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notbrokenyet (notbrokenyet) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-09 21:49:00

Current mood:	cold
Entry tags:	andy gallagher, arrival, complete, day 28, gray harkness, rose tyler

Gray Arrives
Who: Gray Harkness and OTA
When: Day 28
What: Gray arrives to Mirage
Rating: PG-13 at the most. (I'm hoping)
Status: Complete

Gray could hardly see for the pain from his beating for stealing food as a guard shoved him into his cell for the night. Oh he had known better, he really had, but the little scrap of fish left from his owners' extravagant dinner mixed with not eating anything for nearly three days made him abandon his training for that brief second. What made the beating particularly sting is that he hadn't even gotten the morsel to his mouth. So along with his stomach cramping from hunger his back was now bloody and raw and the offending hand broken.

The young boy curled up on the hard rock floor and cried silently, wondering if anyone would ever come to rescue him. "Mama...Papa...Big Brother....Where are you?" He whispered, closing his eyes and trying to sleep despite the discomfort and pain.

He dreamt of Boeshane and its night time chill, the scent of it ocean air and the sounds of home. It was a bitter sweet dream one that lead to confusion when he woke up to a bitter cold. Gray slowly opened his eyes and looked around in utter surprise and loss as he stared out at a field of snow in front of him and buildings behind him.

Where in the Universe was he?

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brain_ninja
2009-01-12 09:03 pm UTC (link)

Oh, God, you're kidding me... Andy thought as Gray answered where it hurt and something rather dirty came to mind first. Andy was not even going to touch that with a ten foot pole.

"Okay, your hand..." Andy decided, first, taking Gray's hand gingerly in his own. He winced. It looked badly broken and maybe had been for a while. "Shit..." he muttered. He had no idea how to deal with broken bones. Maybe Rose would know how to set it. Andy let go of Gray's hand. "Okay, never mind that, because I'll probably end up making it worse and I'll let Rose figure that out. Your back?" Andy asked. "I'm gonna lift up your shirt, okay? So I can see," he explained as he moved behind Gray very slowly. If his first inclination was right, Gray would likely not take well to Andy being behind him, so in an effort to reassure the boy, he kept one hand gently on the child's shoulder and carefully stripped Gray of the jacket.

"Hey, Mirage, how about some food? What do you want to eat, Gray? Just ask for it out loud and my room will have it. Anything you want, bud," he said as he very slowly lifted up the back of Gray's shirt. He winced and hissed, closing his eyes the moment he could see the tear marks in the child's skin. Slashes of raw skin on top of already raised, scarred skin...

Andy felt sick.

In over my head, in over my head...way over my head... he thought, trying to take his mind off his own nausea in response to what he'd seen. "Arms up, so I can take your shirt off," Andy said quietly. "I can't do anything with it still on, buddy."

Rose, please hurry, he thought desperately at her, and hoped, wherever she was, she'd get his message.

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notbrokenyet
2009-01-12 09:46 pm UTC (link)

Gray sat tensely beneath Andy's hand, really not liking the person behind him despite the reassure hand. He gave a tight nod to what Andy says but doesn't ask for anything, the pain of the shirt being lifted from the wounds making him nauseous. The boy swallowed thickly and lifted his arms, clenching his jaw in pain, pale grey eyes stormy with roiling emotions.

He tried to take his mind off the pain. "Food..food...Fish. I haven't had fish in awhile...Almost had some." Gray looked about ready to bawl but held back admirably.

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