SWRP 03: Alluring Abyss, part 10

6/19/17
[12:22:36 AM] Sunnyshine: Trash-Heap had been minding his own business the entire morning, having cleaned up and refrigerated the two organics' leftovers from the previous night, save the wine; he remembered Tallulah complain about him putting away her booze before, so he generally stayed clear of it altogether. He had been talking with Bittersweet about a few things in her systems, and was going to check on an engine piece that had rattled in a certain way the last time they jumped into hyperspace, but was interrupted by Trison. The droid had buzzed in reluctant compliance at the human, pausing his wheels while gazing after him; not having a face, he couldn't grimace, though he wanted to.

Snap blinked, frowning as he heard Trison's voice though wasn't able to see him; he lifted his head, his red eyes taking a moment to focus as the human left the room's doorway without another word. So much was on his mind right now, be he supposed that it'd be best to think about it later; he huffed while trying to force himself into a sitting position, and then swung his legs over the side of the bed lazily. The chiss suddenly realized that he was damp with sweat, having been covered in a blanket all night, and ducked into the lavatory to wash at least his face; he stared blankly into the mirror as water dripped down his chest, still not quite awake all of the way.

Snap let out a sigh, trying to organize his scattered thoughts as he pulled on a random shirt from the closet; it had horizontal neon stripes through it, but he didn't care at the moment. He staggered slightly, and then paced into the lounge. "Good morning, Sweets." The chiss muttered as he kissed Trison on the top of the head before sitting next to him; grimacing softly, he took note of the product still in his hair, and then promptly remembered that he hadn't washed his own either. "Don't you know how to use soap?" He rubbed his eyes, letting out a chuckle, and then paused when he thought his words sounded a little harsh; his conscious mind was still struggling to catch up, and felt the need to clarify. "It's not good to leave mousse in all the time."


[4:57:28 PM] Melissa: Trison opened his eyes to see the Snap, “Oh, I-I don’t use soap, I don’t have any.” He yawned and tugged at his hair again. “I tried to wash it out with water.” He shifted a bit uncomfortably and scratched at his arm, trying to push down the self-conscious feeling that was poking at him.

He tried to adjust the sweater of Snap’s that he wore, so his shoulder wasn’t exposed, but it slipped down almost as soon as he let go. It was a funny that how he looked would bother him all of the sudden, he thought; but he reminded himself that just because he was usually comfortable around the chiss, didn’t mean that his issues were just going to vanish. He sighed, trying to refocus to why he had asked the droid and chiss to meet him here.

“Anyway, I made something for Trash and I wanted you to see.” The human said as he scooted the small blanket covered bundle toward the astromech. Trison pulled the blanket off of the little orange droid and pushed a button which made it whir to life and move on its little wheels toward Trash. “I used some things I found in the-the workshop, I hope that’s okay.” He was grinning proudly at his creation, as it moved in a circle in front of the astromech.

“That job we did reminded me how much I enjoy working on droids. What do you think, Snaps?” He asked; he tilted his head, looking at the chiss with adoration in his eyes.


6/20/17
[1:58:26 AM] Sunnyshine: The metal floor panels were cold against the bare soles of Snap's feet; he had leaned forward playfully to see what Trison had to show them, but was taken aback as his red eyes focused on the small droid. He got up slowly, stepping over to it, and flinched as it moved; a confused sneer was on his face, and he wasn't quite sure what to think. He stood intensely beside the human; his neck prickled nervously, not sure if he ought to put an arm around him or not, and simply stared down at his creation. "T- Trash-?" He muttered softly. "Why are there two of you?"

"There are not two of me, you idiot." Trash-Heap's low voice reverberated with a good amount of force; it even echoed a little across his large hull plates, the tone completely lacking in amusement.

Snap had glanced at Trashy, and then down to the small orange droid; darting his eyes back and forth a few times, a laugh started to rumble up from his chest. He held a hand to his mouth as he attempted to stifle his fit of chuckling, and angled away from both of them as his face turned red; he swore between ragged breaths. "You sure know -how to keep this place -lively." He stammered, facing Trison as his shoulders wobbled with laughter.

Trash-Heap hadn't taken his ocular stalk off the astromech in front of him; it hadn't shown any signs of intelligence, but he still felt the need to watch it. "Glad you are enjoying yourself at my expense, Divolas." He muttered with distaste, his thought processes whirring loudly. After only another moment of silence, Trash had pulled out his plasma torch and cleaved the droid in half; it burst with the sudden flames, sputtering into a disjointed pile of metal and plastic within a matter of seconds.

Snap had reflexively wrapped an arm around Trison, shielding him with his body in a protective manner; the laughter had gone out of him all at once, and he frowned in shock. "What the-" He cussed, his voice fairly loud with exasperation. "-are you thinking, Trash? Trison worked hard on that, and you just-"

"I am thinking-" Trash-Heaps voice was more emotional than it had been in quite some time, though not in a good way. "That I do not want to remember that day." He had lifted one of his wheels to rest on the decimated astromech before him, as if to illustrate that it had been conquered. "You may not remember her all of the time, Divolas, but I can see her as clearly in my memory banks as I see you both right now."

"Trash-" Snap turned solemnly toward him, though his arm was still around Trison, gently grasping his sweater.

"And I most certainly do not need the reminder of when she almost died protecting me, or when she almost died protecting you. It is astonishing to me that you can so callously treat her memory, almost as if she did not exist at all-"

"Trashy!" The chiss' voice rang louder this time, and the droid halted his speech. "Tallulah kept that casing as a reminder; she didn't want to ever forget what she was living for. She didn't ever want to forget who she loved, or what she did to keep that love." He began to tremble with emotion, but his resolve was firm as he stared at the dark astromech. "It brings a lot of stuff up for me, too; like how she lost her leg because I was stupid-" He broke off, shaking his head. "But bad stuff doesn't mean you should forget or avoid the good stuff. She wanted to remember; why shouldn't we?"

A silence hung over the both of them, the small orange droid smoldering between them, and then Trash turned to leave without another word. Snap swore, letting his hand fall from Trison's side, his eyes drifting downward as he muttered softly. "-he cut right through the floor, too; guess I'm not the only idiot here."


[10:34:19 AM] Melissa: Trison had been watching Snap’s reaction, not really sure what he did to confuse him; he was having trouble wrapping his mind around the chiss’ words and had somehow tuned out the droid at first. He offered Snap a little smile, but worry shown on his face; he wondered what he had done wrong, but couldn’t find the words to ask.

