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Entry 2 [Commentlog] Guess who's finally waking up?! 8D

[The first thing that begins to sink in past the fog of unconsciousness is the cold. Alex is chilled to the very center of his bones and he can't process why this would be. He begins to stir, grimacing at a deep settling ache that seems to cover almost every inch of his body. What had happened .. What ..

He pries his eyes open and what he finds chills his innards in a way that his surroundings haven't yet managed. He only recognized his surroundings because he'd had to retrieve frozen items for preparation in the kitchen.

Alex was lying on the floor of the cold room .. Alex was on the floor of the cold room AND couldn't remember why or how he'd gotten there.

He struggles to get up off the floor and it's about that time that he realizes that he's not simply stiff from the cold, but because he's also covered in injuries. The only thing that possibly kept him from bleeding to death was the chill of the room slowing his blood flow. He groans, his breath escaping in a burst of warm air that fogs before him.

He grunts and slowly begins the process of cataloging his injuries, noting with a definite and sobering certainty that his healing abilities are not merely slowed here at the Keep, but seemingly non-existent.

~ slice to the rib area from Trial has been reopened (Headsman originally, Kevas renewed)
~ clean slice down his left hip (Auron)
~ slice above the right eye and hardcore swelling/ black eye (Kevas/Auron)
~ minor concussion (Auron)
~ broken nose (idek, but pretty sure Auron, lol)
~ slashes down and across back (Kevas)
~ burn marks across his lower back area (Sollux)
~ bruising around throat (Sollux)
~ internal bleeding (combined efforts, but Kevas did a good number)
~ assorted small cuts (Nepeta and others)
~ general ass kickedness and bruising all over body (everyone involved that put up a fight)]

Not .. good ..

[The words grate out past lips that have begun to lose their color. With the help of the shelves on either side of him, Alex finally manages to regain his feet. He is shivering uncontrollably at this point as his body temperature begins to finally drop. He tends to run hotter than a normal human, but even he can't fight off the cold indefinitely .. especially when injured and unmistakeably nude.

He stumbles his way to the door of the cold room and falls heavily into it with a loud *THUNK*, gasping in pain as his left leg nearly gives out. He can feel blood caked all over himself, hair matted and sticky with it and the chill of being frozen, but there is no way of knowing what is his and what could belong to someone else ..

Someone else .. oh God ..

Though Alex cannot remember what happened after the moon turned, he knows he didn't make it out of the Keep in time. The blood that covered his shivering form was undoubtedly not his own .. if he'd bitten someone or left someone injured .. or, God help him, dead ..

He raises a shaking right hand, his left covering his pain jarred ribs, and pounds weakly on the inside of the door. There is no way to open the cold room from the inside and he's uncertain how long, lycanthrope or not, he can survive inside without medical aide.]

Hello .. anyone ..

[His voice is weak and he can't seem to call any louder than he already is. He couples every other word with a thump against the door, too cold and hurt to even feel fear just yet.]

Any .. one .. please ..

[He has no way of knowing that it was Auron that trapped him in here or that he left a handwritten note that read 'fiend inside, open with caution' on the outside of the door. He has no journal, no clothing and no other way to contact anyone outside of the cold room. He is completely and totally alone and at the mercy of anyone that might happen to hear him.]

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[Xanth is a growing boy, and he's realized something: the kitchen is empty sometimes. He's learned the routine and now prefers to raid it himself, rather than wait for anyone to cook him a meal.

So here he is. He's in the pantry, looking through the jamjars, but then he hears this noise. There's a knock. There's a muffled word.

The thought crosses Xanth's mind that this place could be haunted.

His chest tightening, Xanth waits another few seconds. There's another knock, then another word.

His heart hammers in his chest. Xanth takes a few steps towards the cold room, the pantry left open and jamjars abandoned.]

He...

[His voice, meek and wavering, cracks. He clears his throat, then tries again a little louder:]

H-He-- he-- hello?

