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

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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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[info]brain_ninja
2009-01-12 10:01 pm UTC (link)
"Fish, good. Great! Mirage. Fish!" Andy rambled as he took the child's shirt off and dropped it on the floor, swallowing hard against the renewed wave of nausea that rolled over him at the sight of the blood caked into the material. His eyes moved around the room until he noticed the plate of fish up on his dresser. "See? Check that out. Talk about room service," he said quickly with exaggerated cheer as he rose to his feet and crossed the room to retrieve the food for Gray. He crossed back and crouched down again, holding the plate out to the boy.

"I know you don't like me behind you, but it's not like that," he assured Gray, looking into his eyes and keeping his voice even and gentle. "I will not hurt you, I promise you. It might sting when I use the peroxide...well, it probably will sting, but they'll get infected if I don't. But that's it. I'm just gonna clean these cuts and patch 'em up...and then I'll sit right next to you, or in front of you, or wherever you want me to until Rose comes and helps me figure out how to fix your hand."

He didn't move right away, wanting to make sure Gray understood that his motives were innocent. After a short pause, he finally moved again, crawling over the mattress to sit on his heels behind Gray and taking the peroxide out of the kit and using one of the pristine white towels in it to create a barrier between the boy and the bed. He pressed the towel up against a scarred but unbroken bit of skin on Gray's lower back just above the boy's waistband and took a deep breath. "Sorry, sorry...this is gonna sting," he warned and tipped the peroxide bottle to let the liquid trickle over Gray's upper back and down. It flared into bubbles immediately and Andy winced reflexively for Gray. "I'm so sorry," he apologized, frowning heavily, "but it'll hurt more later if we let it get infected than it hurts now to clean it..."

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[info]notbrokenyet
2009-01-12 10:22 pm UTC (link)
Gray hunched over his food nibbling while the man seemed to babble about nothing. Then again it was probably very important but the food...smelt so good and it had been an awful long time that he got distracted until the peroxide contacted his back.

The boy bit back a small cry, dropping the food just barely hearing Andy's apology. Gray cried brokenly as Andy worked on his back.

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