ooc: Ooh, and the delivery boy!
Oh, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't call Goresplatter Splat. It's kind of confusing.
Dionysia watched silently as Gappiqu tied up the bandage and then stepped back towards the lab. She tried to steady her breathing, she still felt a little weak and unsteady.
That slig had surprised her, she hadn't expected help... especially from him. The vykkers were nice to her, some of them almost reverant of her but there was aways a detachment from them, they glorified her as an experiment, not as a person. She watched him as he leant towards whatever the intern was showing him and thought of last time she'd ever really got close to someone. The pain and hatred that had followed.
She shook her head. 'Proffesional detachment', that's what they'd called it. She told herself, that's the way she'd liked it, it was the only way that had ever worked for her; when she'd tried something else it had been almost as painful to her mentally as what she'd just felt physically, and had lasted much longer.
Gappiqu was walking back to her. Before he could speak she grasped his wrist gently in her right hand and whispered, "Thank you." She glanced at the blood colouring their flesh. "I better go."
Without waiting for a reply she turned and ran away from him. Turning a corner she spotted what was apparently a toilet of some sort. She slipped inside and locked the door.
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