As things escalated suddenly, Trison just stood there watching as Trash destroyed what he had spent the night putting together; it was if he were watching a theatrical production from an audience, and he hadn’t even jumped away from the flames, his reflexes being slowed from his lack of sleep and confusion. His eyes returned to Snap as the chiss stood protectively against him; he wondered why the man seemed to be on his side, even though he had obviously done something wrong.

He didn’t understand why the astro-mech was angry all of the sudden; was the droid an organic or an artificial, in that moment Trison wasn’t really sure. Why did so many things seem to go over his head? He considered himself marginally intelligent, but yet again he missed something; it was obviously something important too. …something to do with Tallulah.

“Kark, I really don’t know anything, do I?” He muttered, sinking into the couch as Snap let go of him. “I’m the idiot…” He brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, trying to take up less space. “I’ll fix the damage to the ship, I’m sorry. I just need to rest for a bit.”

Trison’s normal desperate reactions to emotional situations were noticeably lessened, which mostly had to do with fatigue; he giggled softly and closed his eyes, he quietly hoped that the last several minutes were just an odd dream, but he knew he wasn’t so lucky.

Did Trash hate him? The droid claimed indifference, but to Trison his behavior suggested otherwise, and then he seemed to have almost organic feelings when it came to his maker; that’s what it was about wasn’t it? Sometimes Trison felt like he lived in her shadow, that he wasn’t really welcome here, especially by her droid. He knew he wasn’t trying to replace Tallulah; he wished to honor her memory with them, but maybe he had become too comfortable on her ship too fast, and too often present in her husband’s arms.

Wiping a few stray tears from his eyes, a few minutes later, Trison glanced at the damage to the floor; he shifted against the couch, trying to get comfortable. “I really do make a mess of things.” He whispered to no one in particular, as he scratched his arm.


[9:56:38 PM] Sunnyshine: "Well-" Snap hadn't said much as Trison spoke to him softly; he sat next to him after a moment. "I guess that means we all have to be idiots together." A shy little smile shone on his face as he looked through his eyelashes at the human, and then he wiggled on the couch to get more comfortable; he absentmindedly scratched his chest, remembering why he never wore the shirt he was. "Speaking of, did you want to go with me and meet my client guy today? I don't remember, did I give you any details about the job Phen lined up? Apparently he's been having some problem with thieves, and I'm supposed to stop it somehow, or at least figure out who they are."

Snap paused, having found himself rambling a little bit, and met Trison's eyes to make sure he was still interested; he brought his hand to the human's face, wiping away the tears gently with a few of his fingers. "Don't take it personally-" He hesitated, his voice going to a quiet hum. "Trash doesn't get angry that often, but you did just repurpose one of his corpses." He chuckled slightly, a smirk on his face. "He was in that body the first time we met, him and I, so I guess a lot of memories are attached to it. That was a pretty bad day; none of us came out unscathed... So I don't really blame him for freaking out." The chiss moved his arms around Trison, scooting up next to him and pulling him onto his lap; he held the human's head to his chest protectively, and let his fingers caress his face. "You don't have to worry so much; there are more than a few panels of Bitts that have taken a worse beating than this, probably even from temper tantrums like that, so there's no mess here that we can't handle."

Snap breathed in Trison's scent, and found the smell of his hair product again; his facial tattoos crinkled as he smirked. "We should probably get this stuff out of your hair before we go, though." He pulled his face away to address the human, holding his waist tightly. "And, believe me, I'm been a bigger mess than some little hurt feelings and a dent in the floor."


[10:46:28 PM] Melissa: Trison opened his eyes and looked at the chiss. “I wanna go, but can I sleep a little first, I’m tired.” He muttered, stifling a yawn and letting his arms go limp at his sides. He gazed at Snap, trying to take in the information; but his eyes were becoming more unfocused as his mind was trying to remind him of how little rest he had gotten last night.

He didn’t really respond as Snap continued speaking; despite his interest in the job he spoke of, the chiss’ voice seemed to soothe him and he lost a few minutes as he dozed off. Trison’s eyes fluttered open as he felt his face being touched and a small smile curled on his lips. “Why are you so good to me?” He whispered, gently nuzzling against Snap’s chest with his cheek.

“I thought nudity was a problem for you-” Trison spoke quietly, pausing for a moment to stifle another yawn. “So wouldn’t showering together be a problem too?” He let his eyes close again, his body desperately trying to give in to his fatigue.


[11:22:02 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap had chuckled, kissing Trison's cheek gently before setting it back against his shirt. "I didn't mean together." He muttered, an obvious blush making its way from his ears and across his face. The room went silent as all words fell away; the chiss held him tightly to keep his body temperature up, reverting back to his uses as a blanket without complaint, and watched the consciousness fade from his posture.

"Sleep." Snap whispered with barely a breath, though his expression shifted to uncomfortable when Trison snored softly for a moment. He usually felt rather awkward around sleeping people, and this instance was no different, but he wanted to hold the human nonetheless; their shared warmth was a little too much for him, as well, but he bore it with a firm gaze. There wasn't much he wouldn't do for Trison, it seemed to him, and he didn't allow himself to move more than a few inches for a solid hour.

Snap took a breath, stretching his neck, and then kissed the soft skin of Trison's exposed shoulder. "Sorry-" He sighed regretfully. "I gotta move." He gently shifted, wrapping his arms firmly around the human in order to remove him from his lap, and glanced around for an actual blanket to attend to him. The old couch moaned slightly with the shifting of weight, but gladly accepted Trison's form into its cushions; the chiss had left momentarily to retrieve a blanket, and tucked the human in it before breathing in mild content.

Snap had then sheepishly gone back to his morning routine; he did a little running to get his heart rate up, and then took a cool shower to clear his thoughts. His mind had a bit of trouble, but ended up refocusing to the task ahead of him; Trison was a major distraction, and he wondered why he even wanted to come. Perhaps he should've told the human of the dangers involved in dealing with thieves, but supposed that they wouldn't run into any; this was only an information-gathering stage, after all, and no problems would arise as long as his contact was straightforward with him.

Snap had returned to the couch after a little while, uncertain of how much time had actually passed, and ran a hand through his damp hair; he didn't want to wake Trison, so instead sat a few inches from him, and found something else to ponder. Trash had rolled nonchalantly through, and cleaned up the small droid from earlier, doing his best to clear away the molten metal; the chiss had hushed him more than a few times before he departed, and then opened up a panel from the wall behind him to eat a ration bar as quietly as he could.


