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[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.]

[doctorize]

[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?

[sweartoyou]

[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.

[doctorize]

[... 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...!

[sweartoyou]

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.]

[doctorize]

[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.

[sweartoyou]

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?

[doctorize]

[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.]

[sweartoyou]

[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?

[doctorize]

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...]

[sweartoyou]

[Sorry, doc, she takes that as permission to physically examine the patches.

...Okay, let's be real, she might have touched them either way.]

[doctorize]

[While he is able to clamp down on the hiss of pain that threatens to come out, his wings give him away. His wings jerk at the touch, fluffing up a bit angrily at the contact.]

[sweartoyou]

[Oh. That was interesting. She’s fairly certain that’s not a friendly instinct, if she was going by regular bird body language, but she didn’t get bitten so she doesn’t feel too terrible about it. If he’d lashed out, though... Well, fair’s fair.]

I see.

[She’s more careful this time, laying her hands only where the feathers look a bit healthier and gently smoothing them away from the bald patches without going against the grain so she can get a better look. Looking for bruising, cuts, rotting, burns... Doesn’t seem like a loneliness thing so much anymore.]

[doctorize]

[There's not really any cuts or bruising, but he did get them burned once before Rachel came back, during a fight with Zack. But it's been a while since then so it had healed by now.

It does look like some of them didn't just fall out naturally though. At least one spot is absolutely a place that could be in reach of Danny here, and is an ugly red where he scratched at the spot hard enough to rip out a handful of the feathers himself.]

[sweartoyou]

[Yikes. But she understands that odd spike of determination. Sort of.]

...Would you object to your hands being tied? [like, just curious]

[doctorize]

[UM]

I wouldn't mind doing that for you, but why?

[sweartoyou]

[jesus]

It doesn't make a lot of sense to fix you if you're just going to injure yourself more, or tear your stitches. You won't heal if you keep scratching, doctor.

[doctorize]

[... oh. right.]

Fair enough. That might make work difficult though for the next few days.

[Or... eating...]