The Forgotten Zodiac

Michael leaned forward, staring at Werr's shoulder in fascination. "That is nasty." He said, completely absorbed in this medical procedjure.

((Spelling fail.))

((Procedure? :T))

"Gee, thanks." Werr grumbled unhappily. Pain made him grumpy, obviously. Not that he wasn't usually grumpy anyways. Vrach ignored them and continued.

((Probably.))

"What? It's incredibly interesting." He looked at Vrach, this time not trying to find  a way to bother him. "What's that white stuff?"

((That's how it's spelled. Procedure. I know it is.))

"Pus. White blood cells attacking infection is cause." Vrach explained. "Werr is simple-minded. Only knows that he is feeling the pain, does not care to know why he feels it."

"That's what we had you for," Werr grumbled.

"Had. Past tense." Vrach noted bluntly. "I am here, I am not gone, am I? You are one who left."

((Well, you'd be better at this than me.))

"Mmm, nice." Michael continued watching, more interested in the medical work than the conversation between Vrach and Werr, though he was storing that away in his head as well. "So what did you leave now? Something interesting, by the sound of it."

((How so?))

"Don't ask, don't tell." Werr frowned. "You'd be better off not knowing, Michael. Trust me."

"Not interesting. Busy, but not interesting." Vrach said at the same time.

"Nothing you need to know about," Mayla said from across the room in perfect unison.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, then Werr spoke again. "Don't go poking around either, Michael. You'll get yourself killed." Vrach finished up with the stitches on Werr's right shoulder, moving to the bullet wound.

"Um, Michael, the dinner is ready..." Sylas said from the kitchen. "Malya, may I sit and eat?"

"You may. Thank you for asking." Malya smiled and nodded.

((I'm bad at spelling.))

"Well, that's awkward. What are all of you, secrectly the same person?" He rolled his eyes and stood up, heading for the kitchen to eat something. "Don't worry, I won't. It can hardly be that interesting if even Vrach here doesn't think it wasn't." He took a bowl and fork from the counter and filled the bowl with spagheti, then began eating without sitting down. That way he didn't have to ask Malya for anything. How he loved loopholes.

((I am too. Honest.))

"No. Nice guess, though." Werr shook his head. Vrach and Malya decided to say nothing more. Sylas sat and blinked at Michael, but decided to keep quiet as well. Subject and Quinn were still unconscious, so of course, they couldn't say anything.

"Um...should we save some for Subject and Quinn?" Sylas asked, blinking.

((You're better than I am, clearly.))

Michael shook his head. "We can eat what we want, we probably won't eat all of it, and if we do... That'll be sad." He shrugged and started eating. "This is good. Save this recipe, Sylas. It's rather delicious. Of course, it was a good guess, Werr. If it wasn't, I probably would have kept my mouth shut. Probably."

((Well, I can tell when a word is incorrect, but I don't know how to fix it sometimes. So I use spellcheck sometimes. -shame-))

"I did not use a recipe." Sylas blinked. "I will remember that you like it, though."

"Whatever," Werr stood and stretched his legs a bit when Vrach was done.

"Anyone else?" Vrach asked, standing up and moving to the sink to wash his hands.

((PFFF. I use spellcheck always. This should have spellcheck. That would be great.))

Michael shook his head. "Sylas, I mean save however you made it in your head. No, Vrach, I don't think there's anyone else who is hurt. Not unless you're hurt. That would be interesting though. Watching you fix yourself, I mean."

((It does. Right click, you'll see it. If you're running Firefox, that is. I don't know about Chrome, and Internet Explorer doesn't have spellcheck, as far as I know.))

"Oh. Okay, I will." Sylas nodded.

"I've performed surgery on myself." Vrach said simply. "Tumors in arm. I removed them myself. Malya, may I sit?" He asked. Malya nodded, and Vrach sat down and served himself some of the spaghetti.

((It just won't work for here. It works in cbox, but not for Chrome, apparently.))

Michael nodded back and continued eating his spaghetti. "Is Quinn going to wake up anytime soon? Her sleeping forever isn't very useful at all."

((Hm. Lame Chrome.))

"Probably not. She had major surgery, she should not even stir until morning." Vrach said, though he was well aware that morning was only a few hours away by now. "I will remove the IV after eating, though. So she will wake sooner. If you want."

Michael shrugged. "If she needs to wake up, fine. If it's better for her to stay asleep, leave her asleep. I don't care, I was just wondering." He finished eating and refilled his bowl. He'd been quite hungry.

"You should make choices faster." Vrach tutted. "And make choices clear. It is best for her to sleep, right now." He was also eating pretty quickly, but it wasn't that he was hungry, this stuff was actually quite delicious. "Your friend is very good cook, though."

"Ahh!" Subject suddenly fell out of his chair, landing on the floor. "Ouch..." He climbed to his feet, feeling his chest. It didn't hurt as much anymore. Even though he had fallen over, it didn't hurt much. Thank goodness for that.

Michael looked at Subject curiously. "Having a fit over there, Subject? What is wrong with you?" He rolled his eyes at Vrach and continued eating.

Tyler ran into the room and ran up to Sylas, staring up at him adorably. "Sylas? Will you get me some noodles, please?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, sure." Sylas nodded, getting a plate and serving up some spaghetti. He set the plate down in front of one of the chairs, smiling.

"Nightmares. Sorry." Subject brushed himself off and moved over to the table. "Spaghetti? Awesome! Can I have some? Who made it?"

"Thank you, Sylas." Tyler cheerfully climbed up into his chair, oblivious to Malya's rule about asking. "Sylas made it, silly Subject." He frowned. "Subject is not a good name. It's to long. Can I call you Sub? I like that name better."

((Oh dear. Now Malya's going to ignore both Tyler AND Subject. xDDD

SILENTTREATMENTLULZ))

"Huh? Oh, I don't mind being called Sub. But don't call me Sub Sandwitch, that's just mean. And longer than Subject." He nodded, laughing a bit as he sat down as well. He served himself a plate and took a few bites. "This is delicious! Good job, Sylas!" He smiled widely.