Watching, waiting, he was far from sure which one of the few white robed Sangheli were to again meet him, to meet him like a scientist would a lowly lab-rat
Watching, waiting, he was far from sure which one of the few white robed Sangheli were to again meet him, to meet him like a scientist would a lowly lab-rat. His body shivered, trembled and pained from the current mind-numbing symptoms he had been suffering since that fateful day. An all-too familiar emotion, an all-too clear shiver went up his spine, fear. He didn't want to be poked and prodded, to be examined like a package that could contain something horrific and disgusting to the souls of the Covenant. He didn't want to be pulled apart, limb from limb, organ from organ. He didn't recall being dissected, but it was only a matter of time before the Covenant deem him un-fit for service, and quietly have him 'relieved' of whatever shred of duty and honour he had carried from being found in a curled up position in a hell-hole...
Clutching his head, the male snarled a silent yet harsh snarl as he held his head, the pain in his chest and shoulder having touched his spine with the finger of sublime insanity and agony. Breathing heavily, he tried to concentrate, to step to the side, stepping away from the door, he let go of his head as the pain became once more placid, balled his fists and took several deep breaths, then steadied himself for that was which to come.
It was not long before he met a very welcome face, the door having taken a mere moment to open, but his mind felt the situation last a minute. A petite Sangheli, a little shorter than the disturbed male. Her skin, a soft light blue and dark grey patches, gave her a unique appearance. The lithe female wore white robes with a green sash, her clothes hung to her curves, making her appear quite the eye-catcher for males around. Though the fact that her brother, a rather large and very muscular Sangheli, would quiet easily beat down over-tentative males.
And instantly made him keep his eyes above her neck, usually locking dim green eyes with her own bright blue eyes.
"Erno 'Alcamee, do you remember me?" She gently asked. The soft wind chime-like voice of the female Sangheli was a breath of utter bliss in his private and tortuous hell. He had controlled his breathing, and tried to at least appear as though the agonising moments where his body felt like it would be torn apart and his mind rendered asunder, were long-past. He managed it quite well. But he knew better than to even idare/i to assume that the female was not one to understand empathy.
A few moments passed as Erno 'Alcamee stood, lowered his head to control his breathing, stop the bile from threatening to rise, then looked up, and tried a small smile. "...Yes..." He near-whispered to the female Sangheli, and received a few advancing hoof-falls as the feminine Sangheli strode into his private chambers.
At once he felt like retreating to hide under the covers, shut the world out, but knew this was utterly immature. Whence upon a young life, he was scared to near-death by doctors, he didn't know why, but he just was, no reason given or taken.
But at this age, he stood his ground, abielt slightly nervous of her, and terrified of losing control near her. He was responsible for every action and reaction he conducted and caused. She watched his posture, which much was obvious to Erno, that much was painstakingly normal. She was checking everything she could about him, without even doing much to appear to be doing so..
As if her searching eyes was a mere intrigue, or a compliment to his rather attractive form, no matter how scarred he was, females did occasionally look at him a little longer than they would normally... or so he thought. Maybe they saw the monster that was, orlived in him? Or maybe they just wanted to remain wary of him? He couldn't blame them.
She opened her mandibles to talk, but soon closed them, due to the now-present awkward silence. Erno didn't do anything more than look down, trying to keep his cool, in order to diffuse the bad start to the day. Yet soon, she was back in control, emotions put to the back of her mind as of now. "Erno, would you like to come with me? My friends wish to see you again. To see how your condition…has improved." She also cooed to him, whether she thought him so traumatised that basic speech and adult behaviour was truly decimated or not, was rather difficult to tell. At least from 'Alcamee's point of view.
She had chosen her words very wisely, for she knew how un-settled the Special Operations male was currently, the occasional twitch of his torso meant that he was trying, with great yet subtle effort, to control his shivering, a nervous-system based wound caused this, by her knowledge.
Erno 'Alcamee hung his head again, but soon picked himself up from his self-conscious situation, and slowly nodded to her, trying, at least, to show he was willing to stay alive, not to give in. Even though, for him, the future was bleak and he was blind to good fortunes to be found, whether by godless assistance or half hearted divine powers, he saw very little to look forward to, that much was obvious in his reluctant footsteps towards the door.