Somebody Save Me (Soranik)
Jan 27, 2013 20:50:20 GMT -5
Post by Soranik Natu on Jan 27, 2013 20:50:20 GMT -5
Well Soranik lacked her fathers' ability to feel the fear in others, but she had her own suspicions about what he did and did not fear. His reaction to her discipline seemed to certainly suggest a subtle fear of being restrained. She could not blame him though, he's been such a free spirit for so long, literally having the universe at your fingertips only to have it taken away is quite a terrible thing to endure for the psyche.
She indulged his first rant without interrupting him, and if she didn't think better of it, she would've interrupted the second, but she would need to maintain a certain integrity in this particular moment. The status of their relationship was critical, this situation was unprecedented for a number of reasons, and it's almost a miracle that Soranik has kept it together as long as she has. She really is her father's daughter.
"You're absolutely right. I would most certainly have not flown across the entire universe to illegally collect a device to save a patients life as I have done. Under the circumstances, I would've done all I could to ease their passing and then carried the guilt of it with me for the rest of my life like I do for every patient I have ever lost. But you have done something extraordinary to me. You have taught me how to break the rules and tear down the walls that burden my progress. I'm changed for ever and now knowing it's possible to fly across the universe to save a life, I will most likely never do anything less again."
The pause between the first long winded retort and the second was brief. Soranik's composure was calm and cool at first, but she felt herself slipping the more she spoke. She could watch it from her minds eye, the frustration, the hurt, the agonizing exhaustion. Then she just snapped. Like tempered steel carrying to much weight, or the piston rod inside an engine not oiled well enough. Her next words cut.
"If it is your wish, I will not restrain you. I am not unreasonable after all. And it would be unethical to deny you your pain relievers, so that was a joke. Here are the controls, I've adjusted them to Korrugaran."
Her voice was tart, sour, down right vicious. Soranik has her fathers Charisma, and for years since Kyle broke her heart, that Charisma was lent towards smiles and cheer, but ever since then, she has been bitter and vindictive. It isn't her intent, and she is as nice as she can afford, but in rare moments, such as this, when emotions run high and exhaustion siphons away the last peices of solace from already addled minds, there is naught else to do but break and scream for the torment in our hearts to end.
She hands Sinestro a digital pad with a screen on it. The device is hand held, very intuitive and wireless. There is an identical screen on the bed that Sinestro is still laying in, in case he were to drop it or something. It controls various things on the bed, among them, pain killers. There is a timer ticking down how long he must lay in the orange goope, and controls to drain it once he's done. Once the timer is done ticking, Sinestro's burns will have been downgraded from third degree to first degree and will heal in a matter of days.
The work she is doing on his leg is nearly complete, and if it hadn't been for that, she might've stormed right out. But fate would have it, that she is yet again bound by her own moral code to continue helping this poor man in her care despite being genuinely fed up with him for one day, a day that has literally lasted for several actual days. Maybe after he's healthier and she's had some time to rest her mind, things will be better. Well that is most likely the truth of it.
She indulged his first rant without interrupting him, and if she didn't think better of it, she would've interrupted the second, but she would need to maintain a certain integrity in this particular moment. The status of their relationship was critical, this situation was unprecedented for a number of reasons, and it's almost a miracle that Soranik has kept it together as long as she has. She really is her father's daughter.
"You're absolutely right. I would most certainly have not flown across the entire universe to illegally collect a device to save a patients life as I have done. Under the circumstances, I would've done all I could to ease their passing and then carried the guilt of it with me for the rest of my life like I do for every patient I have ever lost. But you have done something extraordinary to me. You have taught me how to break the rules and tear down the walls that burden my progress. I'm changed for ever and now knowing it's possible to fly across the universe to save a life, I will most likely never do anything less again."
The pause between the first long winded retort and the second was brief. Soranik's composure was calm and cool at first, but she felt herself slipping the more she spoke. She could watch it from her minds eye, the frustration, the hurt, the agonizing exhaustion. Then she just snapped. Like tempered steel carrying to much weight, or the piston rod inside an engine not oiled well enough. Her next words cut.
"If it is your wish, I will not restrain you. I am not unreasonable after all. And it would be unethical to deny you your pain relievers, so that was a joke. Here are the controls, I've adjusted them to Korrugaran."
Her voice was tart, sour, down right vicious. Soranik has her fathers Charisma, and for years since Kyle broke her heart, that Charisma was lent towards smiles and cheer, but ever since then, she has been bitter and vindictive. It isn't her intent, and she is as nice as she can afford, but in rare moments, such as this, when emotions run high and exhaustion siphons away the last peices of solace from already addled minds, there is naught else to do but break and scream for the torment in our hearts to end.
She hands Sinestro a digital pad with a screen on it. The device is hand held, very intuitive and wireless. There is an identical screen on the bed that Sinestro is still laying in, in case he were to drop it or something. It controls various things on the bed, among them, pain killers. There is a timer ticking down how long he must lay in the orange goope, and controls to drain it once he's done. Once the timer is done ticking, Sinestro's burns will have been downgraded from third degree to first degree and will heal in a matter of days.
The work she is doing on his leg is nearly complete, and if it hadn't been for that, she might've stormed right out. But fate would have it, that she is yet again bound by her own moral code to continue helping this poor man in her care despite being genuinely fed up with him for one day, a day that has literally lasted for several actual days. Maybe after he's healthier and she's had some time to rest her mind, things will be better. Well that is most likely the truth of it.