6/21/17
[12:09:54 AM] Melissa: Trison slept deeply, not seeming to notice anything that happened around him in the lounge; after a few hours he woke with a start, sitting up suddenly and rapidly blinking his eyes as he took in the familiar panels of the Bittersweet. He looked over to see Snap at the other end of the couch and smiled at him, realizing that whatever had awakened him so suddenly had probably been in his dream; he stretched and yawned.

“Good morning, my sweet Snaps.” He sighed contently, watching the chiss for a moment; he was still tired, but he felt a bit more energized once he remembered they had a job waiting for them. “Kark, did I make us late? Let me get ready, I won’t be but two minutes.” He stood and grabbed his backpack; then kissing Snap quickly on the cheek, he rushed toward the privy, dropping his bag on their bed as he passed by it.

Washing his face quickly and trying to get his hair to lay down by wetting it, Trison quickly dried himself off and stripped on his way back to the sleeping quarters. He giggled at himself, figuring that he probably looked ridiculous trying to remove his clothing while moving; not to mention his messy wet hair which was sticking to his cheeks. He pulled on his brown tunic, leggings, and poncho; completely forgetting that he and Snap had gone clothes shopping the day before. He set Snap’s pants and sweater beside his bag on the bed; after grabbing a few supplies from said bag, he headed back toward the lounge.

He sat down next to Snap with a shy smile and pulled his boots on; pausing to look at the two glowrods in his hands, he shrugged and tucked them into his belt, under the poncho. “You ready?” He asked the chiss with a little giggle.

Trison felt ready to face whatever came his way, with Snap beside him; he didn’t actually remember what the job entailed, but was trying to stay focused nonetheless. He tried to match the chiss’ pace as they walked out of the ship and to their meeting place, but found that his legs didn’t want to quite keep up, still being somewhat fatigued, but tried to speed up anyway.


[12:53:34 AM] Sunnyshine: Snap had dozed a little, having finished his food and started in on calculating some of Bittersweet's data; he liked to make certain of what they were carrying each day, even though it didn't change much between jobs. He flinched immediately back into full consciousness when Trison had jolted, and looked over worriedly; his mouth hung open as if to say something, but his expression relaxed when the human did instead. "Good morning." He muttered in response, a smile quietly joining the blush on his face as he was kissed.

Trash-Heap rolled through the room nonchalantly, not looking at either organic as he went; he had a project to attend to, and they were not invited.

Snap watched the droid coolly; slightly curious as to what he was doing, but not enough to actually ask. Trison had returned quickly, and the chiss got up as he sat beside him; wanting to gather a few things as a precaution. He pulled out his charric blaster from the hold, and latched it to his hip with some belts, smirking at the human as he did; he wanted to spout some line about him rathering Trison's arms be around his waist, but held his tongue.

Snap paced forward with Trison at his side, contented that they were together, even if neither of them really knew what that meant. The crowd was sparse this afternoon, but the chiss didn't mind so much as they walked; he led them into a moderately distant part of the trade area, pausing to catch his breath for a moment. He glanced around, making sure he knew where he was going, and then smiled as he gently indicated a direction to the human. "It isn't too much further; my contact should be just through there." He stepped into the deserted docks, glancing around as his hands tucked themselves into his pants pockets; a frown slowly edged across his face. There was nobody here; had they come too late in the day?


[9:55:37 PM] Melissa: Several tall piles of crates had blocked off a significant portion of the hangar from their view as they entered; Trison stopped walking as soon as he entered the area behind Snap, and he shifted uncomfortably while scratching his arm nervously. He really didn’t want to be here all of the sudden and couldn’t find the reason at first, but stopped and pointed at a pair of boots which were just obvious around a set of crates. “Snaps-” He whispered barely audibly, trying to get the chiss’ attention. “Do you have that spare blaster on you?”

In the shadow of the pile of wooden crates laid the corpse of a male twi’lek; his blaster laid on the ground beside him and his lifeless eyes were still open in a look of shock. He had several holes blown into his chest and had obviously been shot recently as his blood was just starting to coagulate around him on the cement floor.

An unpleasant odor could be smelled from where they stood and it wasn’t the body before them; Trison frowned and stayed close to Snap, not sure what exactly he was smelling but it reminded him of something that came from a bantha’s behind. He wanted to ask the chiss questions that he likely didn’t know, but instead he stayed as quiet as he could.

Just out of sight were three green-skinned rodians; one was standing watch, a blaster in his grasp, while the other two were having some difficulty carrying a crate to their ship. The rodian who was walking backwards up the ship ramp lost hold and dropped the front of the crate with a loud thud.

%Shut the-% The one watching swore, as he continued angrily whispering at them in rodese. %-up, you idiots!% He was fiddling nervously as his big black eyes darted around the hangar again. The two others carefully continued into the ship and were gone for a few minutes.

The rodian holding a gun waited outside the ship for his companions to return; he appeared to be jumpy and irritated, as he looked from the ship to around the room and back to the ship again. %Hurry up, you morons.% He muttered in his native language.


6/22/17
[12:19:26 AM] Sunnyshine: The soles of Snap's boots squeaked faintly against the metal deck; he was growing more and more nervous in the silence, but Trison pointing out a dead body really put him on edge. He hissed a gasp through his teeth, unhitching his weapon and holding it in both of his hands as he placed himself in front of the human; he pointed down at the floor with a finger, his red eyes meeting his gaze. "Get out of here, Sweets." He whispered harshly before glancing over at the expired twi'lek man, and then quietly stepping past him; the moan of a distant engine reverberated briefly through the walls, making him even more anxious.

It was a shame, Snap thought, that another one of Phen's good workers had been expended, but he absolutely didn't want Trison to be another one of them. He heard the echo of a crate hitting the floor, and flinched against the boxes to his back; he pressed himself into the slightest amount of cover that he had found, and peeked around to see the man who was most likely the reason for them sharing space with a corpse.

The alien had mumbled something Snap didn't understand, and he just stood there watching for a moment; his eyes took in what he could see of the docking bay, thinking about how he could use their surroundings to his advantage. His mind stuttered and swore, pausing on the thought of Trison; had he paid attention to where they were, and would he get back to their ship safely? The chiss reflexively shook his head to clear his mind, and a crate behind him clanked from the movement; this would not go well, he was aware of that, but wanted to protect Trison for as long as he was able.

Knowing that his location was probably compromised, Snap glanced back around a box to make certain of the rodian's position; he darted forward to find more reliable cover, firing a couple of shots from his charric blaster at the alien as he sprinted behind a metal barrier. He took a breath, his neck prickling with adrenaline as his brain asked why he hadn't even spoken to the man before taking such aggressive action. The chiss spun around to shoot at his target again; a few bolts of energy hit the wing of their ship, sending a spray of sparks to the floor, before he ducked back behind his cover.