[Alex is beginning to grow more alarmed as time seems to stretch out with no answer. Although it was certainly possible for him to survive in the cold room for a period of time, he was pretty seriously injured and he had no doubt that this would gravely effect his chance of prolonged survival.

The fact that he didn't feel the cold was sign enough that the situation was already bad.

And then a sound .. a voice ..

Alex leans heavily against the inside of the cold room door, straining to catch any sound. Was that a voice he'd heard just now? Praying for the best, yet fearing the worst, Alex begins a renewed assault on the inside of the door. He pounds heavily, shouting through it.]

IN HERE!! PLEASE!! HELLO!!!???

[He puts his all into the shouting and pounding, knowing that I this fails and no one is there that he'll be exhausted and more than likely will never see the outside of the cold room again.]

[Xanth gasps, taking one alarmed step back. All thoughts of hauntings are gone from his mind, replaced by shock.

Someone is trapped inside.]

I--I'm c-c--coming!

[Xanth scrambles towards the door and wrenches it open. He is not prepared for what he sees: Alex's figure, bruised and broken.

And the blood.

There's so much blood.]

[One moment Alex is leaning heavily against the door, praying for some sort of salvation, and then the door is yanked open and it's all he can do to keep from toppling over as he regains his balance.

He grips the edge of the door in one shaky hand, staring at the fair haired youth in a sort of unfamiliar fascination.]

Th-thank y-you..

[The words are shaky, his teeth chattering if their own accord; he's been locked in the cold room for two days, after all! Then he tries to walk, but that blood .. yeah, that blood had to come from somewhere and it doesn't all belong to those he attacked. That coupled witwinding in the cold = situation harder! :D

His legs give out and he topples forward, to weak and hurt to even hope at catching himself .. This is going to hurt..]

[Xanth rushes to catch Alex, but Alex is much taller than he is and that offsets his balance. He stumbles back, almost toppling over, but then he sets one knee on the ground.

The man's skin is so cold.]

Um, um, uh--

[Xanth's mind is reeling. What does he do? How can he help? he's no doctor. He knows how to treat small wounds, of course, but this is so much worse than anything he's ever dealt with. He could help but not enough and without enough help this man could die--

wait

there is a doctor here

the infirmary]

The-- th-- infff--

[He gives up on that line of speaking and takes two seconds to calm himself down. Hard swallow. Deep breath.]

Can-- c-can you-- w-w-w--walk? Jus-- a-- j-just a l-li--little?

[Alex would feel terribly bad about crashing onto the smaller young man, but in truth, he's just blessedly happy to not fall to the stone ground. He grunts softly in pain as Xanth manages to catch and keep this from happening, clinging to the other man as much as he can with his nearly numb fingers.]

Th-thanks ..

[He's not without being utterly gracious, considering the circumstances and that might even be a hint of a smile on his pale blue lips. He tries to focus on the stuttering words his savior is offering, turning his slightly unfocused blue-greens eyes to him. He gives a half nod, trying his best to support himself on his own two feet as he discerns the meaning behind the stumbled words.]

C-can't .. p-promise .. b-but will .. t-try ..

[And he does .. Although Alex has never been to the infirmary, so much as having heard of it .. He can only hope his mysterious savior has a better idea of its location than he does just now.

There was also the fact that he had .. well .. no clothing on. The latter is realized only through a dim moment of clarity through the fog of pain that wracks his body.]

M-might .. want to .. g-grab a t-tablecloth .. or s-something.

Uhh--

[Xanth tosses a wild glance around the room for any kind of cover. Yes, he's noticed Alex's nudity, but he's too preoccupied with his injuries to worry about his lack of cover.

Unfortunately, this is just the kitchen; there are no linens in here, tablecloth or otherwise.]

Th-there's... n...n-nothing, suh-- s-sorry...

[He pulls one of Alex's arms over his shoulders and holds it there. His other arm slips around Alex's back, gingerly holding him up.

Xanth can feel the blood, some dried and some still wet.]

