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]
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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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.