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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, DOCTORIZE FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 018.07.154.55 *** DOCTORIZE has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN01. <USER> LISTEN01 AUDIO MESSAGE PLAYING... <doctorize> This is the line for Dr. Daniel Dickens. If you'd like to leave a message, please do so here. I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible!

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<rgardner>

[sweartoyou]

I want to build a self-cauterizing gun.

[Make it happen, chop chop. ...And almost like an afterthought:] Do you have things to mend or any injuries?

<doctorize>

[doctorize]

[Well, this is certainly a surprise, but Danny is happy to answer.]

Alright. I can certainly assist with making that happen, if that's what you want.

[There's a slight pause, however, before he adds--]

Why do you ask?

[sweartoyou]

I'm running out of things to sew here.

[doctorize]

I see.

[There's another pause, before he responds.]

There is an injury I'm attempting to mend here, though I'm at my home right now rather than at my office.

[In fact he almost didn't even respond to her message when he first heard the notification ping, but happened to catch a glimpse of Rachel's name, and pain and bloody feathers torn out be damned, he would never ignore Rachel here.]

[sweartoyou]

[It's weird to think of Danny in such a normal setting as a home, when it felt to her like he belonged in a hospital more than anything else. Even in that place she'd stayed, set up so comfortably to be familiar for her... He was always a visitor. None of that was for him. Just Rachel.

It's thrilling, too. She hasn't been able to do stitches yet -- considered finding wild animals around the hill house and checking them, but...she was so slow, as a slime. She'd never be able to catch them. Couldn't trust herself to not give herself an opportunity to practice, either.]

I have to tell Zack but I'll come alone. I'll try not to take too long.

[doctorize]

Alright. I'll send you the address.

However, I would appreciate if you didn't share it with Zack--I'd really rather not have to move the second he tries to hunt me down and kill me again.

[But hey, that's incentive to make sure that nothing happens to Rachel, right? Don't tell Zack the address, and Danny will stay on his best behavior.]

[sweartoyou]

[mmm risky... but she sees his point, since she can't guarantee that she won't disappear again and Zack wouldn't go on a rampage. It was hard enough to keep these dumb idiots on a leash when she was actually around to do so.]

Okay.

[doctorize]

Thank you.

[And thus, the address of his apartment is sent to her. And in a way, he kind of appreciates that she's a slime and will take time getting there, it gives him time to (awkwardly, painfully) walk around and make sure there isn't anything sitting out he doesn't want her asking questions about. Not today, anyway. The blood and loose feathers he's leaving behind though will have to be something to deal with later.]

[sweartoyou]

[When she (finally) shows up, she gives a soft knock to signal her arrival before letting herself in. Even if the door is locked, her newfound lack of form allowed her to slip a hand through the space between the door and the frame, find what was in her way, and get rid of it. Ray had already stolen a wagon and shovel on the way over to make the trip go the slightest bit more smoothly, she doesn't really care at this point. Just let her sew!!!]

Doctor.

[doctorize]

[Danny had barely even gotten to his feet to unlock the door for her when he sees the slime of her hand pushing through the space between the door and the frame to unlock it herself. He tenses at first--no, he hasn't forgotten that Rachel has become a strange slime creature, but that is concerning to know that any other slime monster could potentially break in. Better not piss one off in the future and allow them to find out where he lives, then.]

Ah... welcome, Rachel. I apologize, it's a bit of a mess right now, but please, come in.

[When Rachel comes in proper, she'll see that Danny's apartment is almost just as plain as it was on the outside. Almost nothing to indicate that "Daniel Dickens lives here" in personal effects... unless you want to count the old (and new) blood stains in the floor, or the feathers falling out of his wings from molting, shedding like a cat does hair. The latter might be rather concerning though, as while there's still a good deal of fluffy feathers in his wings, there is a patch or two that seems rather bare of feathers not properly growing back.

However, a much bigger concern will become apparent when he lifts an arm to gesture to the living room for them to sit in, and sees that Danny's arm is bleeding where some of those aesthetic, non-usable eyes are decorating his skin are.]

Let's work in here, shall we?

[The living room has a couch, a chair, and a table. The table already has a first aid kit sitting open, as well as a sewing kit just in case Rachel forgot or wasn't able to bring her own. The only personal effects in the room are a few books also sitting on the table (most medical journals, one about sewing) and... plants. A few that he actually has sitting under a lamp nearby. They're kind of sickly though, maybe he forgot to water them in the face of whatever was wrong with him here.]

[sweartoyou]

[She looks around, and...maybe it was seeing where Zack spent most of his time or living with him now, but she didn't even think to see the blood as an unusual mess. The plants, though... Hrmn. Once she was done with Danny, she'd have to fix them right up, too. Or maybe during a time that the doctor needed a break, because yikes, that sure is looking like a lot to stitch up.

She sets her sewing kit down on the table, but since it kinda...schlorps out of her slime arm, she opts for opening up Danny's instead. They'd be more sterile, probably.]

...Did someone try to kill you?

[Might be backwards, but that's what she's hoping is causing all this damage, as she stares at her featureless hands and wills them into something more precise and dexterous. The alternative... Well, he was certainly looking less angelic. Oh, it would have been so nice for him to be an angel...]