[Alex feels Xanth looking around and at his stumbled apology, the lycan offers a wry smile that turns into a grimace as his body prickles as if on fire. His tone mirrors a tight control over that pain as he replies, aiming for light and amused, but succeeding at something far tighter and pained as he first sucks in a gasp.]

Hsss ... S'alright .. more f-for them than m-me ..

[Nudity has never been a big deal to Alex, but if the kid is okay with it then he's not going to freak out over it at all. There were bigger things to concern oneself about at the present time .. such as possibly bleeding to death or even hypothermia. GOOD TIMES!

As Xanth lifts an arm over his shoulder, Alex does the best he can to not cry out in pain, but he's hard pressed. The motion stretches the skin over his ribs and then he's bleeding again, although at least it's still sluggish. He can tell the boy is trying his best to be careful, though, and tries not to traumatize him any more than necessary. His free hand goes to his ribs and dutifully clasps over the bleeding wound and he begins the grueling process of walking.

God help him, but it hurt to walk.]

[Xanth realizes that every step they take hurts Alex more and more, but there's no way he can be helped in the kitchen. Luckily, the infirmary is just across the hall!

It's really the doors that cause problems. Xanth has to use one hand to get it open, and the only available one is holding Alex's arm over his shoulder. Every time Xanth lets go, he has to hold a little tighter around Alex's waist. He feels pangs of sympathy pain every time he does, and he whispers an apology.

But there are only two doors and Xanth doesn't bother shutting them. Soon enough, they reach the infirmary, and Xanth lowers Alex down onto a cot.]

H-Here. I-- just-- I-I'll, uh, g--g-go f--find s-someone. O-Okay?

[Because the infirmary is empty - the doctor must be out - and Xanth can't fix Alex himself.]

[Just across the hall or halfway across the Keep; in the end it all feels the same ridiculously long trek. Alex grunts softly but does his best to hold in the most of his reactions to the jarring. He knows that Xanth is doing his best to help him and there is little enough to be angry about just now.

A little longer in the cold room, after all, and he'd have been a catcicle.

Thanking whatever God chooses to listen, they are at the infirmary after what seems like forever but is more likely just Andes minutes of painful trudging.

As Xanth sets him onto the cot, Alex nods in understanding, teeth gritted tightly as he wills his stomach to not recoil. It's been two days since he ate anything of substance and whatever that had been was quickly burned off during his transformation.

Even pained and filthy as he is, however, he offers a hint of a smile.]

Sure th-thing.. not going .. anywhere. I'll be .. r-right h-here.

[Right here in this cot where he's going to lay down .. cause thing hurt too much to stay upright and he's still freezing.]

[Xanth takes one step back towards the door.]

O-Okay.

[He takes another step.]

I-I'll-- b--b-be b--back.

[And then he bolts.]

[But he doesn't return for some time; perhaps the boy has had some trouble finding someone to help.

However, Alex is in luck. The doctor is in.

Sycora's eyes go wide at the sight of Alex. He wasn't here when she left, nor was that door open - and immediately she figures he must have crawled in here on his own.

She does not recognize him as the leopard who mauled so many people such a short time ago; she only sees an injured party.

She briskly walks to his side, then touches a hand to a relatively uninjured portion of his arm.]

Can you hear me?

[He is lucky .. or at least lucky until Sycora finds out exactly who he is and what he was responsible for. He hears her enter, her scent new and unfamiliar from anyone he's met before.

However, the likelihood that there is any fight in him is non-existent and he can only hope she comes in peace.

Sure enough, her touch is light and careful on his arm when it finally comes. He's feels awful chilly, don't he? Wonder how that came about?

He makes a small sound in the back of his throat and opens his non-swollen eye enough to roll it up toward her face. There is even a dried blood trail coming from one ear, but that's hopefully not as bad as it looks.

Hopefully.

Hey look .. there's that wry smile, although the pain beneath it is undeniable. In fact, the longer he remains still, the harder it's getting to move. That would be the internal bleeding .. good times!]

I c-can h-hear you .. p-prolly one of the only .. th-things that d-doesn't .. hurt ..

