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Agent York / Natalie van der Haast ([personal profile] neverknocks) wrote in [community profile] outsiderslogs2013-04-23 09:25 pm


who. York and YOU!
what. for anyone who wants to talk to, see, or run into York since her injury
where. anywhere in Zeta District -- The Quad, York and Wash's apartment, somewhere in the markets, etc
when. anytime this week!
warnings. probably lots of feelings :(

It hasn't been a good week for York. It's the understatement of the century, really. The mission on Saturday with Garrus and North had gone so fantastically awful, she's still reeling from it a little. It's too fresh in her mind, still, even the admittedly blurry memory of the incendiary grenade going off in her face. Garrus and North had had to drag her out of there to the clinic, and she'd lost a good day to emergency surgery and recovery. And in the end, they'd botched the job. Nobody had even gotten paid.

Mordin had done his best, and honestly, considering the limited resources, he did a pretty damn good job. Especilaly for an alien. She wouldn't have figured a salarian could fix up a human face this nice. No, nice isn't the word for it. It doesn't look even close to nice. The wound is healing, but it's still fresh, an ugly red swath of skin around her left eye, pulling down her cheek. Even when it's bandaged, it's impossible to hide the way the damaged skin pulls unnaturally tight around her eye. And she can't hide the eye itself. Even once the skin heals -- if it even heals all the way -- her eye will still be that awful, milky white. She'll be lucky to get it back to fifty percent functionality, at this point. Last time this'd happened, she'd had UNSC medical facilities available to her; better equipment, more staff, more resources. Last time.

York's starting to feel like the butt of some cosmic joke.

It's bad enough to have a job go so fantastically wrong like this one did, to have her ass land in the hospital with such a severe injury. To have it become something permanently debilitating, to have to wear it like she does. It's bad enough that it hurts. But it's even worse that this has happened before.

The similarities are too eerie, so much they make her feel a little sick. She'd gotten the eye fixed back on Sacrosanct because she didn't want to be a liability. She wanted to be able to watch her own back, and without Delta, she couldn't do that, not with a busted eye. And now she's right back where she started -- worse, even -- and this time, she doesn't even have somebody else's Delta to understand. Maybe six months with a new eye and she'd gotten used to it. She'd gotten used to looking in the mirror and seeing the perfect symmetry of her face, to smoothing her hand over her left cheek and feeling only smooth, soft skin. She'd just gotten used to the delightful ease with which she could read and focus and see, with no headaches, no strain. She'd only just gotten comfortable with it. And what -- that's it? That's all she gets? Well, joke's on her for ever thinking things might be easy, for once.

But there's nothing York can do. She doesn't have Delta to help her compensate and Mordin's got the best care she can receive on the station on her paycheck. So York does what she does best -- she keeps moving forward, making like nothing's happened, because what's she gonna say, anyway? She goes back to work at The Quad as soon as she's able, because she can only stand to be laid up for so long and it's just her face, it's not like she can't walk, and her boss comments on her face in a way that's maybe supposed to be funny, but maybe she doesn't get krogan humor. She keeps going about her business, just like before, and she doesn't look in mirrors much anymore these days, but at least she's still moving.
articletwelve: (✜ that dash of blue)

and sunday comes afterwards

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-04-24 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
They hadn't let him in to see her at first. She was still healing, she'd be unresponsive, she's under the sedatives. Wash doesn't care. It hadn't stopped him back on Sacrosanct, and drones or aliens, he's not leaving her alone. Not like this.

It's never been one of the things they talk about, the eye. Sure, York would always play it off with a laugh, but he'd seen just how much it meant to her to get it fixed. And now?

What a cosmic joke.

So Wash parks himself at her bedside and stays there, ignoring anyone and everyone who tries to get him to leave. Like fuck he is. He cares more about York than anyone else on this station, and he'll be damned before he lets her wake up all alone here.
articletwelve: (✜ ask you to believe)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-04-25 12:24 am (UTC)(link)

Wash had fallen into a light doze, but nothing more. Couldn't let his guard down that much, especially after what had happened to her. They'd both known Omega was trouble from the start, but it hadn't hit quite so close to home until now. Until this.

He scoots closer to her bed, reaching to press a hand against her shoulder in case she gets the idea to move too much, and tries to give her a smile. It doesn't meet his eyes.

"Hey," he says, softly, and finds himself at a loss for how to continue. What can he even say right now? "You're awake."
articletwelve: (✜ you did didn't you)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-04-25 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, they told me." Wash manages to smile a little wider and rests his other arm on the bed. He knows what she's like, knows she's not going to want to face this, but he's going to be here for her whether she admits it or not.

He squeezes her shoulder. "Dunno how much you remember, but North's fine. He's the one who called me." His smile turns lopsided, one side curving up. "I didn't tell the cat. Promise."
articletwelve: (✜ ask you to believe)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-04-25 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wouldn't have helped, you already missed curfew."

