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❝ ah yes, ladies and gentlemen – if you look to your right, you will see an insignificant nobody who was never, it seems, taught about the concept of a verbal filter. shall i demonstrate what happens to someone meeting that description? ❞

❝ i’m not gonna apologize for being right, you deadpool lookalike! ❞

❝ ah, here we go. they look like something a puppy thought was a toy and gnawed on until it was in shreds, only for the owner to attempt a crummy makeshift repair. they’ve certainly seen some shit, that’s for sure. ❞

Do you all hear something?

{ ♪ } – Her eyes widened as she noticed the man standing on her doorstep. He looked like he’d been through a meat grinder at best. She was surprised he could speak at all, and opened her mouth to reply when he started to collapse. Quickly, she shot her arms out and attempted to catch him before he hit the ground. 

   It was easier to pick him up if he was already mostly off the ground, anyways. Thankful for her strength, she shifted him in her arms and carefully brought him inside. It was still a struggle to carry him to the spare bedroom, but she wasn’t about to complain about that. 

   Once he was settled in the bed, Bella started looking him over. She took note of the various injuries he had and started formulating a plan of attack.

     “My name is Noemi Furuya.” An alias from her secondary last name and her middle name. “I’ll be taking care of you, okay?”

   Her voice was soft, figuring he was out cold. Hands moved quickly, getting him attached to the little bit of machinery she had. It was far from what a hospital would have, but she had to make do. A saline solution was started and she quietly cursed the fact that she only had that. If she needed it, blood was easy enough to get… But it was a process. 

   Gentle fingers moved to brush the hair out of his face and she gave a little smile. He would be fine. She would make sure of it.

the first thing that marcellus notices when he regains consciousness is that he feels cold. the second thing he notices is that he is not in any pain at the moment. when he opens his eyes, it takes him a moment to process his surroundings and recall exactly where he is.

ah, that’s right . . . i made it to the doctor. in his mind, he thanks his lucky stars that he managed to get here. a part of his mind chimes in with a thought that he does not claim, that he is lucky to be alive whatsoever. it is true and he knows it, but he would rather not think about how close he came to dying. it also occurs to him that he might not be out of the woods yet. whatever the doctor gave him for the pain, it is doing more than its share of work. marcellus remembers how much pain he was in at her doorstep. he knows the pain he should be in now. after everything he did to escape that place, all those people he killed to break free . . . well, he refuses to die now. that means doing whatever the doctor says.

his eyes rove over the room until they fall upon the doctor, who seems to be at work with something or other. he opens his mouth to say something and then closes it right away, having noticed how dry it is. he smacks his lips a few times to no avail, and then tries to speak again.

@sensoryled || Plotted starter

{ ♪ } – Her ‘clinic’ was small. 

   Quite literally, it was run out of her spare bedroom.

   It was the main reason she kept her apartment after the move to the dorms with UA. Not to mention she wasn’t sure how long she’d be working there before moving on. It was something she needed to have as a lifeline. 

   However, now that she’d gotten more well-known for her healing, she’d gotten more visitors than she anticipated. She wasn’t sure how to explain it to her fellow tenants if they asked… Whatever. She wasn’t quite concerned with what they thought.

   Thoughts were interrupted when a knock sounded at the door. Standing, she listened for the coded knock that was passed around. It was simple enough, just letting someone make her aware of the fact that they needed her help. Opening the door, she poked her head out. 

          the woman who plays doctor to both heroes and villains . . . marcellus had long been aware of her existence and had noted it. never before had he needed to act upon that knowledge, though. he had imagined that information being a useful nugget in a situation less dire than this. nonetheless, he has nowhere else to go in his condition.

          on top of being exhausted and his quirk being burnt out from overuse and trigger, there is not a single part of his body that is free from injury. his body is covered in slashes and bruises, and he distantly suspects that his arm is broken.

          what a time to be alive. i’m going to need to pay those bastards back for what they did.

          as he knocks the code on the door, he clutches his arm. the knock itself is feeble, but the code undeniable. even though he feels like he is on the verge of collapsing, he forces himself to stay standing. it’s just until i can get in there, he thinks to himself, even as his vision swims.

          and then, just moments after the code is complete, the door opens, to which he audibly sighs in relief. as he makes his request, his voice is quiet and belabored . . . he assumes his condition will speak for itself, anyway.

          ❝ hello . . . you’re the doctor, right . . . ? i need your help. ❞