[Speaking is taking its toll on him, and lycan or not, his higher body temperature isn't making a damn bit of difference. Boy, but being unable to heal himself right now sucks. He'll be certain to ask someone about that .. eventually.]

Okay. Don't talk.

[His temperature is much lower than she expected - he's chilled to the bone. Strange, but she makes no question of it.

First, she goes to the cabinet opposite the line of cots and opens it up to pull out two thick blankets. No use leaving him uncovered when she can only heal one part of him at a time.

She hooks one leg around the leg of a stool just next to the cabinet and then drags it over. She lays one blanket across Alex's torso, and then other over his legs. More sections equal easier access.

But she doesn't sit down just yet. Sycora leans over Alex's head, parting his hair and examining for wounds.]

Just relax. Stay awake if you can.

[Alex grunts softly in response, not particularly feeling up to arguing the fact too much. He watches her bustle around the room and when it begins to give him a headache (oh boy!), he simply closes his eyes and follows her with his ears.

Then there are blankets over him; blessedly warm blankets. He sighs softly, grateful of their presence more than she can possibly understand just now. Then she's hovering over him, her scent tickling across his nose just before her fingers gingerly move to his head. He grimaces slightly, but does not flinch away; flinching away only made things worse in the run of things.

There is a pretty nice gash beneath her fingers, at the center of the matted hair. The receipt of that wound, coupled with the jug to the head, had been the cause of his (minor) concussion. It's not bleeding any longer, but there is dried and caked blood and hair around the wound.

Around the head area there is also a nice cut above his swollen right eye (which is blackened for your pleasure), some bruising around his throat, and a broken nose.]

[So many damn concussions lately. Sycora presses her palm against the gash, healing that first since it's a surface wound. The air around her hand warps and wavers, like gasoline fumes or a heat mirage.

The gash is simple to take care of - it's the concussion that will be trickier. She spends an extra couple of minutes on that; to heal brain damage improperly was nothing less than cruel.

She pushes Alex's hair back, resting the heel of her palm against his forehead.]

You still with me?

[There is a degree of relief as she begins working on healing his head. As the cut beneath her hands heals, there is an easing in the throbbing .. however, it's when she begins to work on ebbing and healing his concussion that he lets out a soft sigh. The relief of pressure is almost as dizzying as the wound was itself.

He appreciates the extra time she uses to make certain things are okay in his brain. His brain is important, don't'cha know!

He inhales and exhales slowly as she finishes that bit, opening eyes that are noticeably clearer as she rests the heel of her hand against his forehead.]

Still kickin' .. doc .. Pretty fancy hands ya got there ..

[His core body temperature was beginning to rise again as well, a bit of color returning to his pallor.]

Regenerative magic. Quite useful.

[Without another word, she moves on down to heal the cut above Alex's black eye and then the eye itself.

Once she's done with that, next is the broken nose. Unfortunately, that needs to be shifted back into place before she can heal it.]

Your nose is broken. I'm setting it on the count of three.

One.

[She sets her hands into place against Alex's nose.]

Two.

[Makes finite adjustments to their positioning.]

Three.

[Crick!]

[Alex makes a small sound in the back of his throat at that, smirking a bit.]

Well .. you'll have no arguments from me in regards to that one, doc ..

[He falls still as she moves and heals his eye and the cut above it. His vision improves all the more and he blinks several times as that almost ever present seeming headache clears. Yes, there were certainly pros to this regenerative magic and it was more than just a bit useful.

His gaze trains on her face as she advises him about his nose and he grimaces. However, facing this or having a permanently crooked nose, he'd face a bit of discomfort.

He nods minutely and then takes a breath in on one and exhales on two .. he then braces himself for it, but really .. He's never had a broken bone in his life and there is nothing to compare it to. It had already hurt, but his gasp of pain is accompanied by a solid rolling of his stomach and he bites back a retch. It's only the fact that his stomach is empty that he doesn't lose anything on poor Sycora's floor.

He's afraid to move, his entire face on fire, although it feels a bit easier to breathe already.]

