was to the steps but she knew one thing.

She was done trying.

The scientist had waited until she was done exiting his lab to continue feeding. He followed near the same path she did, only to hear faint crying as he approached a hall. He furrowed his brow and walked closer, squinting.
“What are you doing here? I thought you haad left.”

When she heard his voice, Sage cried harder. She gestured to the broken and shattered phone at her feet, blubbering about how it died before she could make it out.

The scientist bent down to gently pick up the phone. He ran deft fingers over it, feeling the damage. He pocketed it and gently took her bleeding hand.
“Come. Let me get something to patch this up for you.”

Sage had no fire left. She stood and let him lead her, wiping her tears as they went. She just wanted to go home. She was tired of the darkness.

He led her to his room again, which he had neatened up. He sat her down on his bed and bumbled around, pulling bandages and cleaning alcohol from cabinets. He approached her carefully, his smile gone and replaced with a serious, focused look.
“I’m gonna have to take the glass out of your hand, okay?”

Her gaze was on her lap, her hand outstretched, palm up. She didn't answer him, just nodded. At the least, her cries has turned into soft whimpers, but that wouldn't last long.

He pulled a small pair of pliers from the first-aid box and gently kneaded at her skin. He pulled out a couple of the larger shreds, then kneaded for the smaller ones.

Sage hissed and winced as he dug for shards of glass. She bit her lip til blood surfaced, tears of pain streaming down her cheeks.

He looked up at her, sighing softly. “I know it hurts now. But if you don’t take them out when the wound if fresh you’ll risk infection. Plus, I’m almost done.”

She gave him another nod, fearing that if she opened her mouth, she'd scream. She licked the blood from her lips and cursed herself mentally.

Look at the mess you're in….

He kneaded the swollen skin a couple more times for glass shards. When he didn’t find any he set down the pliers and grabbed out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a soft rag. He poured some on it and gently rubbed down the wound to clean it.

She gritted her teeth and whined like a wounded dog. Several times she tried to yank her hand away, but his grip was strong. But the time he was done, Sage was sobbing like a child once more,

He gently patted off her hand with a drier rag and carefully bandaged up her hand. He let her go slowly, looking up at her.
“Would you like a tissue?”

Letting her hand fall to her lap, she looked up at him, eyes red and puffy. 'Yes,' she croaked. "Please."

He nodded and rose to his feet, crossing the room and taking down a box of tissues from a shelf. He sat down next to her and handed them to her.
“There you are.”

Sage took the box and spent the next 5 minutes silently putting herself back together.
You're alright, Sage, she told herself. This is just a minor thing. Maybe not tonight but soon you'll be back home with Homer and Mom and Dad… And everything will be alright. You won't even remember this happened.
Sage took a deep breath and then another, her face dry. She looked down at her bandaged hand and sighed. Just a minor thing. ..

The scientist kept his gaze on the floor. He looked tired, and felt equally aa such. Hr just wanted to pass out on his temptingly comfy bed. But he had a guest to look after…

Sage invited herself to the bed, her despair sapling her energy so efficiently. She curled up into a tight ball and stilled, squeezing her eyes shut. She didn't trust the man but she definitely was going to seep in another room by herself.

He glanced down at her with a faint sigh and slowly laid back. Hopefully she’d sleep, then want to go away. He just really wanted to be alone.

After moments of silence where neither one of them moved or spoke, Sage cleared her throat. "What's your name?" she asked. The silence ate away at her in a way she didn't like, so she tried to make conversation. At least, she'd know his name if he did decide to murder her in her sleep.

The scientist stirred to look at her. “My name is Dr. Wery. People call me Werry. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

"No it hasn't. " Sage corrected him. "My name is Sage Middleton. I read an article about you the other day." her voice took on a sleepy tone as her green eyes became unfocused and drowsy.

“Oh right. It’s a thing called being polite, you know,” He said with a chuckle, settinf his head down.

Sage gave a small shrug. "I thought you were being sarcastic." she replied. A yawn broke through her and she shivered.