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socrowdedinhere) wrote2012-05-21 10:43 pm
More poor WJ
*They’ll reach a cave that.....has rather expertly been turned into something cozy and welcoming. They’ll take WJ in and Terris will finish seeing to his wounds, getting his back stitched and bandaged, his wrists bandaged, and the patches of missing fur treated with a salve to help the fur grow back. After getting him to eat and drink a little more, and this time the challenge may be /stopping/ when they say he needs to stop eating, they’ll fix up a place for him to lie down and get some sleep, promising that is his stomach is feeling okay when he wakes he can eat as much as he wants then.*
WJ: *doesn't care /where/ they take him so long as it's /safe/ - he's quiet and obedient as they tend to him and he does as told, including stopping when told, though it /is/ a bit of a struggle . . . he'll lie down and is almost instantly /out/ . . . and the nightmares aren't far behind*
SZ: *WJ will likely wake from those nightmares to find SZ sitting by his shoulder, softly petting his head or rubbing an ear, while he softly murmurs comforts to the mech* It’s okay. It’s okay, you’re safe now. You’re safe. Wheeljack, you’re okay.
WJ: *FLINCHES back from whoever's too close, CURLING, /frightened/ eyes darting up to see who it is . . . there's a moment of frozen confusion before he relaxes in increments, looking around* I'm s-sorry... *still panting a bit, heart still /racing/*
SZ: *pulls his hand away until WJ seems to recognize him again, and then goes back to softly petting at him* You have nothing to be sorry for.
WJ: ...............I-I get like this. Restless. *yeah, that's one word for it* Don't...don't worry about me. I'll be okay. I'll just keep disturbin' ya if ya try ta stay here. I'm okay...
SZ: It’s all right. I’m here to help. Just try to rest.
WJ: .......I don't wanna keep ya up. What... *shifts to try to see out the cave* What time is it?
SZ: Not late enough for me to want to recharge yet. Just rest. *it is still light out...*
WJ: I'll, um...probably be doin' this all night. *just so he knows* It's normal.
SZ: Maybe I can help with that, likely not tonight, but maybe in time. *studies WJ a moment* You ever share your berth with anyone? *he's been helping traumatized mechs for a long time, he knows a number of "tricks" that may help with nightmares...*
WJ: *glances up at him with a /flinch/, looking /supremely/ guilty as he looks away - it's a moment before he can make himself answer, softly* One . . . sometimes . . .
SZ: *not sure what to make of the look WJ gives him* ....Did it ever help ease the nightmares?
WJ: ..............yeah...a-a lot...actually. */buries/ his face in his arms suddenly with a soft huffsob, how much he MISSES Ratchet suddenly squeezing his chest and making it hard to breathe*
SZ: .....Homesick...? *leans down to gently hug WJ as best he can...*
WJ: *huffs* ....yeah... *only half-convincing - he misses /all/ of his friends, of course, both here and among the Autobots, but times like /right/ /now/ are when he feels like he /needs/ Ratchet...*
SZ: *starting to guess that....if WJ doesn't have his mind on a mate, then it's on a close friend. He hesitates, not wanting to assume too much, to push himself on this mech he's only just met. He'd not intended anything more than to help....so he pulls back enough to shift and lie down by WJ, gently pulling the Amin to him and hugging him. He's shifted up enough that WJ's head will easily tuck to his chest/shoulder*
WJ: *flinches back, looking up . . . making /sure/ he's not misunderstanding . . . b-but then . . . can't . . . just /can't/ resist, and /tucks/ into the Human with another soft huffsob, trembling*
SZ: *ready to pull back, ready to apologize and assure WJ he's done nothing wrong, but then WJ tucks in and he hugs a little tighter, softly petting at him. Only when WJ seems to be calming down a bit again will he speak, voice soft* Try to get some more rest, Wheeljack. I'll be right here.
WJ: *finally /loses/ it for a few minutes, /sobbing/ brokenheartedly...but quietly, at least . . . when he quiets, it's to /apologize/ again...*
SZ: Shhh. Shhh. Don't apologize for grieving, Wheeljack. It's okay. *petsnugglelove* Try to relax, rest some more.
WJ: *n-nodnods, snuggling in - if nothing else, because /he/ needs it...and h-he...he /does/ feel safe and supported and cared for, and that's.../so/ what he needs right now*
SZ: *will let his hands go still, arms around WJ to just comfort and protect. He'll doze lightly so long as it seems WJ might sleep a little more.*
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L-LOL changed my mind - alarm's set for 8a instead fo 7a. >,o
Heh *snugs*
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