Heyyy, what's happenin'? You've reached the voicemail of one very fine-lookin' man. Wanna chat? Fanboy all over my mad skillz? Declare your undying love for me? You know what to do. [BEEEEP]
[If Wade prides himself on anything, it's his ability to-- at least sometimes-- take in horrible injuries with no small amount of aplomb. It's still hard when it's happening to someone else besides him, though-- especially when it's someone he cares about. Wade glances down at the empty space that was once occupied by a hand and five fingers, flicking his eyes back up to hers even as he reaches his hand out.]
Nah, just - It's still a little sensitive and all.
[ The wound is, obviously, freshly healed. It's impressive that it's healed as well as it is but... her physiology allows for that. Not as well as Wade's does, of course, but still. ]
Thanks for. Not freaking out.
[ Peter kind of had. As much as she appreciated his help, things had felt a little tense. ]
[Wade's touch is gentle. He takes great care not to touch the wound or the area surrounding it, clasping her forearm just below the elbow as he examines it. He shakes his head in response to her thanks-- just because he hasn't visibly freaked out doesn't mean he's not affected by this.]
[ Rose is careful to keep an impassive expression. Looking at where her hand used to be still makes her nauseous, angry, wanna' cry, and just about everything in-between. Thanks to her whole hermit routine though she's had quite a lot of time to reflect. She's come to her own conclusions about why this happened and, like always, has found a way to deem it her own fault. Which, truthfully, it partly is.
She knows he's probably looking for a name, someone in Haven to blame for this but... The next part comes out hesitantly; she feels her throat grow tight and mouth dry up and it threatens to leave her unable to speak. ]
It was Yao. [ The blond does her best to keep her voice steady but her gaze is averted to her shoes. He'll likely know what it means that she had contact with Yao... and she knows he'll be angry. Or worse. Disappointed. ] Some... little girl in a garden. Didn't catch her name.
[Wade may be a scatterbrain of the highest order, but he's not a complete imbecile. Already his brain is hard at work putting the pieces together, filling in the blanks between what he knows and what she hasn't said. That look of shame upon her face all but confirms it for him. This wasn't an abduction type of scenario.]
You went to them willingly. [His voice is neutral; the remark not posed as a question. It's as if he's voicing his suspicions aloud.]
Probably went to them to try an' cut a deal regarding your... problem, I'm guessing.
[He searches her face for confirmation.] How's that? Am I in the ballpark?
[ It takes a lot of courage but she raises her chin to meet his gaze. Behind her eyes, there's mostly just fear. Shame. Regret. The woman takes a shaky breath and exhales slowly. ]
After - After what I did to you, I told you. I was scared. I couldn't - I couldn't stop thinking about what if it hadn't been you, what if you weren't here. That would be another dead person and probably more to come. I just... I had to stop and I was desperate enough to try any option I could. Only I had. Except for one. Yao.
[ She bites her bottom lip hard and wills herself to continue. ]
The deal went South though. Obviously. I had to learn the hard way you don't back out when it comes to them.
...yeah. Yeah, I'd say suddenly bein' able to only count to five is a pretty good indication that things went south.
[Whatever tumultuous emotions are stirring inside him right now aren't immediately visible behind the mask. He lowers his gaze once again, gently turning her arm as if he's searching for something.]
Those bandages need changing? I can do it for it real quick, if you want.
[He pats one of the pouches of his belt with his other arm.]
I keep some medical supplies in here. Not really sure why-- never had any reason to use 'em. But they might come in handy now.
[ Mm. She appreciates the try at humor but it falls a little flat at the moment. His touch lingering on her arm makes her just a little uneasy but she doesn't comment on it. ]
I - Probably. The person who did them was kind of freaked out, so. [ She trusts that Peter did a well enough job but also knows he was kind of wreck while trying to wrap her up. Understandably. ]
sorry this is so late-- I didn't get any notifications for it /)_(\
Can't imagine why. Amputated limbs should be a common sight around here.
[Bitter. Oh so amazingly bitter and hateful. Not to her, of course-- never to her-- but to the people who've put them in this position. Still keeping a gentle yet firm grasp on her forearm, Wade rifles through the pouch at his belt with his other hand, coming away with a full roll of bandages. He flicks his eyes briefly upward to meet hers.]