[1:16:14 AM | Edited 1:20:29 AM] Melissa: Trison considered listening to Snap and heading back to Bittersweet, but he couldn’t stand the thought of leaving the chiss; he quickly scooped up the blaster from beside the dead man and paused to make sure it was operational, hiding against the stack of crates as he did. He was going to stay as Snap’s back up, whether or not he wanted him to; as uncomfortable as holding the weapon was for the human, he was determined to push through for the man that he cared for.

The rodian man moved quickly away from the shots fired at him and fired his own weapon in the direction that they came from; he ducked behind a short stack of crates, yelling toward the ship as he did. %Roaka, Gween, get out here, we’ve been discovered.% He shifted out from behind his cover and shot again towards where the chiss had fired from.

Trison crouched near Snap, “I think there are just three of them; he called for two by name.” He whispered, staying low and out of sight, he held the blaster with both hands in front of himself, trying to keep his hands steady. “Yes, I do know how to use this, and no, I won’t leave you.” He smiled at his own words and hoped that his moment of bravery would stay with him in the next minutes.

The rodian called Gween had started to proceed out of the ship, but ducked back inside quickly, letting out a string of swears as he did. The other man, Roaka crouched in the doorway and jumped down, using the ship as partial cover, he shot a few times towards the door the chiss and human had originally come through.


[1:52:26 AM] Sunnyshine: Snap had jolted at the sound of Trison's voice beside him; how had he not noticed that the human was right there? He blinked his eyes clear of confusion, frowning while opening his mouth to contest him being put in harm's way, but instead sighed sharply as he listened. He took the human's shirt collar in his fist, and pulled him in for a passionate kiss; a bit of anger played on the corners of his eyes, but it didn't alter his demeanor much for the minute, as he softened with the touch of his lips. "Stay down." He breathed, pushing away to refocus on the fight at hand; his fingers curled around his weapon awkwardly, wanting to just hold Trison as a range of mixed emotions paraded across his mind.

Thinking for only a moment about saying something to his enemies, Snap decided it was better to just take another shot at them; the charric blaster hummed in his grip as he spun from his cover again, and it obediently released another few blasts of energy before he ducked back down. The chiss panted lightly, his thoughts struggling to remain coherent as he gazed into Trison's face; it seemed to him that he might have to choose one day, between his jobs and his love, and he wasn't quite sure how to feel about it.


[2:32:54 AM | Edited 2:50:22 AM] Melissa: Trison’s emotions had swirled in confusion as Snap had pulled him in for a kiss; he was going to listen to the chiss, even with his heart rushing and his body wanting in on the action, or some sort of action. He nodded and stayed low, leaning against a crate for a bit of added support; how could the chiss kiss him like that and then focus back on the situation at hand? He jumped a bit as Snap took another shot and ended up moving along the side of another crate, his back to the chiss; he thought he had heard something from that direction.

The blast from Snap’s weapon decimated the rodian’s head who had spoken more than once over the last several minutes, he fell to the ground dead; the one still on the ship had only appeared in the doorway long enough to fire a few times, but quickly closed the hatch when he saw his dead companion.

Roaka the rodian had been moving against the ship, staying low and out of view as he approached the entrance of the loading bay. %Drop your weapon.% He had muttered from where he stood as the human stepped into view.

Trison shifted to aim the weapon in his hands and quickly fired a series of blasts, killing the man in a matter of seconds; he didn’t realize at first that the rodian had also fired his weapon, one of his shots had found his target, although perhaps lower than he had intended. The humans staggered back from the force of being shot and fell, landing hard on his back.

"Snap-" He cried out, desperately grabbing at the intense pain searing through his right inner thigh. He looked at the blood on his hands, having already soaked through his leggings and gasped; his heart was racing and it was getting difficult to breathe. His limbs soon started to tingle and he found his head was just too heavy to keep off the ground; he laid his head down as his body started to succumb to the state of shock that was lingering over him.

Time seemed to slow down in a strange sort of way to Trison, every sound and feeling seemed to be delayed as his mind grasped for something other than fear to focus on. "I-I'm-" He stuttered softly, his vision and mind feeling cloudy. "Not ready, I-I want to stay with y-you."

If the word like, or even love were in his vocabulary, Trison would have said something that sounded a little more meaningful, but knowing what he wanted was a big step for him; in fact, in that moment it meant everything to him. He had never felt that way about anyone before; he wanted to be with Snap and he was scared that their time was ending before he ever got to say how he really felt.

His thoughts circled around from the first time he had met the blue-skinned man, to the second in the library, next the time he rescued him from the cold, and then the many times they kissed on the Bittersweet; the memories lingered for what felt like a long time and his lips curled up in a small reminiscing grin. He knew he had lived more in the last few weeks than he had the whole of his life, and he realized that he wouldn’t trade even a second of it for anything; he wished it could last longer, but he truly thought he was dying and was pleased that he had left his mother's necklace with Trash, just in case something like this happened.

"D-do you t-think there's anything after this life?" Trison whispered almost wordlessly as he reached out for the man, longing to touch him, if only for the last time. "I want to remember you." His eyes were glowing softly and he blinked a few tears from them; his breath was catching in his throat and he was starting to lose consciousness, despite longing to have a few more minutes with Snap.


[3:52:49 AM] Sunnyshine: "I said stay down, Swe-" Snap's voice was stubborn at first, but quickly shifted into panic as he turned toward Trison just in time to see him get shot; he yelled out something incomprehensible, firing his gun at the fallen rodian to make certain he was dead. He paced over to the human, his shoe catching slightly on the metal paneled floor making him stumble, and knelt beside him as tears threatened to fall. "Trison-" He whispered, his voice breaking as the full extent of the situation hit him in the face. "I'm sorry."

Not wasting any more time, Snap swiftly removed his white shirt and wrapped the length of it around Trison's wound before tying it tightly; he held it there as he continued to bleed, not noticing that he himself had been grazed by the shots of their opponents. A string of vulgarities fell from his brain, being only somewhat filtered before leaving his mouth, as he stared down at the human in shock. "Stay with me, then; don't-" His resolve fell at the subject of an afterlife, and tears had begun to pour from his eyes as he whispered. "I will always remember you."

It was like with Tallulah all over again, Snap's mind prodded him as he shut his eyes tightly; he would have to watch someone he loved die. He felt like a worthless child. After a moment of deafening silence, it dawned on him that there would be a few medical facilities in the city; he, in fact, recalled one that they passed to get here, and his brain restarted with a jolt.

