forum Silent as a Tomb (R, SFW & NSFW)

Started March 06, 2023 by @Story_Siren group

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Cole looks around at their words. They're right; the room is empty apart from them. "Where did everyone…go?"

Wren shrugs.

"Not sure. And I don't exactly care. Not a big fan of large crowds, anyways. I was just forced to come here." they reply.

Cole hesitates and switches his change of thought. He's not going to ask them. "Well, now I'm curious." He gets up and extends a hand to the person. "I'm Cole. Want to go explore?"

Wren looks at the hand and doesn't take it.

"Wren." they say. "And it's not like I have anything better to do. Maybe you can help sew me back up."

Cole lowers his hand. “Sure ‘s long as It’s not too deep. We should find an empty hospital room then.”

Name: Nathaniel Barnes

Pronouns: 

He/Him

Gender: Trans Male


Sexuality: Bisexual with a male lean


Shipping? Sure


Personality: Nathaniel is a quiet man, often trying to not make much noise or do anything of the sort. He always seems like he's trying to take up as little space as possible, but once you get him talking about something he enjoys, its hard to get him to shut up.


Appearance: He has longish black hair with white streaks in it, dark brown eyes, and a pale and sickly complexion. He stands at around 6 foot but slouches to seem less intimidating.

Extra:

Reason they're at the medical hospital: Nathaniel has Osteoporosis and uses a cane, he had a bad flare up recently and needed extra attention

(Alright! You gone for the day?)

(Yep! It’s nighttime over here and I’ve gotta get that sweet sweet sleep)

(I'm back!) Cole starts walking around the room and looks around for anything that could clue him into what happened.

(Hey!)

Wren sighs, slipping off the hospital bed and shoving their hands in their pockets.

"I doubt you're going to find anything of any use up here. At least, not anything that isn't locked behind a cabinet." they mutter.

Cole looks back at them and straightens. “Then what do you suggest we do? Go up?” He does have some lockpicking skills but that isn’t something he reveals to just anyone.

"Down is Trauma and Urgent Care. I want to take care of my. . . well, I need a needle and some thread." Wren replies quietly.

“Ah yes. Well then, to TUC we go.” Cole marches forward before realizing… “Where’s the trauma and urgent care ward? Left or right?”

Wren sighs.

"Just follow me." they mutter, heading towards a flight of stairs instead of the elevators. "We go down this flight of stairs, then go left, then go right."

Cole nods and does as they say. They’re extremely quiet and soft-spoken; he has guesses as to why but will wait for confirmation.

They reach TUC quickly under Wren's guidance.

They pull down their hood and shake their black hair out, keeping their mask on.

"You take the left of of the wing, I'll take the right, and we meet back up again in the middle." they say, voice still quiet but now with a slight edge, saying to just listen to them.

“Okay.” Cole doesn’t argue. Usually he would - he’s a good leader after all - but the edge in their voice was just a hint unnerving. He heads to the right and wonders what he’ll find.

Wren sighs in relief. They go off to the left and find the painkiller cabinet, quietly busting it open - it was surprisingly easy - and grabbing a bottle of high strength pain relievers. They pop a couple before moving on, finding some stitching supplies. They make their way back to the middle after a couple more minutes of searching.

There’s several cabinets and tables filled with all sorts of medical things. Cole looks on with fascination and pockets a scalpel - just in case. Finishing up his search, Cole joins Wren in the middle of the room.

"I found what I needed." Wren murmurs, holding out ths stitching kit.

"I'll deal with my arms and what parts of my chest I can reach. You deal with my back and neck." they say, starting to pull off their hoodie.

“Okay.” Cole hesitates. “Am I doing it at the same time as you…?”

Wren shakes their head.

"Dangerous. Plus, I'd get overstimulated. Best let me work first before you do anything." they reply quietly, their hoodie now all the way off, revealing a fuck ton of bandages stretching from their neck to about their belly button and wrists.

They slowly start unwinding them, letting them fall to the floor, revealing numerous shallow and deep cuts everywhere, in neat little rows and collumns, placed over old and new scars, some of which were still an angry sort of red.

The cuts on their back were more disorganised, as though inflicted by a whip or some other such object.

Wren starts sewing up their arms and chest.

Their body was very thin - you could actually count their ribs and their vertebrae pretty well, but there was some muscle there too.

Cole gapes but keeps his thoughts to himself. He’s…aware of potential reasons why they have this many but to ask? Yeah, no. Instead he sits on a chair nearby and watches Wren work in silence.

He’s never had to stitch anything larger than a knee to ankle scratch.

Wren finishes up their part quickly - they obviously knew what they were doing, and had ignored all of the shallow cuts. They hand Cole the stitching stuff wordlessly, stilling their body and distancing their mind from it all.

Cole takes it with shaky hands. He breathes in, and put, funneling all of his attention into getting the task done. He then starts stitching up Wren’s back.