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It feels like years before I finally make it back to our apartment "base". My arm is still hanging at my side, limp and dislocated at the shoulder, and I clutch at it with my opposite hand when I don't need to like, open doors and stuff. My eyes are dry, and red from crying.
My lips burn too, but that has nothing to do with anything.
Not... not really.
...Dillon.
I practically fall into our apartment once I finally get the door open, crumbling to the floor when my strength of both body and... and I guess will? Finally gives out. My knees hit the floor with a sharp crack, and I'll probably have bruises there tomorrow.
"Help." I choke out weakly, feeling like I should be crying again, but my eyes are too sore, too spent. "Dillon... they got... D-Dillon..."
My lips burn too, but that has nothing to do with anything.
Not... not really.
...Dillon.
I practically fall into our apartment once I finally get the door open, crumbling to the floor when my strength of both body and... and I guess will? Finally gives out. My knees hit the floor with a sharp crack, and I'll probably have bruises there tomorrow.
"Help." I choke out weakly, feeling like I should be crying again, but my eyes are too sore, too spent. "Dillon... they got... D-Dillon..."
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Date: 2012-12-09 08:17 am (UTC)The sound of the door open gets his attention and he goes to investigate. When he spots a clearly beaten Ziggy in the doorway, he immediately rushes forward, streaming Gaelic curses. "Ziggy? What happened?" Had he been crying?
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Date: 2012-12-09 08:35 am (UTC)But then the door to their rented apartment opens, and Gem and Gemma look up simultaneously as Flynn moves to the door to catch Ziggy and curse a lot in a language that is probably not meant to be understood by the general populace of the room, but Gem and Gemma are a bit above the bar where languages are concerned.
Still, it's bad. Ziggy is bruised, there's a bit of blood, and he's been crying. And his voice... His voice is the worst of all of it.
Gem and Gemma know the tones of absolute heartbreak and broken helplessness better than maybe anyone does, even if it's been a long time since they were holding one another's hands in a holding cell, listening to a now-familiar hummed tune through the vents and humming along.
"Oh, Ziggy-"
"-What's happened?"
Gem is the first to notice the way Ziggy's holding his arm, recognizing the significance, and his motions would be imperceptible to anyone other than his twin, but she understands, crossing the room, brushing past Flynn (with a note of affection that Gem would purse his lips at, if the situation weren't as dire as it is) to catch Ziggy by his good arm and hold him steady.
"It's alright, Ziggy, you're here now."
Gem approaches next, and gingerly takes Ziggy's lame arm in both hands, one just above the elbow, the other a bit higher, nearer the shoulder. Obviously dislocated, but they've fixed one another's dislocations enough.
It's going to hurt, and Gem feels badly about it, but he can't bother warning Ziggy before he finds the direction his arm needs to twist to set his shoulder neatly back in it's socket, if he does, Ziggy might panic, tense, and make it even harder and more painful.
So he just does what he knows he has to do.
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Date: 2013-04-11 03:38 am (UTC)I kind of want my mom, not that I have a mom to remember, but some kind of mother figure right now would be nice. Someone I could just fling myself into the lap of and cry. That's what moms do, right? That and give you curfews and groundings. Or is that dads?
When the pain lessens enough for me to speak again I try. I really really try, but all that comes out is a whining sound that dies as quickly as it started. And I think I'm crying because everyone around me has gone all blurry.
"Dillon." I manage again, and then there's another pathetic whine. "They got Dillon. Th-they... they reactivated the... the virus."
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Date: 2013-05-10 06:00 am (UTC)"Take a deep breath now, son. Then try again. Whose they and what have they done to Dillon?"
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Date: 2012-12-09 11:31 am (UTC)"So...what's that ye were sayin' about Dillon?" He asks softly as he starts cleaning a cut on Ziggy's arm.
iirc I had permission to butt in, tell me if I'm wrong!!
Date: 2012-12-19 07:39 am (UTC)Ziggy looked reluctant to talk to anyone but Flynn, and time was of the essence. Scott sighed. "Tell him, then both of you come tell me, okay?"
The hardest thing about being the damn leader was knowing when you couldn't take action. He stalked off to the kitchen to wait.
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Date: 2013-04-11 03:47 am (UTC)I sit limply on the sink, hands folded in my lap with palms facing up. I feel small and useless, which isn't anything new in the greater scheme of my life, but, since becoming an accidental ranger...
"Scott figured it out in one." I say dully to Flynn, once our leader has left the bathroom. "Tenaya'd already been taken. Converted. Reactivated. And... and..."
Fresh tears. Damn it.
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Date: 2013-05-10 06:15 am (UTC)He kept cleaning, making sure not to look at Ziggy as he asked, "Aye, ye told us that part already. About Dillon and the two villains who converted him and Tenaya. But that wasn't all that happened, was it?" Ziggy had been far too upset for that to have been all. Not to mention, Flynn had always had his suspicions.
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Date: 2013-07-05 08:13 am (UTC)Flynn keeps cleaning my wounds, gentle in that sort of way he has. Not motherly, not like that at all, and not even fatherly really. Not very parental, just... caring.
"No."
God I just want to stop crying already.
"He... h-he..."
I look away, because really, this is all so stupid. I'm stupid. Always have been.
Always will be.
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Date: 2013-08-29 01:32 am (UTC)He stopped for a moment and looked up at Ziggy, using a free hand to cover one of the Green Ranger's. "Nothin' ye see will have to leave this room. I'll only tell Scott and the others what they need to know to get Dillon and Tenaya back," Flynn promised, as sincerely as he could. Ziggy needed to talk, that was clear, but that didn't mean everyone had to know what he said.
"Not, out with it," he continued gently as he resumed cleaning and bandaging, "What' got ye so upset?"