Okay. Gonna do my best not to hurt you, but it's probably still gonna sting a little.
[So saying, he works to unwrap the old bandages from her arm.]
Don't think he's been around the block as many time as we have. [ Not yet, anyway.
Not ever, she hopes.
Rose gives a curt nod at his warning; she still lets out a little noise of discomfort as the bandages are stripped away slowly. What's underneath is... Well, it's disgusting to say the least. The most notable thing is what an unclean cut it was; the wound is red, raw, and jagged like it was purposefully cut off as slowly and painfully as possible. In actuality, that isn't far from the truth. ]
Sorry. I know it's bad.
[ Yeah, that would be Rose apologizing for having her hand sawed off. ]
[Wade shakes his head again, murmuring an apology of his own as he feels her wince. Tossing the dirty bandages aside, he unravels the roll of clean ones and sets to work dressing the wound. He works diligently; expertly-- though he's no doctor, he's done enough of patching himself up over the years that his experience almost rivals that of one who's spent years in an operating room.]
You don't have to apologize to me. I mean-- Yao's up there with folks like Mengele and Fred Phelps, but I can't really blame you for goin' to 'em outta desperation. Be kind of a hypocrite if I did.
[He pauses briefly in his work to flash her a wry, conspiratorial smile.]
[ It isn't much of a surprise that Wade is familiar with this sort of thing. From what she knows, he would be the sort to know how to dress a wound or two. ]
I just - After what I did to you, I didn't... I couldn't do it again.
[ They'd talked about this, she knows, but turns out it was eating her more than she'd let on. That's kind of thing with Rose though as most know by now. It's always half-truths and only the tip of the iceberg with her. ]
[He's not surprised so much as he is disappointed-- not so much in her as in himself. He'd thought he'd made it perfectly clear that what had happened to him was not her fault. Not entirely her fault, anyway. And it wasn't as though his heart couldn't grow back. It had before, multiple times.
He says nothing to her, his eyes fixed on what remains of her arm as he continues his ministrations. After a few seconds of silence, he speaks up, his voice taking on the characteristic low rumble of someone who is about to reveal a deep secret.]
I ever tell you about the time my healing factor stopped working?
[ Even though he had, Rose has a tendency of her thoughts becoming truth. Despite his reassurance, her mind had supplied what was 'real' and that was that all of this was her fault.
Even now she has trouble thinking it's not. ]
... No. [ She knows that he knows he hasn't but she's interested regardless. Rose, more than anyone, understands the importance of opening up and how difficult that can be. ]
[He takes her sullen answer as a sign that she wants to hear it. Which is good, because he probably would have told her anyway. This is something that she needs to hear, like it or not. Wade still isn't all that comfortable giving away pieces of himself like this, but if it could help Rosie in some way, he supposes he could deal with the breach of privacy, just this once.]
Heh. Well then. Strap in for an episode of Story Time with Wade Wilson. [He clears his throat.]
Okay, so. My healing factor'd been on the fritz, like... maybe about five or so years since I first got it? Somethin' like that. Took me hours to grow back my hand once, and by that time I'd already passed out from blood loss at least once.
It was gettin' bad-- I mean, considering my line of work and the people I rubbed shoulders with on a regular basis? I needed that healing factor in good working order. So I went back to the guys who gave me the healing factor in the first place.
[He grins a small, rueful smile without bothering to meet her eyes.] I know what you're thinkin'. It was a stupid thing to do. Didn't have much of a choice, really. Or I thought I didn't, at least.
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D'you mind if I...?
[He trails off-- his intent should be obvious.]
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[ The wound is, obviously, freshly healed. It's impressive that it's healed as well as it is but... her physiology allows for that. Not as well as Wade's does, of course, but still. ]
Thanks for. Not freaking out.
[ Peter kind of had. As much as she appreciated his help, things had felt a little tense. ]
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Which one of 'em did this to you?
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She knows he's probably looking for a name, someone in Haven to blame for this but... The next part comes out hesitantly; she feels her throat grow tight and mouth dry up and it threatens to leave her unable to speak. ]
It was Yao. [ The blond does her best to keep her voice steady but her gaze is averted to her shoes. He'll likely know what it means that she had contact with Yao... and she knows he'll be angry. Or worse. Disappointed. ] Some... little girl in a garden. Didn't catch her name.
