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Simon Tam (mysisterisaship) wrote in wariscoming,

Simon sighed audibly as Seifer started towards the door. Of course, he though dryly as he moved to intercept the younger man, completely heedless of the strangely shaped blade he’d picked up from next to the bed except to make a note to have someone hide the weapons even from comatose patients in the future, my patient during a crisis would have to be difficult. That’s just way the ‘verse works. He got between the door and his patient and held his hands up, the gesture somewhere between ‘hey, no weapons here’ and ‘stop’.

“As much confidence as your stunningly coordinated exit from the bed where you have spent the last day and change in a coma has inspired in me I’m afraid I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask you to submit to a few tests, just to make sure. Having people on patrol suddenly drop to the ground and begin bleeding from every orifice is something the combat side of this operation frowns upon, I believe, even if it does result in startlingly effective fire-breathing dragons” he said dryly as he motioned Seifer back towards the bed again. He wasn’t sure if the younger man was going to follow his instructions or simply try to plow out through the door again, and so he planted his feet and simply stayed where he was, located so that Seifer would have to physically shove him aside to get out of the infirmary.

“This ‘summoning,’” he began, obviously perfectly content to ask his questions just like this until Seifer either sat down or simply collapsed on the floor, “what can you tell me about it? What are the usual effects? Also,” he brought the pen light up, “if you wouldn’t mind holding still, I’ll need to check your pupil dilation.”