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10-09-2021, 11:34 PM
Part of you is still hesitant to tell them.
But, by this point, you haven't known Mantis much longer than Cerulean, even if the latter is much more suspicious.
They've had plenty of time to pull something.
Could be they haven't only because they're hurt, but...
...Fine. I'll bite.
"I can 'see' information in my head; for myself and others.
Mostly medical. Current health status, and any conditions.
It says you're exhausted, you have a mild concussion, and that rest is recommended.
That's it."
They lean their head back against the wall, closing their eyes as they draw in a deep breath, and let it out.
"So... not dying, then?"
"Not dying.
If this is accurate.
...Does that sound accurate to you?"
"Well, there's no way to really know, is there?
But... I am exhausted - I'm sure you could tell without using that.
Physically, it feels as if I've been run over by a train.
Beyond that:
Headache, dizziness; that sort of thing, mostly.
So... I have no reason to believe it's in-accurate, I'll say."
"Better than nothing."
An idea hits you.
"Can I check something?"
"Hm?"
"With you, I mean."
"If it helps you rule out something worse, then by all means:
Examine away, doctor."
Cerulean lets their arms go limp at their sides.
You move closer and crouch down in front of them, once again realizing just how much taller they are in comparison.
You push that thought away, though, and inspect their eyes.
Their eyes go a little wider and glance away from you, making them slightly more difficult to examine, but you manage well enough.
"...hard to tell, but I don't think your pupils are too dilated, and they definitely aren't different sizes.
That's good."
You stand back up.
Cerulean clears their throat as they start to speak, drawing your attention back to them.
They're sporting a blush on their cheeks, one that is quickly fading.
"...Good. Fine. Good news."
...You decide not to comment on it.
You don't have a clue what you'd say, anyway.
"...So, you're fine.
I'm more worried about Mantis, who you saw me with before.
There's some sort of interference, I don't even know if they're alive."
"They aren't that far."
"...what?"
"I can tell where they are. Roughly." Cerulean taps their forehead.
One like Mantis, then?
Maybe the same power?
"Alright...
You tell me where, and I get you somewhere to rest while I go after them."
"It isn't that simple."
They take their time standing up.
"Roughly, I said.
Distance and direction, not specific rooms.
I'd need to lead you there.
And even that might not be enough, considering how this place is laid out.
But I suppose I can try, and I'll look for some safe spot to lie down on the way."
They put their claw on the doorknob.
"Does that sound doable?"
But, by this point, you haven't known Mantis much longer than Cerulean, even if the latter is much more suspicious.
They've had plenty of time to pull something.
Could be they haven't only because they're hurt, but...
...Fine. I'll bite.
"I can 'see' information in my head; for myself and others.
Mostly medical. Current health status, and any conditions.
It says you're exhausted, you have a mild concussion, and that rest is recommended.
That's it."
They lean their head back against the wall, closing their eyes as they draw in a deep breath, and let it out.
"So... not dying, then?"
"Not dying.
If this is accurate.
...Does that sound accurate to you?"
"Well, there's no way to really know, is there?
But... I am exhausted - I'm sure you could tell without using that.
Physically, it feels as if I've been run over by a train.
Beyond that:
Headache, dizziness; that sort of thing, mostly.
So... I have no reason to believe it's in-accurate, I'll say."
"Better than nothing."
An idea hits you.
"Can I check something?"
"Hm?"
"With you, I mean."
"If it helps you rule out something worse, then by all means:
Examine away, doctor."
Cerulean lets their arms go limp at their sides.
You move closer and crouch down in front of them, once again realizing just how much taller they are in comparison.
You push that thought away, though, and inspect their eyes.
Their eyes go a little wider and glance away from you, making them slightly more difficult to examine, but you manage well enough.
"...hard to tell, but I don't think your pupils are too dilated, and they definitely aren't different sizes.
That's good."
You stand back up.
Cerulean clears their throat as they start to speak, drawing your attention back to them.
They're sporting a blush on their cheeks, one that is quickly fading.
"...Good. Fine. Good news."
...You decide not to comment on it.
You don't have a clue what you'd say, anyway.
"...So, you're fine.
I'm more worried about Mantis, who you saw me with before.
There's some sort of interference, I don't even know if they're alive."
"They aren't that far."
"...what?"
"I can tell where they are. Roughly." Cerulean taps their forehead.
One like Mantis, then?
Maybe the same power?
"Alright...
You tell me where, and I get you somewhere to rest while I go after them."
"It isn't that simple."
They take their time standing up.
"Roughly, I said.
Distance and direction, not specific rooms.
I'd need to lead you there.
And even that might not be enough, considering how this place is laid out.
But I suppose I can try, and I'll look for some safe spot to lie down on the way."
They put their claw on the doorknob.
"Does that sound doable?"
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