Jun. 6th, 2012


Jun. 6th, 2012 06:32 pm
nuadasvengence: (nuada is not amused)
June 7

Nuada allowed his fear feed his rage. His rage he directed equally to the jailors and himself. Bashir was gone. His eyes had deepened to a dark orange with the anger.

He'd checked on the good doctor after having missed him at the gathering. Partly to complain that if HE had to attend Bashir could have at least made an appearance. The doctor's wound was healing, but not as it should, resulting in reopening the stitches and sterilizing the enflamed area adding a drain. Bashir wasn't comfortable attending.

He'd been withdrawn a bit since then. Nuada was not one to force another to talk. He just checked on the man who could become a friend.

This morning he was gone. At first Nuada had thought he was out, so he checked the lab, then every other place Bashir was known to frequent.

Then Nuada had searched, with and without help, every accessible section of the station. The Mouse had reported all access ways were clear, up to the point where even the Vents and maintenance ways cut them off from the locked down sections of the station.

They had to find a way to get into those sections. Their fellows may be held there, hopefully alive.

Bashir was gone and beyond reach at the moment. No wonder he had failed to save his people. He couldn't even save an individual.

Unable to even contemplate sleeping Nuada went to the sparring room with the equipment. Punching bags, dummies, and other such paraphernalia.

He did not tape his knuckles before he started at a large punching bag. He needed to beat something, and he needed to feel the pain. Fists, elbows, knees, kicks, the impact was numbing for now. But it could not numb inside.


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