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[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.]

[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...]

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...]

Edited 2018-08-16 13:51 (UTC)

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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

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...]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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.]

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.

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.]

...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.]

[Don't worry, ignoring feelings is basically what Danny was doing today right up until Rachel contacted him.

Speaking of which--]

The self-cauterizing gun you asked about. What do you plan on using it for?

[Oh! It's a surprise, but she seems bolstered by the topic change. She likes this much better than ripping out proof of angelicism because you weren't feeling great. Though she remains attentive to his wounds, Ray's voice picks up in volume and tempo by a little skip.]

I haven't thought about that too much. A man from Mars says that his laser guns don't, despite being lasers, so... [An error she had to correct.] It would make some medical procedures fast, I think. And if the subject can't bleed out and you're careful, I imagine it would be a useful tool for torture, if that was your interest... Mm, or keeping a body alive so it won't rot and you can manage your meals more responsibly.

...That one isn't very useful back in that other place. Just here.

[... wow

why the hell didn't Danny think of that??]

Those are all really great ideas. Now I'm definitely interested in making sure these guns become a reality...!

Mm. [Her head bobs, and while she doesn't smile, she does seem a bit pleased with herself. She likes...when her ideas are useful...] I'll see if I can learn more about the laser guns from where he's from. If we could get a template to modify, it's sure to take less time. Though we'd have to do a lot of tests to make sure it worked right...

[For the food one, it would suck if the subject just went into shock because of it and died anyway.]

[Yeah, that would suck.]

A model to work off from would make progress go by quicker. If you are able to get a template of one, please let me know.

Edited 2018-08-25 00:25 (UTC)

Of course, doctor.

[She wants it to exist, after all. He was good at making that sort of thing happen.

Ray descends into silence so as to work more efficiently, and it isn't long before she finishes up.]

That should take care of the arms... [She wipes her forehead, but instead of sweat, there's goo. And her arm is goo, so it really doesn't matter.] Do you want me to examine your wings?

[In lieu of a verbal answer, Danny carefully allows his wings to span out proper, to be seen in full. Despite those peculiar patchy spots in a few areas, the feathers that remain are still very fluffy to the touch.]

[aaaaaa good bird... she's not sure how to fix this good bird problem, but when she reaches out to pet them, she keeps her mind focused on holding her hand together. Her touch will still be damp and heavy, but at least she won't leave him with a layer of slime over his wings. Hm, though if it could have acted as a healing balm... Alas.]

Do they hurt?

Not at the moment, no.

[Or at least they don't as long as Rachel doesn't touch the patchy spots themselves and just keeps to the other feathers around them...]

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