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You went to them willingly. [His voice is neutral; the remark not posed as a question. It's as if he's voicing his suspicions aloud.]
Probably went to them to try an' cut a deal regarding your... problem, I'm guessing.
[He searches her face for confirmation.] How's that? Am I in the ballpark?
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[ It takes a lot of courage but she raises her chin to meet his gaze. Behind her eyes, there's mostly just fear. Shame. Regret. The woman takes a shaky breath and exhales slowly. ]
After - After what I did to you, I told you. I was scared. I couldn't - I couldn't stop thinking about what if it hadn't been you, what if you weren't here. That would be another dead person and probably more to come. I just... I had to stop and I was desperate enough to try any option I could. Only I had. Except for one. Yao.
[ She bites her bottom lip hard and wills herself to continue. ]
The deal went South though. Obviously. I had to learn the hard way you don't back out when it comes to them.
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[Whatever tumultuous emotions are stirring inside him right now aren't immediately visible behind the mask. He lowers his gaze once again, gently turning her arm as if he's searching for something.]
Those bandages need changing? I can do it for it real quick, if you want.
[He pats one of the pouches of his belt with his other arm.]
I keep some medical supplies in here. Not really sure why-- never had any reason to use 'em. But they might come in handy now.
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I - Probably. The person who did them was kind of freaked out, so. [ She trusts that Peter did a well enough job but also knows he was kind of wreck while trying to wrap her up. Understandably. ]
sorry this is so late-- I didn't get any notifications for it /)_(\
[Bitter. Oh so amazingly bitter and hateful. Not to her, of course-- never to her-- but to the people who've put them in this position. Still keeping a gentle yet firm grasp on her forearm, Wade rifles through the pouch at his belt with his other hand, coming away with a full roll of bandages. He flicks his eyes briefly upward to meet hers.]
Okay. Gonna do my best not to hurt you, but it's probably still gonna sting a little.
[So saying, he works to unwrap the old bandages from her arm.]
no worries! <3
Not ever, she hopes.
Rose gives a curt nod at his warning; she still lets out a little noise of discomfort as the bandages are stripped away slowly. What's underneath is... Well, it's disgusting to say the least. The most notable thing is what an unclean cut it was; the wound is red, raw, and jagged like it was purposefully cut off as slowly and painfully as possible. In actuality, that isn't far from the truth. ]
Sorry. I know it's bad.
[ Yeah, that would be Rose apologizing for having her hand sawed off. ]
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You don't have to apologize to me. I mean-- Yao's up there with folks like Mengele and Fred Phelps, but I can't really blame you for goin' to 'em outta desperation. Be kind of a hypocrite if I did.
[He pauses briefly in his work to flash her a wry, conspiratorial smile.]
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I just - After what I did to you, I didn't... I couldn't do it again.
[ They'd talked about this, she knows, but turns out it was eating her more than she'd let on. That's kind of thing with Rose though as most know by now. It's always half-truths and only the tip of the iceberg with her. ]
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He says nothing to her, his eyes fixed on what remains of her arm as he continues his ministrations. After a few seconds of silence, he speaks up, his voice taking on the characteristic low rumble of someone who is about to reveal a deep secret.]
I ever tell you about the time my healing factor stopped working?
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Even now she has trouble thinking it's not. ]
... No. [ She knows that he knows he hasn't but she's interested regardless. Rose, more than anyone, understands the importance of opening up and how difficult that can be. ]
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Heh. Well then. Strap in for an episode of Story Time with Wade Wilson. [He clears his throat.]
Okay, so. My healing factor'd been on the fritz, like... maybe about five or so years since I first got it? Somethin' like that. Took me hours to grow back my hand once, and by that time I'd already passed out from blood loss at least once.
It was gettin' bad-- I mean, considering my line of work and the people I rubbed shoulders with on a regular basis? I needed that healing factor in good working order. So I went back to the guys who gave me the healing factor in the first place.
[He grins a small, rueful smile without bothering to meet her eyes.] I know what you're thinkin'. It was a stupid thing to do. Didn't have much of a choice, really. Or I thought I didn't, at least.