Ow.

[Sycora doesn't bother moving her hands before she starts the healing process again. Alex's broken nose is repaired within a couple of minutes - despite being a bone, the nose isn't hard to heal. Next she deals with the bruising on his neck, the mottled purple color fading as she heals.

Then, she peels back the blanket to get a look at his arms and torso.]

[Alex is a damned fine patient, remaining as still as he can and trying not to make a sound as Sycora works. It's not an attempt to impress or otherwise beguile her, but simply a precaution. He had no way of knowing how her abilities worked, but he knew it would probably be a good idea not tonwigglemaround or disturb her while she worked. Who knew what interrupting during a healing process would earn him?

However as she lifts the blanket off of his torso and arms he can't help the shiver and holding of breath. God, but he still hurt .. What the hell had he gotten into out there???

His arms are relatively free of injury, save for a series of scratches on the shoulder that's up. His back, when she gets there, has two lengthy slashmarks that go from shoulder diagonally down across his back, ending about at his waist. If those look like slightly dulled sword slashes, she'd be most correct. Beneath those, his lower back is burned and red.

On his torso itself, there is a matter and rather ugly looking slash down his left ribs. It hadn't been so bad initially, but the fight hadn't helped and it looks red and angry and there is visible rib at the worst parts of it.

Beneath that, along his abdomen, is mottled dark purple and red bruising. His innards had taken a beating and there is something in there that's ruptured, although Alex couldn't tell you what precisely. He only knows it hurts no matter what position he's in.

He's a right mess, isn't he??]

[An absolute mess! It's terrible!

Sycora passes the shoulder scratches; those aren't lethal and aren't worth bothering with unless she has any spare magic left. (By the look of this man, she probably won't.)

She starts with the rib-slash, working slow and pinching the wound back together as she heals it. It's old, which strikes her as strange, and irritated, which does not. The irritation and age would likely increase scarring, but that didn't matter to Sycora; what mattered was keeping Alex alive.

And so she works.

Next, she deals with the bruising, and then she begins to feel for internal damage. She presses on several spots around Alex's stomach, watching or his reactions.]

[This really is the absolute worse shape he's ever been in after a full moon. Sure he's had fights before and come across his fair share of wounds, but they've always healed; there had never, to this point, been any scarring. However, without a doubt his luck has come to an end. His healing gifts do not work here at the Keep and he hadn't healed at all with his shifting at the full moon.

Balls.

When Sycora begins to attend to the wound at his ribs, he hisses out slowly between gritted teeth. It hurt. It hurt quite a lot, actually. His hands clench around the blanket, but even as he trembles slightly, he makes no other large movement that might distract or make things harder for the healer. Pinching the wound closed probably helped a whole lot, but it didn't feel too good.

When she's done, he's sweating, but the ebbing of pain makes up for it. Then she's palpating his stomach region and he actually chokes back on a scream as she hits the spot that centers the worst of the pain, doubling him over in the cot.]

Sorry .. Fuckfuckfuckfuck .. right there.

[Like she hadn't figured that out on her own. He forces several deep breaths, slowly unfurling himself, and muffles a groan of of pain into the blanket.]

[She pulls her hand back and lets Alex recover. Then, once he's straightened out, she very lightly sets her hand, fingers spread and palm flat, on the oh-so-tender spot.

She starts up the magic again, sending it deep down to heal Alex's internal trauma. He should feel the pain begin to lessen almost immediately, but it won't fully dissipate until she's finished.

When she does, she takes a seat on the stool and catches her breath.]

Can you roll over, or do you want me to sit you up? I need to check your back.

[Alex appreciates her gentle hand more than she can possibly imagine; particularly with having no earthly idea as to how he's gotten himself injured. Well, no specifics, anyway. :\

He feels the pain ebbing as she continues to work her magic, able to move his midsection without any remnants by the time she is asking to attend to his back. However, he's not completely lost to her efforts and her quick draw of breath is not missed by his keen hearing.

