I’m a veteran of things I don’t want to be

[inquisitor_lavellan]

When: Pre-RP game, back on Alley's world.
Warnings: Torture... for medical purposes.
Who: Cole, Alleyana, (NPC) The Iron Bull, (NPC) Varric Tethras

The Iron Bull was the only one available who both wouldn't flinch, and had the brute strength to make a clean break with the ball-pin hammer in his hand. He held Alleyana's wrist down against the table with one huge hand and whenever the healers told him to, he'd strike where they told him and snap a bone.

In between, the bone would be straightened, sorted out, and Varric would hold a vial of elfroot potion to Alley's lips for her to drink. Not for the bone; the healers had to tend that, but for the flesh that had been crushed between skin and bone.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, unbidden, and she buried her face in Varric's shoulder in between rounds of potion, trying to hide the reaction and muffle any sounds that tore their way free.

For his own part, Varric had grown progressively paler, and his hand shook when he lifted the latest vial of elfroot. "Are you sure we need to do the whole hand in one day?" he asked, queasy.

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Increasingly frantic suggestions of how to ease her pain through this ordeal rose and were discarded before he said them. Each would be ineffective or unwanted. She wouldn't accept unconsciousness or something more than the elfroot potion. The Iron Bull wished she had accepted the drinks. He was steady and calm, but he wished she had accepted the drinks.

"Drink when you can," Cole said, his distress at her pain clear in his voice. He wasn't about to leave however, she needed him. He could stand this, better than Varric could. He would be there to help her with the pain, even if only a small amount.

He held the elfroot potion up to her, ready for when she could move her head again and drink.

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Alley didn't even mean to, but her stumpy left arm came down against Cole's side, the elbow tucking behind the spirit in as close to a cling as she could manage. Cole was solid; was there. It helped.

She sucked in a breath and then lifted her tear-smeared face to drink from the vial, expression twisted with something mixed between agony and battle-rage. Pain made her want to lash out, which was why she couldn't take those drinks Bull had offered.

"Sorry," she set her head back down against Cole's shoulder once the vial was empty, "I know you're not a toucher. Shit, fingers are the worst."

And they'd been shattered so many times she couldn't even grip a quill.

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"It's fine. It helps you. I am here." Cole was still stiff, he didn't know how not to be. Whatever he felt about the half embrace, it didn't matter, it helped her. His awkwardness wasn't the concern.

"They've been hurt too much before. Broken, beaten, the smell of blood and it's hard to think through the pain. They didn't want you to leave, so they took your hands." Cole fell silent a moment, her sour memory playing itself in fragments through his mind. He already knew this one but it was hard to avoid now, while again her hands were smashed and reformed.

"I hope... You will be happy when they are healed. Helpful, holding without tremors. I hope."

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"I hope so too," Alley shuddered; the pain had spread through-out her whole body many breaks ago, but fingers really were the worst. "I have to stop him."

How having her hand as close to normal as possible was going to help with that, even she wasn't sure. But she knew she couldn't afford to do things with a single, half-functioning hand. It was a weakness she should have corrected years ago, on both of them, but she'd been a coward.

She couldn't afford to be one anymore. Solas had to be stopped... and saved.

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"We will stop him, help him, he needs the help. You need the help." Cole's voice was high and crackling with his concern. He cared so sharply for her and for their friend that threw himself head on into his own destruction. And the destruction of so much more.

"I will help, always," he went on, voice barely audible.

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"I know you will," Alley said against Cole's shoulder. "Thank you--"

She was cut off by another crack of a finger, and she muffled another scream into the quilted padding over his shoulder.

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"I'm here, I'm here," Cole muttered, wishing he could do more. Wishing this could go faster but no that wouldn't work either. His stomach squirmed, her screams muffled but still so sharp.

"You need rest, lots of rest, after this. They worry you won't." The human mage looked over at him briefly and sighed. Cole was, as always, spot on about their concerns.

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"No rest for the wicked," Alleyana quoted, muffled, nearly delirious from the pain.

She didn't like to rest, after she'd lost her arm. Sometimes she saw Solas, and didn't want to wake up. And that just made her not want to sleep, because she had to save him.

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"It's- it's a struggle to sleep but you must." When it came to this and who haunted her dreams, Cole's answers never seemed right. They didn't fit, they didn't heal. He wanted them to help but there was always another hurt waiting to take over whenever he helped ease one.

"I will find a way to help," he said in a sad whisper. She could barely think now, what he said could help little.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Okay," it was all Alley could think to say, before another bone was broken. This time, her narrowing vision closed in on her, and she fell into the darkness.

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And slumped against Cole, who was not the steadiest of supports. The healers weren't surprised, they expected this eventually. Impressed, they were impressed she went that long. It would easier, now, while she was unconscious, to finish this.

Cole would stay and hold her in place. He could help like this.