Snap didn't care about the shipment anymore, or his jobs at all, or Phen for that matter; Trison was his priority now. "This might hurt, but stay with me." He kissed the human on the forehead softly before wrapping his arms around him; he lifted them both off the floor, fumbling a little before finding his balance, and then bolted out of the hangar bay. Trison's blood quickly soaked through the chiss' shirt as he was held flush against his chest; he shook his head, trying to remember where he had seen the hospital, and didn't even notice that he was half-naked in public.

After a few more moments of confusion and crying, Snap had found the medical facility, and gotten Trison checked in; the doctors had swooped in, displaying their skills as they took the human from his grasp. The chiss stood blankly for a time, his arms and entire front caked with blood; his brain had stopped, and wouldn't even register when the nurses spoke with confidence to him. They said that it would be alright, but the red against his dark blue skin was eerie and decimating for his emotions; the colors aptly illustrated a few times in his life that he'd rather not remember, but they rumbled into the forefront of his mind anyway.

Injured and bleeding, young Snap had known he did something wrong when someone raised a hand to him; violence directed at himself was almost commonplace by the time he was freed from slavery, and he had always retained a confusing relationship with it. He believed he deserved whatever he got, but he knew that Trison didn't. The chiss leaned his eyes on the back of his hand as they continued to cry, his legs refusing to move as his shoulders trembled with sorrow and fear; why had this happened? It was him who needed to be shot at, not the man he loved; the blame crept up his back as he shivered, threatening to engulf him completely.


[12:56:59 PM] Melissa: An older female nurse approached Snap, recognizing that he appeared to be in a state of shock. “You brought in the human with the blaster wound, right?” She had asked touching him lightly on the arm. She was a petite human, maybe 5’2", and had her grey hair tied up in a bun; she wore simple sky blue scrubs and had a kind look to her face.  

“I’m nurse Lettie. Let’s get you cleaned up.” She tried to gently guide him into a hospital room, but quickly realized that he wasn’t receptive to her words and touch. “Let me know if you need anything.” She offered him a pair of scrubs and motioned to the room. “You can wait in there, get some rest maybe? Your friend is in surgery; they’ll put him in the bacta tank after that, so you won’t be able to see him for about six hours; they’ll bring him in there after.”

Trison had been rushed into an operation room; he was still bleeding uncontrollably, due to the slightest damage caused from the blaster to the main artery in his leg. The surgery itself went without much complication, but they had almost lost him to a severe reaction to the medication they had given him for pain, afterwards in the bacta room.

After successfully resuscitating him they put him into the bacta tank, but the sedatives from the surgery were wearing off and Trison started flailing around as he came to, surrounded in liquid. Panic overruled any conscious thought process, as he pulled at the oxygen mask on his face. He couldn’t stand being immersed in any liquid, even when he took baths he used very little water; waking up to it was just too much for his mind to handle right now.

Giving Trison another dose of sedatives, the doctor tending to him monitored him more closely, to be sure the medication wouldn’t wear off again; the human was removed from the tank after about four hours and after being dried and changed into a long, open back shirt of sorts, he was transported to the hospital room where Snap had been pointed to hours ago.

Still unconscious, Trison was moved to the hospital bed; where he was hooked up to a monitor to keep track of his heart rate, several IV tubes to give him blood and other fluids, and an oxygen mask to help keep his breathing steady. Nurse Lettie had entered and placed a blanket over the human’s pale body as he was tended to; the doctor cleared his throat and looked at Snap, seeming to notice him for the first time.

“There were a few brief complications, but I believe he'll make a full recovery.” The doctor said, confidence in his voice as he spoke; he waited for the other nurse to finish tending to the human before leaving with him. “If you need anything, just press the button there.” Nurse Lettie said, pointing to a red button on the side of Trison’s hospital bed, she hesitated before slipping out of the room as well. She was concerned about the mental state of the blue-skinned man, but knew it wasn’t really her place to say anything.

Trison stayed unconscious for a while; his mind was lost in the darkness of forced sleep as it tried to process the events and emotions of today. He opened his eyes suddenly and tried to sit up, but the pain in his leg was so severe, it caused him to black out; coming to again moments later, he was breathing heavily and clawed at the breathing mask on his face.

“Snap!” He cried out, his voice high and desperate, despite being muffled; he couldn’t remember if the chiss had been injured or not and worry was trying to take over, he needed to find him, no matter how much pain he was in. He muttered in his native language and let out a few swears as he managed to remove the mask; his hands started pulling desperately at the iv lines and cords. He was confused and felt trapped as he failed to remove the iv; he rubbed his still damp hair against his eyes, weeping so hard that he started hyperventilating.


[2:42:07 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap had stood as if he was a pillar of stone for close to an hour; he had stopped shaking, and simply stared at the set of clothes he had been given. The blood on his skin and pants had dried and was beginning to itch, and his expression changed slowly as his brain restarted. Where is Trison, was the first thing on his mind, and tears started to well up again as he glanced over the area; everyone around him seemed relatively calm, and he frowned deeply before looking down at himself. Had Trison died? No, they would've made him aware if that were the case, right? He blinked, remembering now what the nurse had told him.

Snap attempted to take a step toward the restroom, his thoughts stammering something about washing himself off, but stumbled as his boot met the floor in an awkward way. He quickly steadied himself, glancing around to make sure nobody had seem him falter, and paced slowly forward. His eyes gazed back at him in the mirror of the washroom, though he couldn't quite meet them; guilt was overtaking his expression as he scrubbed himself sore, his skin turning red like his own eyes. He sobbed for a moment into the sink, a burning pain in his chest, but tried to muffle himself with his own hands over his mouth; he wanted to stop breathing entirely.

Taking a while to clean himself up, and then change into the scrubs he had been given, Snap staggered lazily into the hospital room that had been previously indicated to him; he sat on the floor just inside the door, leaning on the wall to his back, and held his head in his hands while he tried to stop crying. His breath was ragged and shallow, but he focused on it for quite some time in an attempt to calm himself; he didn't want anybody to see him like this, least of all Trison. If he had lived at all. The chiss didn't notice at first when people entered the room and hooked the man up to all the machines; he had been staring down at the floor tiling with a blank expression.

The doctor's words hung lightly in Snap's mind, as if they were just out of reach; strength had all but gone out of him, and he felt his mind descending into a pit of blackness. The silence that followed seemed the engulf him for several more moments; the chiss' ears rang loudly as if to spite it. He itched his shoulder absentmindedly, and he realized that it had been burned by a blaster bolt; his brain suddenly hummed with low activity as he heard Trison shift a little.