He looks up at her, shifting into a sitting position that does nothing for his back and pulls the slice to his hip somethign awful. However, he manages to keep his reaction to the pain from his face and studies her own. He is sitting up now, but instead of turning his back to her for healing, he shakes his head.]

Nuh-uh, doc .. you've already done way more than I could have hoped for. My back's fine (NOT!) or at the very least can wait (possibly). You shouldn't run yourself down like this .. I'll be fine.

[Look .. he managed all that without a single grimace of pain! He's made a right mess of the cot linens .. let's ignore the whole still oozing blood from his hip and back thing, shall we?]

No dithering. I will fix you whether you like it or not.

[She scolds because she hasn't realized who Alex is yet. She scolds because she assumes him another victim of the cat that had gone on rampage. She scolds because she sees that blood.

Then, Sycora stands again and slides her fingers under Alex's shoulder.]

Come on. Turn over.

[Alex almost smiles as she prods him to give access to his back, and a search of her face shows just how serious she is. He has no way of knowing that things would be drastically different if she knew he was the one responsible; that things will be different when she finds out. It doesn't matter that he has no recollection of the attack or that he's forced to shift once a month in a manner that's completely out of his control. What matters is that he's responsible for the death of one Keep resident and the mauling and maiming of a handful of others.

He finally relents, knowing she will not leave him as he is and shifts so he is laying on his stomach on the cot. His back is to her now, the slashes from shoulder to waist clearly visible beneath the matted blood. The burns at the small of his back are already red and angry, but there is heat beneath them as well in a way that might remind one of really bad sunburn in a small area.

His hip protests the most out of the lot, even as his shoulders move and pull his back. Every shift pulls that wound as he resettles on the cot, trying to find a position that's comfortable.]

[Good gods. Sycora takes two deep breaths to steady herself, and then she starts on the slashes. Sorry, Alex; she's pinching them together as she goes along, too. If she were a normal doctor, these would be stitches instead of pinches.

The slashes take up quite a bit of time, as they are numerous and long, but she finishes with them eventually. Then, she passes the magic over Alex's burns, even though they are not severe.

She replaces the blanket on Alex's now-healed and now-scarred back before she takes a look at Alex's legs.]

[Alex feels Sycora still before she begins to work on his back and his stomach rolls with unease. Just how bad did he look? Was is really bad enough to warrant even the healer taking stock of the mess before she set to work?

Even so, concern turning his stomach, he forces himself to steadily inhale and exhale while she pinches the wounds and begins to heal them. There is no denying that the relief is near instantaneous and he closes his eyes as the pain ceases altogether after she soothes the burns.

He feels the blanket as it's replaced over his torso and then she moves the second, looking over his legs. There is a very obvious and messy slice on his left thigh, muscle and fatty tissue visible when the wound opens as he shifts. His legs themselves look alright otherwise, though his feet are bruised along the pad and ball; running barefoot on rocks and stone all night had that effect, you know! :D]

[It's a wonder this man is alive at all.

Sycora goes through the process again on Alex's leg: pinch together, heal the wound. It's a severe would that will leave some nasty scars - sorry, Alex. Modeling might not be in your future anymore.

When she's done with it, she sits down on the stool again and pinches the bridge of her nose. Unfortunate that she smears blood on her face, but such is life.]

You hurt anywhere else?

[She'd be a little more eloquent, but she hasn't got the mood or the energy.]

[He feels much the same, Sycora, and although he was not at all thrilled to wake in the cold room, it more than like saved his life. He remains a good patient, not moving while she finishes working on the last of his wounds.

Yes the pinching of his wounds closed hurt like a bitch and yes he would scar because of this, but he was alive and that was more than he could have hoped for after waking. He'd worry about modeling if and when he ever got back home again..

When Sycora pulls her hands away and pinches the bridge of her nose, clearly drained, Alex looks at her in concern. He shakes his head without hesitation when she asks about other wounds.]

Just knocked around in general.. bruises and the like. Nothing that can't heal on it's own, doc.

