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Tweak says, "bidet!"

muppet_thighs (muppet_thighs) wrote in tensor,
@ 2011-02-15 20:09:00

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jono_starsmore, josh_foley

Backdated to Feb 12, late afternoon [Josh]
Since he didn't need to sleep or eat, the powers evaluation had been almost immediately, much to Jono's relief. He wanted to figure out what happened and what was going on with his body. Optimism and hope were strong in Jono, but having your jaw blown off and burning away most of your chest cavity did not have a visible upside that he could fathom. He'd been in a daze on the plane, not awake but not asleep and hearing sounds and voices but sometimes feeling them too. Like they were stroking his hand or something. It was definitely weird. The UK branch of where they were sending him had bandaged him well and clothed him in layers that hid what was going on, so that stares were all for the strange boy in too many clothes for the weather who didn't take off his heavy coat on the nice warm plane.

In the Reyes Medical Center, Jono felt more exposed than if he'd been fully naked (which he had been at some point, but he must've started blocking things out of his memory), laying there on the table with a pair of scrubs pants barely clinging to his nonexistent hips, bare to the waist. His long fingered hands clutched handfuls of crumpled exam table paper and his psifire glowed like a cheerful campfire that just needed some weenies and mallows. Most of the gauze had been removed from the edges of burned skin but would be replaced when the exam was done. Jono certainly did not feel like he was missing his jaw and chest front, which explained why he kept trying to speak.

To be sure, the medical team had been incredibly thoughtful and respectful, to the point Jono was becoming suspicious. There was one last healer who was going to look at him, a powerful student who would be overseen by Dr. Reyes. She promised he would be bandaged back up, dressed, and feeling comfortable before he left, but he had no way of knowing if she would do so.

Throughout the exam Jono had tried to keep his eyes closed, because he didn't want to see people looking at him. Like he was different. Like he was an experiment. Like he was a freak. But a student, at the school he was going to go to... Jono scrimped an eye open. And tried that new way to talk he'd been taught.

His mindvoice was weak and reverberated rather like a bad 70s disco, but it was his voice. *A... Alright?*

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muppet_thighs
2011-02-16 03:37 am UTC (link)

Another thing, he kept trying to breathe. Jono hadn't realized how much he communicated through inhales, exhales, sighs, and gasps. Apparently almost more than words. How inconvenient. Jono just hoped he wouldn't snort up or blow out whatever it was through his nose. His nickname back in the children's home had been Snape. A fire-breathing nose would get him worse here. On the table Jono was reassured by the handfuls of paper he could hear and feel the normal way. His toes twitched.

There were two false starts before he remembered. *...J-Jonoth-thonnn.*

Normally right there he'd be all 'deep breaths, Jono, deep breaths'... his eyes opened fully when he thought the slightly creaky-crackling flames pulsed when he'd tried.

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fatedtouch
2011-02-16 03:47 am UTC (link)

"Jonothon?" He moved to stand beside him, hands at his sides. "I'm going to have to touch you, Jonothon, so let me know if there's anywhere you're uncomfortable with." Usually he just lay his hands to a patient's chest, but, well, not an option. "I promise it won't hurt, but some people feel a little...crowded sometimes. It happens with certain powers. So if you do feel uncomfortable, don't panic, just tell me. Okay?"

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muppet_thighs
2011-02-16 03:51 am UTC (link)

There wasn't anywhere he was uncomfortable with on one hand and he was uncomfortable with all of it on the other. This was way more touching than had been done to him in the last ten bloody years. But... it was for a purpose, and the purpose was important. So he could take a little more of total strangers feeling around him and invading his space.

Jono's mindvoice was a little faint, but audible. *A'roight.*

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fatedtouch
2011-02-16 04:02 am UTC (link)

Josh looked him over thoughtfully. He needed enough skin to set both palms to, but he didn't want to touch the boy anywhere he might feel was inappropriate. Like one of his thighs, which he'd have to further undress for - even if it was perhaps second to his back in open space. "Okay," he told him, rubbing his hands together to warm them. He set both hands low on the teen's side. "Is this okay?"

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muppet_thighs
2011-02-16 04:09 am UTC (link)

From that first burst of light things had been, in Jono's opinion, highly inappropriate. It was really the word he'd been looking for to describe it all and the one that really encompassed the entire situation as a whole, and if Josh had said it he would've been relieved. He didn't know why the older lad was rubbing his hands, maybe they were cold? Perhaps the boy had poor circulation like Miss Maudy in the cafeteria. Jono could not feel temperatures anymore (though he could feel pain), but the memory of hot and cold was still so strong that he thought he did. So when Josh's hands gently gripped his sides, all he felt was pressure.

He didn't know if location had anything to do with what would follow, but so long as Josh was fine, so was he. Hesitantly and then with one quick up and down of his chin, Jono nodded.

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fatedtouch
2011-02-16 05:41 am UTC (link)

Josh took a deep breath and focused. Closing his eyes to better see the result, he let his powers spill into the other teen. At first, he felt a brief surge of panic, because he couldn't read any recognizable signs of life. It was only upon further searching, reaching below cells to atoms that he found what he was looking for. And it was nothing short of miraculous. Whatever Jonothon's ability was, it was who he was now. It was how he existed now. It was strange and foreign, and beautiful. He'd never seen anything like it, and doubted he would again.

Once he knew what he was looking for, he pulled his powers back up to a cellular level to look for any remaining organs and feel his way through his muscular-skeletal structure. Everything looked okay - at least what was left of it - though instead of blood, his new power surged through him. Josh followed it around a little, riding Jono's tissues as his power was impossible to piggyback.

Everything went fine until he edged around the younger teen's gaping chest. As soon as he tried to give his body a little nudge - they'd asked him to check after all - his powers recoiled with enough force to reverberate through his head. He reeled his powers in as the vibration became a throb. Pulling his hands free, he pressed the curve of one palm to his eye.

He remained still for a moment, before shaking his head. He thought he heard Dr. Reyes sigh, but it could have easily been his own sound. He wasn't paying much attention after all to anything but the bloom of a migraine starting front row center.

He was angrier about being unable to help than the fact that he'd deliberately pushed himself into a corner that'd take the whole weekend to recover from.

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