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[quote][b]Asmodeus (Dec 05, 2001 07:11 p.m.):[/b] He took her response as affirmative, and kissed her forehead before pulling away. Whatever his decision finally became, Katera needed care now, and he didn't give a damn about missing an appointment. Not even that one. The small bathing chamber yielded everything he needed. His past experience had made him a most careful man; he had more than a simple first aid kit available to him here, should he ever require it. Soft cloths, gauze, antiseptics, mild painkillers and disposable ice packs and heating pads in thin cellophane arranged themselves on the counter. He had everything here; the surgery supplies were farther back and half-hidden, but they were complete. Faith in the enduring state of his world was not something he had great quantities of. When it came to essentials - what he deemed essentials - Mode left very little to chance. He gathered what he needed and returned to the bed, kneeling beside it and prompting a battalion of memories. How many times in that short, violent stay at Command School had he tended her wounds? Two? Three? He could not remember, and was grateful. [i]Kat, I'm so sorry. I should have stayed. I should have taken you with me.[/i] The uniform wasn't complicated, and she was pliable. The last time, she'd had no choice; she'd been too badly injured move on her own. This time that wasn't required. Trust had replaced necessity. Bruises, cuts, carpet burn. Her father had been most unkind, but against the network of scars that interrupted the smooth skin at irregular intervals her current injuries were negligible. He catalogued everything as he treated it, applied chemicals and implements. For anyone else, it would have rated two days in the infirmary, at least. For Katera, it was minor damage. He worked as quickly as he could, kissed her when she seemed to need it, and then glanced at the clock. Four minutes. They would be late, surely, even if they went now. [i]It would be best to wait. How can I ask her to do this [/i]now[i]? I'll cancel it. It will wait a week.[/i] The desk was so far away. Leaving her side long enough to get it and bring it to the bed, he set it down next to her and pulled up the messaging system. His fingers were slow, recalcitrant, and he finally shoved the desk aside and took her in his arms instead. Her eyes were luminous, catching the little light there was in the room, collecting it, hoarding it. He kissed the scar on her cheek, he kissed her mouth, her neck. When he spoke, his voice was low and intense, his face millimeters from her own. "I love you, Kitten." He pressed his cheek to hers as she had done before, put his lips to her ear. "Marry me. Tonight. Now." The nearly whispered words sounded strange, desperate, even to his own ears.[/quote]
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