[He's sitting up now and reaches a steadying hand for her shoulder, squeezing lightly as he searches her face.]

Are you alright?

[She nods.]

I'll be fine.

[She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and throws a look at Alex.]

But what the hell happened to you?

[Alex studies her face a moment more, seeing the weariness there. However, extra sensory abilities aside, he has no kind of telepathy any sort and in the end must trust what she tells him. He nods and shifts so he is leaning back against the wall, shifting one blanket over his shoulders while the other pools in his lap.

He is still achy, and knows well enough that this will fade on its own in a few days. He has nothing to complain about, though, knowing perfectly well that he'd be dead right now if not for the intervention of Xanth and Sycora.

At her question he leans forward a bit and moves to run a hand through his hair, the motion stilted when finding it tangled and dirty. God, he felt gross. He was in sore need of a bath .. and some of those delightful perfumed oils he'd found.]

I'm not sure, doc .. [He looks at her apologetically, shaking his head once as his hands fall to his lap and he pulls pieces of fuzz off the blanket there.] I can't remember the specifics .. everything goes blank after I started shifting.

[His brows then knit together sharply, falling to the inevitable now that he's not dying. He looks up at Sycora, his expression reflecting his concern and the nausea suddenly rolling through his stomach.]

I can't remember what I did .. I .. I think I hurt someone ..

[SURPRISE, SYCORA!! LET'S BE BESTIES NOW!! I'LL BREAK THINGS AND YOU CAN FIX 'EM!! :D :D :D]

[The moment Alex mentions shifting, Sycora's brown knits into a frown. She tries not to jump to conclusions - there were many shifters in the Keep. A surprisingly large amount, in fact. It's likely that the shifter that rampaged had attacked Alex, too.

Unless he was the shifter.

Her tone is carefully measured as she next speaks.]

Who do you think you hurt?

[Alex doesn't really see that brow furrowing, too lost in his own thoughts. When she speaks, however, it's enough to pull him out of it and he looks up at her with blue-green eyes that are anything but pleased.

Shaking his head once, he replies softly, but loud enough to be heard clearly.]

I .. I don't know. I can shift freely for the most part, but once a moon cycle, on the full moon .. [He swallows around the acidic burn suddenly rising to his throat.] I can't control my shifting on the full moon and when I do shift, I lose any control over myself that I maintain when I choose to change form.

[His gaze never wavers from her own, but his brows knit.]

I never have any memory of what I do on the full moon. I was at the thermal pools .. I-I tried to make it out of the Keep on time, but I don't think I did .. I wouldn't have been in the cold room; not unless someone trapped me in there. [He looks down at the blood covering his body and encrusted under his nails.] I don't think this is all mine..

[A shifter. Thermal pools. Attacks.

All the pieces fall into place before Sycora's eyes. He is the one who attacked Isabella, Sollux, and possibly others.

Sycora draws herself up to stand.]

Deior will know if you've hurt someone. Get some rest - you're going to need it.

[She can't help the edge of ice that sneaks into her tone.]

[Yeah, it's all falling into place now isn't it, Sycora? :D Don't worry; he can't remember how good Nepeta tasted .. but it was REALLY good! Like dashed hopes and dreams. NOMNOMNOM

Alex's gaze follow the doctor as her expression flattens and she rises to her feet. He catches the change in tone and frowns slightly, both at the tone and at the note that Deior will know who he's hurt.

Not particularly the way he was hoping to find out, you know?]

Right .. Thanks for patching me up, doc ..

[He's suddenly really wondering who he attacked.]

You're welcome.

[He's really not.

Sycora walks over to one of the doors and pulls it open. Before she steps through, she pauses.]

I'm going to clean up. You need something, call.

[Though she'd rather not attend to Alex's needs.]

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Entry 2 [Commentlog] Guess who's finally waking up?! 8D

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Oh, hi Xanth! Thanks for the rescue!! :D

don't thank him yet!

Well a SMOOTH rescue wouldn't be any fun!! XD

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The irony of healing him before punishing him .. I'm LOL'ing.

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