Snap thought that it was perhaps just his imagination; he looked up from his hands, his eyes squinting with worry. Everything was a little blurry; he sighed, a tiny self-deprecating smirk in the corner of his mouth, and then refocused again as the human began to stir violently. He struggled to his feet, some blood still remaining on his boots, and leaned heavily on the very edge of the bed; letting out a breath, he wasn't sure if it was right to touch the injured man or not. It was his fault that Trison got shot, after all.

Balancing himself gingerly, he let out a sharp sigh to tuck away all of his scattered emotions; he had to gather all of his strength for the sake of this man. "Trison-?" His voice broke more than he intended, and he frowned at the sound of it as he reached to hold the human's hands. He swore softly, thanking a deity that he didn't actually believe in, and had the sudden urge to kiss him. Trying to hesitate, his willpower quickly waned, and before he knew it his lips were against Trison's; he breathed into his face, the sticky smell of bacta invading his sinuses, and let out a shuddering sigh as he pulled away. His fingertips trailed across the man's arms gently as he closed his eyes tighter; he had thought that perhaps he would never feel the man's skin against his ever again, and his brain was having trouble computing the touch as he whispered. "Are you here? I'm sorry."


[3:40:24 PM | Edited 3:41:54 PM] Melissa: Trison had barely reacted when Snap had grabbed his hands, but he went still with the familiar touch of the chiss’ lips against his; he tried to focus his mismatched eyes on the man’s face, but all he could make out was the dark color of his skin. “A-Are y-you?” He stuttered quietly, not really sure if he was lost in a nightmare or if this was real; he tried to catch his breath, but between his emotional and physical state, the tears kept desperately falling from his eyes and his breathing came in sharp gasps.

A nurse hurried inside the room, having been alerted from a screen in the hallway that something was awry; she put the sensors back on Trison’s skin and moved the oxygen mask back over his mouth and nose. “I’m going to have to put restraints on him if he removes these again.” She told Snap, making sure the human’s IV was still in place; she pulled out a hypospray from a drawer and pressed against the skin of his neck before leaving.

Trison relaxed quite suddenly, his eyes barely open as he continued trying to focus on the chiss; he had stopped crying, although it didn’t really feel like it was his choice to do so. His fingers tapped against the bed, he was trying to reach for Snap, but found he lacked the strength. “S-Stay-” He said, his voice barely audible through the mask; his eyes closed as the sedative took over, he felt forced away from the chiss, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

Over the evening and into the night, nurses had been in out of the room a few times to check on Trison or to administer fresh doses of medications; even though he was mostly unaware of the hospital room, the human’s mind kept trying to find Snap, to focus on the one person in his life that he cared about.

The night was troubled and restless for Trison, but he didn’t actually move very much; his body was absolutely exhausted and although the sedative didn’t keep him from feeling the pain, it forced him into a sleep like state. He woke up in the late morning; his eyes fluttering open as he whimpered and trembled against the bed.

He pulled the oxygen mask to the side of his face and licked his lips, trying to find a touch of moisture in his dry mouth. “No more sleep, please.” He muttered to anyone who could hear, with desperation in his voice. He scratched at the scar on his arm and tried to shift himself to get comfortable, but cried out in agony as his brain was reminded of the wound on his thigh.


[4:29:43 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap hadn't said anything as the nurse tended to Trison; his mouth hung open slightly, not knowing what to say. He watched the consciousness drain from the man's face, and inhaled sharply; his body reacted in such a way as if to catch him from falling, though he was only descending back into sleep. "Always." He whispered, holding the human's hand to his lips as they quivered with grief. A stray tear fell from the chiss' tightly closed eyes, and he blinked as if to make it leave quicker; he had to be strong, he reminded himself, he needed to show Trison that he was strong.

A few hours passed, and Snap's legs gave out; he collapsed on the floor, though still held tightly onto the human's hand with his own. He felt like a sort of jelly creature, his neck not even having the power to lift his head, but didn't fight the feeling as his red eyes grew fuzzy again. The chiss wasn't sure if he had actually slept, or simply drifted, as the night ticked onward; his hand had fallen from Trison's when he shifted a little, and just laid on the cold floor in front of him. He felt like a child again; not knowing what to do or how to act, even when a few nurses had come in to check on the human.

Snap ended up leaning against a machine that was hooked up to Trison, careful not to press any buttons as he had, and set his forehead on a knee while hugging his shin. The other leg he had sent out straight, but it began to tingle from being pressed against the hard floor; he felt frozen in place for a time, not even knowing what was going through his mind.

His brain struggling to initiate thought again as he heard the mumbled words of Trison, Snap blinked his eyes for the first time in what seemed like forever; he found the strength to lift his head, hesitating to respond, as he hadn't quite heard what he said. The chiss quickly got to his feet as the man began to scream, and held his arms down on the mattress, worried that he might end up injuring himself further. "Please-" He replaced the oxygen mask, as he had seen the nurse do, and leaned his forehead against Trison's in an attempt to calm him; their eyelashes nearly touched, and his red gaze was steadier than he expected. His deep voice thrummed in his chest with an amount of repose, a sound he wasn't sure how he made. "I'm right here."


[5:33:55 PM] Melissa: Trison went still as the chiss held him. “Snaps-” He whispered, focusing on the man’s intense red eyes with some difficulty. “I-I’m s-sorry.” He whimpered and tried to focus on his breathing for a few seconds; why had things gone so wrong yet again? Before he had met the chiss, his life wasn’t exciting nor dangerous; he knew that in his line of work, things occasionally went wrong, but he had never been in as many life or death situations as he had in the last few weeks.  

He was scared, which was appropriate, because he had been shot; worry pushed itself forward into his thoughts, Snap didn’t look well either, was he injured also? His eyes looked over Snap’s dark skin and the pale blue scrubs he wore; he let out a little laugh, although he really didn’t know how amused he was, it was more out of surprise. “Y-You’re-wearing-blue.” Trison panted in between each word, having difficulty speaking loud enough to be heard.

“W-Were-you-hurt too?” His tone was filled with uneasiness; he knew somehow that it was his fault if the chiss had been shot, Snap always did seem to get hurt around him.

After noon, an unfamiliar nurse, probably on a different shift, came into the room briefly and left a tray of lunch items; Trison had been dozing again, having been given another dose of sedatives to help keep him relaxed, and didn't even respond to the smell of the food.