[doctorize]

No no, nothing like that. [This time, anyway.] I've been feeling a little under the weather the last few days, and then I accidentally sliced open my arm when attempting to do something earlier.

[Though, it's pretty heavily focused around the eyes, as if someone had been scratching at them, if not practically managing to claw one or two of them out...]

[sweartoyou]

I see.

[Yeah, he's full of shit. Gouging out eyes wasn't exactly an unusual hobby for him, but it is...worrying. He'd managed to not harm himself before, so what had changed? Another transformation, like everyone had warned, or someone upsetting him? An off Danny wasn't a great Danny to be around.

She carefully extends a hand out.]

I should start there, then? Before you lose more blood.

[doctorize]

[This is actually the second time he's found himself scratching out eyes in his arms, because apparently this place has a sick sense of humour about making him hallucinate or actually have eyes in his arms until they become itchy and uncomfortable.

It feels like a bizarre role reversal of sorts, being the one to sit down and allow Rachel to examine his arm and spot where to stitch the injuries. Patient acting as doctor, doctor acting as patient.]

[sweartoyou]

[Doctor acting as patient to a girl that had almost zero experience working on the living, mind. Her eyes narrow in focus and she takes some gauze to mop the area up a little bit, careful to not let it absorb the gelatinous makeup of her fingers. Keep it together. Keep it together...

And then she's just gonna go ahead and stick a freshly threaded needle in his eye arm and pull the skin taught together with swift, cold precision. She was going to get done what needed to be done.]

[doctorize]

[Danny winces a bit because damn, that hurts, but otherwise doesn't stop Rachel from what she's doing. If anything, he's fascinated to watch her work as she stitches the wounds that used to have eyes there.]

[sweartoyou]

[And work she does. It's lucky she doesn't really need to breathe anymore, because with the amount of concentration she's devoting to piercing his skin, nudging it out through the other side, tugging the skin gently together so it connected back with itself without getting some unsightly wrinkle, while keeping her hands steady in the shape of hands... She'd be holding her breath for sure. There's way too much to do to have risked passing out from something as ridiculous as lungs.

Still, after she's worked her way over her third eye hole, Ray lays herself down on the floor, back flat, and lets out a long exhale. The small specks and dribbles where her "skin" met with drying blood was a somewhat pleasantly fuzzy sensation that took the edge off her exhaustion. She should be able to do more than this, and she knows it. It hadn't taken her long to fix her parents, even with all the extra work she'd put in.]

...I'm sorry, doctor. I can continue soon. [She wants to close her eyes, but something inside her urges against that. It was never really all that wise to keep her eyes shut around Danny, when he was actually holding her interest and she didn't need something worked in her favor. Right now...] You should have stuck to others, if you needed them that bad.

[doctorize]

No no, it's alright. You've done great, Rachel.

[He's turning his arm over here, admiring her work. He might have to be reminded that he will need to remove those stitches once the wound heals rather than just leaving them in there...]

[sweartoyou]

[how did you graduate medical school you absolute trashman]

...Why didn't you just find people like sacrifices? Isn't it easy for you? [As both an angel and a madman, picking out those to kill to satisfy some weird eye fetish that was acting up should have been easy-peasy, in her mind.]

[doctorize]

[by not having someone with eyes like his mother's around to obsess over at the time, obviously]

It is, but... like I said, I wasn't feeling well today.

[As if to back up his words here, his wings flutter a bit, sending several feathers falling to the ground at once just from that slight movement.]

[sweartoyou]

[Mm... Yeah, she's not liking the look of those wings. Even her little birdie had looked healthier after Zack had sliced it in two.]

...Did it make you feel better?

[hoo boy does she understand compulsions, but this one sure was self-destructive...! Anyway, she can manage pushing herself up to a sitting position again, and leans forward to give his wings a closer inspection.]

Are you eating? ...Going to work?

[One of the things she liked about pet birds was that they very easily grew horrifically lonely. They needed her company just as much as she wanted theirs. Angels were different, surely, but she can't help but wonder if his health was deteriorating from something like that.]

[doctorize]

More or less.

[Is that supposed to be an answer to the first question, or the second question?]

I'm still going to work, though I can conduct counseling sessions using my laptop here rather than in person if necessary.

[It hasn't reached that point yet, though it might if the deterioration gets any worse.]

[sweartoyou]

Hm. It's pretty weird.

[She'd keep thinking on it...but for now, she picks herself up again, then picks up her needle to set about making it ready for use once more.]

I appreciate the practice, at any rate, so... I'm not happy about the cause, but the effect is all right, if that makes sense.

[doctorize]

Don't worry, I understand. I can't say that I'm happy about the state of things myself, but... I am very happy to have you here to assist me.

[This comes with him gently patting her head as he says so, too.]

[sweartoyou]

...Yeah.

[She's so touchstarved. If only that would help to fill the void where she's sure feelings of affection were expected to be. It's...very unfortunate that she hasn't been able to feel much of anything for Danny, outside of surface level thoughts.

Time to ignore the bad feelings by stitching up another eye.]