Just the thought of our bed
Makes me crumble like the plaster
When you punch the wall beside my head.
Desmond woke to a warm, irony scent in his nose and a sticky sensation under his cheek. He jolted upright, hands flying to his face and coming away bloody.
Apparently, coming out of the animus too fast was like coming up from the ocean too fast. His eardrums had popped, leaving a high pitched keening noise in his left ear and small trickles of blood trailing down the side of his face. His nose bled, too.
Let's make his eyes bleed, just to top it all off!
Lucy and Rebecca came in as he was turning to stare at his no longer white pillow, Shaun trailing lazily after them. Lucy put her hands to her mouth in shock whilst Rebecca laughed quietly in her palms.
"My god! Desmond, what happened?" Lucy whispered hoarsely, not wanting to damage his sensitive ears anymore than they already were.
Desmond turned, wiping his nose and lips off on his white sweatshirt. There were a lot of white things around there.
"I dunno," he rasped, wincing at the ring in his ears. "I just woke up. Hell if I know anything."
"The blood pressure after just jolting out of the Animus has the same affect for the divers. Ya know, go up to fast and you explode," Shaun stated quite loudly, making Desmond wince and gingerly put his hands over his ears. Shaun smirked, and flicked his fingers.
"Pop, pop, pop. Does it hurt, Dessy?"
"Up yours Shaun!" Desmond grated, glaring at Shaun from out under his eyelashes. Shaun leaned back and crossed his arms, his smirk smug and pleased.
"Well, I'll go get a rag. Rebecca, start up the Animus. We won't send Desmond in, but we can look over files and data to point out some glyphs."
As Lucy retreated and Rebecca went over to her desk, Shaun took the liberty of dropping down onto the bed beside Desmond, flicking his eyebrows upward and grinning roguishly.
"Though getting out of the Animus all too fast doesn't explain the nose-bleed," he muttered under his breath, looking over Desmond's still leaking nose. The Novice Assassin turned away.
"What were you dreaming about, eh?"
"None of your damn business. Who are you now, my damn Shrink?"
"Dreamin' about me?"
When Lucy came back with a wet towel, she found Desmond cradling his face in his palms and Shaun writhing on the floor, blood seeping from his nose between his fingers.
"My god! What is with your people's blood pressure!"
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derp.