A couple hours later, Nurse Lettie, from the day before, entered the room and looked from the human to the chiss. “The doctor is going to be taking Trison to the bacta room here in a few minutes; maybe you should get some sleep? We have some cots in a room off the nurse’s lounge.” She kindly suggested to Snap. “We also have a shower if you’d like to use it? I can get you another pair of scrubs.” She busied herself, checking Trison over as she waited for the dark-skinned man to reply.


[6:29:00 PM] Sunnyshine: "It's not your fault-" Snap broke off, running his fingers through Trison's hair. "I'm alright; just a couple scratches, nothing big." He breathed, kissing him on the forehead as his calm cracked a little with the human's labored tone. "If anything it was my fault-" He muttered, mostly to himself. "I'm the one who brought you into these dangerous situations; I'm the one to blame." His words then faded a touch below a whisper. "Please, don't worry; all you need now is rest. The doctors have it well in hand; bacta is an amazing thing."

Snap had stood beside the bed again for as long as he was able, but his legs grew shaky with fatigue; he rubbed his face into Trison's chest softly, grasping at the little flicker of hope he had in his heart. Things would be alright, he breathed; he found himself wanting to believe in a deity, in an afterlife, though he didn't know where to even start. It didn't even register in his brain that someone had walked in, and the scent of food was the last thing on his mind; he had to be here for Trison, even if he was slowly crumbling.

Snap's knees began to give out again, and he huffed back to the floor; a great deal of desperation shone on his face, but he took a cleansing breath while kissing the back of Trison's overhanging hand. After a time, his eyes somehow found the energy to focus on the nurse that addressed him; he said nothing in response, his thoughts not even trying to form words, and just wanted her to leave. After a few moments, it seemed to him that she was waiting for a reply, and he blinked while rubbing has face with a few fingers. "No." He mumbled simply, and then glanced over at the aforementioned doctor who had come to take Trison away.

Snap lacked the energy to do much of anything, so he just watched, scooting lazily out of the way and against the wall near the doorway. He shifted his sore legs, returning to his previous position, his head against a knee, and wondered briefly when he would ever get some proper sleep again. The chiss wasn't sure how long passed; minutes, hours? When Trison returned, he lifted his head; his eyes were blurry once more, and his nose was assaulted by the smell of bacta. He flinched, blinking, but coherent words escaped him again as he scrambled to find something to say. "S- how- w-" He muttered softly, but didn't really expect a reply.


[6:53:47 PM] Melissa: Trison was making some odd humming sounds as the nurse and doctor moved him back to his hospital bed, he had some cloth restraints on his wrists and they attached them to the bed rails with them; he jerked against the restraints as they hooked him back up to the machines to monitor him.

“I hate water, you-” He swore several times in an exasperated whisper. “-useless medical professionals! Stop trying to drown me!” Trison tried to shift away from the nurse as she gave him some medicine, but started relaxing almost as soon as she pulled the hypospray away from his skin. “I-I don’t want to s-sleep either.” He said, his tone getting softer. “P-Please, don’t make me.” His body went limp against the bed, but his eyes were still fighting to stay open; he tried to find Snap with his gaze.

“S-Snaps, c-can we go home yet?” Trison asked, still trying to fight against the effect of the sedative. “I need m-my bag, will you get it for me?” He stayed awake as long as he could, which in reality was just a few minutes, before he slipped back into unconsciousness.


[8:08:47 PM] Sunnyshine: Panic hit Snap for a moment, hearing Trison's harsh tone before the nurse left; his expression relaxing as his mind understood the words, he staggered to his feet once more. His hands trembled as he reached out to the human, brushing his wet hair away from his face with a gentleness; it made him a little happy when the man referred to Bittersweet as 'home,' and his face showed a fraction of contentedness through the worry. "You still need attention-" He broke off, having found his voice for the moment, and a soft smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he listened. "I will get it." He breathed, kissing the man on the forehead, and then the hand, before turning around.

Snap's mind swam; he had gotten up too fast, and felt himself blacking out a little. He leaned on the wall, and then glanced back to Trison, smiling as much as he could in an effort to show that he was alright. People passed by the open doorway, going about their own business; the soles of their shoes squeaked against the floor, keys or jewelry jingled in an oddly serene way, and this somehow made the chiss want to throw up. He found the strength to persevere, and walked boldly out into the world again; it was as if him and the human had been making their own protective bubble in there, like they had on his ship, and it was more than a little nerve wracking to step out of it without him by his side. Would Trison be okay?

A few questions buzzed through Snap's mind like insects; annoying him, and picking his resolve apart with each thumping step he took. His head throbbed from dehydration and exhaustion; though he wasn't sure how long it took, he somehow made his way back to Bittersweet. Taking a breath in the shelter of his spacecraft, the chiss began to pant as he made his way up the entry stairs; he glanced around the lounge momentarily, and couldn't see Trison's bag. He blinked as his eyes began to get a little fuzzy again, and tried to will himself to keep moving forward; his feet faltered, and he fell to the floor.

Consciousness faded from Snap, and he was thrown into a nightmare; it shifted and morphed, as if it were alive, and gaped after him with rage.

"Out drinking again?" A familiar robotic voice thrummed with indifference. "You know I do not openly dispute your habits, but it would be favorable if you did not loiter in the middle of the walkway anymore."

The chiss blinked through his lethargy, glad to be free of his dreaming, and rolled his body to the side; a wall met him, and he closed his eyes to calm himself as Trash's cumbersome hull wheeled past him. How long had he been out? Snap's gaze struggled to focus after a moment, and he found the strength to lift himself off of the floor; staggering a little bit, and leaning on the wall panels for balance, he paced forward to the couch. The chiss sat down with a moan, and then stuffed a ration bar in his face, his mind catching up with a little more clarity than before.

A memory played in Snap's head, as if it were a recording on a screen, and he recalled Trison taking his bag when he had left to shower; the chiss struggled to remember how long ago that was, but brushed it off when he found more uncertainty. Taking a few extra breaths, he got up from the couch and glanced around; maybe the bag was in the engine room? Nope, wasn't there; his internal monologue started, his brain getting a little more coherent with each step, and realized that it was most likely in the bedroom.

The chiss found himself smirking proudly as he caught sight of Trison's backpack, and snatched up the set of clothes beside it, tucking them inside it as well; he closed the pack to secure the items, and walked back out into the outside world. Snap had gained a bit of energy from his nap, and the following food, but felt a little sheepish that he had fallen asleep at all. Getting lost in the medical facility for only a few moments, he paced into Trison's room, and victoriously waved the bag around with a soft smirk. "Sorry I took so long." He hummed shyly, not sure if the human was awake or not, and sat the backpack down on the floor next to his bed; he kissed the man's hand reflexively. "How are you doing?"