The jokes aren't getting any better, and they both know it, but that's York for you. Back in his timeline, it hadn't taken any time at all for York to start cracking jokes and acting like it was no big deal he was half-blind. He can only figure it was the same for this York. It's just... different.

And he can't keep that weight out of his eyes as he looks at her. Sets his hand on hers, keeps the touch gentle. She matters too much for him to take this lightly.

"What do you need?" Wash asks, softly.
articletwelve: (✜ i won't forget you)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-04-26 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know. Doesn't stop me from worrying."

God, his heart had leapt straight to his throat when North had called. Far as he can tell, this place is nothing like Sacrosanct. If they get injured, if something happens -- they're not coming back. There aren't any teleporters to pop out of in a couple days, good as new.

It's funny how painful mortality is after so long without.

But York doesn't want to think about this. Probably won't want to talk about it, either. And though they're sitting at the tip of his tongue, Wash doesn't know how to say these things.

So he relents. Gives her a half-smile. "I'll get Hawaiian, if I can find it."
articletwelve: (✜ those who wander)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-04-29 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Guess I should go ahead and get Blasto," Wash says with a shake of his head. They'd gone back and finished watching the one they'd started on his birthday, after the mess with the adjutants was taken care of, and though it had been patently absurd, Wash can't say they didn't have fun.

He looks York over again. He knows how she is. Knows she'd rather brush this all under the rug and forget about it. And maybe he should do the same, maybe he should let her get past it on her own, but the fear, the rush of horror when he'd heard is still too fresh to just let go.

He curls his fingers around hers, turning her hand enough to get a good grip.

"Hey," he says, meeting her single eye without the slightest hesitation. "I'm glad you're okay. I..." He swallows. Gives his head a shake. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

i've lost everyone else. i lost him twice. i can't lose you too.
articletwelve: (✜ a moment of peace)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-05-02 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite the worry, Wash smiles.

It's rare to see York like this, acknowledging the concern instead of assuring him she does't need it. That comes too, of course, but later. After she's said the part that matters.

I know. It's okay.

And when he feeds her fingers curl tighter around his, he squeezes back. Meets her eye and makes sure she sees that smile. Makes sure she knows he believes her.

"Yeah," he says. "I don't."

Maybe he will, someday. Maybe he'll have to cope with losing her like he's lost so many other people he cared about. Maybe he'll have to lose someone who means more to him than he's quite realized himself. But right now, she's here, he's here, and they're okay. It's all he can really ask for.
articletwelve: (✜ awaiting orders)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-05-17 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
In hindsight, it's not really surprising that York had decided to tough it out and make her own way home, but christ. It wouldn't kill her to at least tell him when to expect her. But for once, Wash bites back the reprimands and goes to get her some water, pushing the glass into her hand before she can up and disagree with him.

"You idiot," he says finally, sinking into the chair by the couch. He can hear the cat moving around in the next room, probably working her way out of the pile of clothes she'd decided to sleep in to see what's going on. "Stay put, all right? No arguing."
Edited 2013-05-17 20:58 (UTC)
articletwelve: (✜ ask you to believe)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-05-24 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Course you are," Wash murmurs. He sees her foot move and reaches to tug the blanket down from the back of the couch and over her. Stays next to the couch to help steady the glass, reach for the pills.

"Here," he says, holding the glass to her lips so she can take a drink, and then strokes a hand back through her hair to get it out of her face as she settles her head back down on the armrest. He realizes it's a pillow she wanted and turns to grab the one from the armchair, tucking it under her head with a smile and a quick squeeze of her shoulder.

"All set," he says.
Edited 2013-05-24 19:54 (UTC)
articletwelve: (✜ a distant gaze)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-05-31 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm-hmm." Wash shakes his head and brushes his fingers over her forehead again. He doesn't expect to get through to her much when she's like this, but so long as he can keep her from doing too much, he'll be satisfied. The last thing he needs is for her to strain herself. "How about you stay right here for now, huh? You can shower in a little while."
articletwelve: \ (✜ i'll keep you safe)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-06-02 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, I'm not getting in your way." Wash shakes his head and reaches to tug the blanket up and over her, tucking it around her. He pauses over her a moment, as if considering something, and then draws back, settling for stroking over her forehead again. "Shh. Just get some rest, okay?"
articletwelve: (✜ a moment of peace)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-06-07 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash shakes his head with a quiet chuckle to himself, but he moves her feet at the end of the couch, pushing them so she's curled up a little more. He tucks the end of the blanket up over his lap and reaches to squeeze her shoulder, giving her a half-smile. "There. Happy?"
articletwelve: \ (✜ i'll keep you safe)

[personal profile] articletwelve 2013-06-09 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash reaches up to stroke over her forehead, affectionate, and smiles as she finally settles down. Recuperating will be rough on her, he knows, but... she'll pull through. She always does. And he'll be here for her every step of the way.

Wash settles back into the couch and finally lets himself relax.