01-02-2020, 02:26 AM
People flood in, suddenly, and it's quiet but it's so loud - one after the other, they file in, worried faces concerned about their proxy, their brother, their friend, their father. Everyone had some connection, and he could feel them all, even if it was hard to distinguish, could feel the hammering of anxious hearts, the nervous pawsteps, and the shaking of Roy as he breaks down just the tiniest bit.
There was just so much oh so suddenly - he was so focused on bandaging he had almost missed Snarl's questions, unable to give a proper response before some actual professionals came in to help, didn't have time to retort to Kaz's obnoxious manhandling of the command in the scene, nor critique his lack of bedside manner. Selby arriving was what finally broke him out of his stupor, metaphorically shaking himself awake to pay attention to what he had to do. Hold him still, got it. Easy enough. Kiira arrived too, but before he could go and fulfill his directive, Aurum began talking again - which was a good sign, since at least he wasn't entering shock - and Roy had entered, understandably distressed about his father's condition.
Abathur made a very large decision at that point - he decided to move away from Aurum, trusting Snarl to do a better job than he could (not much he could do, due to his lack of strength in general), and go help someone because they were in need. Not medical need, but need nonetheless. Upon reflection, he didn't know why he did it; frankly it didn't make much sense to him, looking back, but at the time it seemed like there was no other option. So the spider scuttled to Roy's side, silently, taking a second to glance and make sure he wasn't needed very much any more, before crouching down to sit near the child. "He will survive," he said, sounding calm and collected, a confidence to inspire further calm in his friend. There would be a moment or two of silence as he quietly floundered for words, before he said, "Everything is okay. Subject Aurum is strong, has two medics helping him. He will be fine."
Comfort was not a skill of his, and not something he expected to be dealing with at all. Frankly, he was barely making his way through being polite - and yet here he was, shoving past his own self doubt for the sake of another, social the farthest thing from his mind as he silently hoped for Roy to feel better and for Aurum to heal much, much faster.
There was just so much oh so suddenly - he was so focused on bandaging he had almost missed Snarl's questions, unable to give a proper response before some actual professionals came in to help, didn't have time to retort to Kaz's obnoxious manhandling of the command in the scene, nor critique his lack of bedside manner. Selby arriving was what finally broke him out of his stupor, metaphorically shaking himself awake to pay attention to what he had to do. Hold him still, got it. Easy enough. Kiira arrived too, but before he could go and fulfill his directive, Aurum began talking again - which was a good sign, since at least he wasn't entering shock - and Roy had entered, understandably distressed about his father's condition.
Abathur made a very large decision at that point - he decided to move away from Aurum, trusting Snarl to do a better job than he could (not much he could do, due to his lack of strength in general), and go help someone because they were in need. Not medical need, but need nonetheless. Upon reflection, he didn't know why he did it; frankly it didn't make much sense to him, looking back, but at the time it seemed like there was no other option. So the spider scuttled to Roy's side, silently, taking a second to glance and make sure he wasn't needed very much any more, before crouching down to sit near the child. "He will survive," he said, sounding calm and collected, a confidence to inspire further calm in his friend. There would be a moment or two of silence as he quietly floundered for words, before he said, "Everything is okay. Subject Aurum is strong, has two medics helping him. He will be fine."
Comfort was not a skill of his, and not something he expected to be dealing with at all. Frankly, he was barely making his way through being polite - and yet here he was, shoving past his own self doubt for the sake of another, social the farthest thing from his mind as he silently hoped for Roy to feel better and for Aurum to heal much, much faster.
tags - "speech"