[8:45:00 PM] Melissa: Trison woke up angry the next morning; despite the medications, he didn’t feel rested nor relaxed, and the pain was overwhelming, even with the accelerated healing from the four hours in the bacta tank each day. He didn’t want to feel anything, emotionally nor physically; he didn’t want to be prodded anymore, he just wanted to leave this place.

His memories over the last few days were fuzzy, and he looked around for the chiss; realizing suddenly that he didn’t come back last night, he hoped he was okay, but part of him was glad to be alone.

In truth he couldn’t stand the look on Snap’s face when he looked at him now; was it because he pitied him? Was that why he stayed the first two days? Things felt like they had changed between them; the way the chiss held him when he cried, like he was a child, one who couldn’t take care of himself.

He couldn’t, could he? Trison was almost thirty-one years old and, for the first time since he was young, he was letting someone else take care of him; he honestly couldn’t stand the idea of things staying like this, and what happened if he couldn’t even walk properly after this?  

In the center of all the feelings and thoughts swirling in his head like a whirlwind, he knew that it hurt his heart, as much as it scared him, that the chiss had been staying with him; he knew that the man needed to do more than this, he had a routine and needed it for his own well-being, he had to take care of himself, and he hadn’t been because of Trison.

Trison started crying softly, knowing that he had to push the man away for his own good, because he valued him above his own happiness. He had some serious doubts before about staying with Snap, but managed to distract from them; now he was sure they wouldn’t work, not anymore, not like this, and he was too scared that he’d continue hurting the chiss.      

“Divolas-” He said, moving the oxygen mask from his face as he felt the chiss’ lips press against the skin on the back of his hand; he was trying to hold back another wave of tears, and pulled away as he started to rub his hair against his eyes with his palms. “You can’t stay here.” His voice was stronger than it had been since he had been injured; it had a hint of determination in it. He had made his decision, and would not back down. “I need you to leave.”

Trison shifted slightly and dropped his hands, willing that he had the strength to look the chiss in the eyes when he needed to. “I have spent most of my life alone because I want to be; I got caught up with you like I would an obsession, but, when I look back on these weeks we’ve known each other, I don’t know why we keep trying to make us work.” He paused to swallow; he felt like he was going to be sick, but managed to push the feeling down for the moment.

“I don’t know how to be what you need, and I don’t want to hurt you worse than I already have.” He told the man, his voice low and firm. He understood that they both needed to move on, no matter how difficult it was to face what he considered to be the truth.


[9:09:19 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap's smile had faded a little as Trison addressed him, though there was still an amount of playfulness in his eyes; the human's words took a few moments to hit him, but he listened as he continued talking. His face grew more solemn with each passing minute, and he struggled to keep eye contact; he blinked, a few tears of exhaustion threatening to fall. "L-leave?" He whispered with barely a breath, but paused again as Trison spoke.

Letting his eyes drift downward, Snap tried to keep his breath even as he tugged at his shirt's hem. "It's okay if you need some alone time; I can come back if-" He had muttered, but then broke off as Trison's words began to sink in. All he heard was that it was his fault. Again. He had ruined everything. He sighed sharply, an amount of resolve in his red eyes all of the sudden; he frowned, looking into the human's face as he felt like a stubborn child. "I don't care. I don't want to leave."


[9:34:39 PM | Edited 9:35:48 PM] Melissa: “Please, don’t make this harder than it already is…” Trison said, closing his eyes; frustration tugged at his brain and the anger he had felt moments earlier was trying to push itself forward. He set his jaw and forced himself to meet the chiss’ gaze again. “We had some fun times, but it’s time to move on. You deserve to find happiness, and I can’t be the obstacle in your way.” He sighed, the strained look on his face shifting to sadness.

“Look, it’s my fault that we won’t work; I’m not capable of being more than just interested, and you deserve love in your life. Trying to make this work wouldn’t be fair for either of us.” The human’s voice broke; he was having trouble convincing himself with his words; he wondered if the doubt meant something, but he pushed it away.

“You’re wonderful, but I don’t deserve you. And if you care for me at all, you’ll respect my wishes.” He let his tired body go limp against the bed and closed his eyes.

A bit of anger resurfaced; even though it was at himself, he decided to try to use it to show the chiss that he meant what he had been saying. He clenched his fists, his voice dropping slightly as he spoke, “I-I can’t have you here anymore …just go, run back to Phen.” He is actually capable of giving you everything I cannot, Trison thought, tears rolling down his cheeks.


[10:01:34 PM] Sunnyshine: Snap had tried to speak a few times as Trison continued talking; he didn't understand what had happened. Was this really just about getting shot, or something else altogether? Had he never actually wanted to be with him, and being gunned down broke the illusion? The chiss' chest ached as he struggled to breathe; a few tears falling from his eyes while he gazed at the man he loved. "I don't c-care if-" He muttered, wiping away a tear with the back of his hand. "You c-can't love me, I-" His train of thought sputtered, and his face fell at the mention of Phenurus.

Snap's mouth hung open for a moment as he wept; he red eyes squinting through the tears to try and see if Trison was telling the truth. He bit his lip, frowning deeper with self-hatred. "F-fine." He hissed, shoving himself away from the side of the bed while rubbing his face; he really felt like a child now. He paused momentarily at the door-frame, touching it with a few of his fingers, and then glanced back to the human; could this really be it? Was this the last time he would ever see him? He swallowed, terrified to go back out into the world alone, but willed himself to walk forward until the hospital was in the distance behind him.


[11:09:26 PM] Melissa: “I’m sorry.” Trison whispered after several seconds of silence; his heart told him to get up and run after the chiss. He had a moment of stupidity and tried to listen to it, by sitting up and swinging his legs to the side of the bed all at once, but ended up crying from the severe pain moving had caused instead; he had forgotten briefly that he was in a medical facility because of a blaster wound, that had nearly killed him.

He laid against the bed sobbing for several minutes, eventually a nurse entered and tended to him. “No, no, please” He cried, trying to pull away fearfully, as she administered a fresh does of sedatives. “Tell him not to go! I don’t want him to leave; tell him I’m an idiot, it wasn’t me talking!”

Trison’s eyes started to go blurry as the nurse turned him on his back and placed the oxygen mask back over his face; she restrained his wrists again and frowned as he trembled and jerked weakly against them. “Please don’t leave me alone.” He whispered; the nurse left, but the human hadn’t even noticed her go, he was speaking to someone else, the man who was probably out of the hospital and on his way home now.