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[The communicator flickers on and a dark room is shown save for a small light that seems to be coming from the corner of the room. It sheds just enough to see that there's a figure splayed out on its back, a shock of white hair appearing immediately in the view of the screen.

It's relatively peaceful looking enough; just the average rise and fall of the chest and people could immediately dismiss it as nothing more than an accidental broadcast of someone sleeping. But suddenly there's a jolt and the body shifts to the side, and begins murmuring. The voice is clearly male.]

Stop...No....Won't do it...Make it stop.

[His hands reach for the back of his neck, clutching at it as if it hurts.] Blood, so much blood. [He rolls to the other side, revealing the bandages that wind the length of his neck.]

Get away - no! Don't...don't fucking come near me! [His body bucks and he's clawing at the back of his neck now - tearing away at the bandages that are wrapped there. Soon enough, they're unraveling and showing the metal fused to his skin but the camera jolts as he bucks again. There's a sudden snarl as his grip moves to his head.] Ack...Ah....Don't....to...uch...me!

Make it fucking stop!

[And suddenly there's movement, and a flash of metal across the screen. Before anyone can comprehend what's happening there's a bang, a flash of light and the communicator is jolted from its place. It no longer shows its owner - it instead shows a frightened bundle of blankets, blonde hair and wings that belong to Nill and the muzzle of a gun. Smoke spirals lazily from the hole in the wall dangerously close to where her head had been. There's shaky intakes of breath from Heine and the gun clatters to the floor. It takes him a moment but he finally wheezes out a single word.]

Lily.

[The feed ends abruptly.]

[ooc: Nill may be replying to replies for Heine via his communicator as he isn't really in a state to talk/reply to anything!]

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[His yelling had woken her, to be honest. But it was common enough when he did sleep that she hadn't thought much of it. Sometimes she would wait until he stopped on his own, sometimes she would get up and sit near him, hold his hand and stroke his hair. That seemed to help. But tonight was a waiting night--at least until he started tearing at his bandages. Then she knew that lying there wouldn't do any good and she should probably get up.

Bang.

If she hadn't already been halfway to sitting up, she'd have been dead. The stench of gunpowder and heat stings her nose and her ears are ringing. The gun had been so close, even across the room. She's disoriented, still trying to process what's happened. Heine had almost shot her. Not on purpose, of course, but the sudden shock of I could have died sets in slowly. And then she's shaking uncontrollably, not able to force herself to move for a good thirty seconds.

But once she does untangle herself from the blanket she's nearly running across the room, the too-long t-shirt she used as a night gown sticking to her from the sudden cold sweat that had broken out over her body. It's uncomfortable and makes her feel clammy, but no, Heine needed her now, there wasn't time to think about her own discomfort. A few feathers drop on the ground on the way, and she stops beside his bed, not sure what to do.

Don't touch me. It was so clear in her head, just like the first time they'd met. She should have listened to his unconscious wishes, but it's impossible. So she just reaches out, tries to lay a hand on his arm, gauging how he would take it. This sort of situation was delicate (but it had never happened so how could she know, he'd never hurt her, not even come this close before), and she had to act slowly, cautiously. Because no matter how much she cared about him and wanted to make him feel better, she knew that one wrong move right now would mean he'd tear her limb from limb, just like he had Lily.]

[Heine is seated on the edge of the bed, bent over, head in hands. It still hasn't quite registered that he almost shot Nill. But not just that, almost killed Nill. His entire body is still shaking and a cold sweat drenches his body and he's doing all he can to try and get rid of the phantom images of his past and the one blonde that won't stop dancing in and out of them.

She flickers in - with an innocent smile one instant and then covered bloody and dead the next - and he can't stop it. He can't.

The nightmares are nothing new. The muttering is nothing new either. He's had them for as long as he can remember ever since the incident had occurred that he almost expects them every time he closes his eyes. Some nights are worse than others but this had to be one of the worst ones. Angelika's haunting laugh still rings in his ears and he swears he can still feel the blood on his hands and taste it in his mouth.

He doesn't snap back to reality until Nill's hand nears him. His senses are heightened when he's like this but then his reality becomes warped, it's kind of a weird sensation but regardless once she nears his eyes widen and he rears back, pressing himself against the wall next to his bed. He pulls his knees in, his teeth are bared because he can't help himself. Heine knows it's Nill but he sees a flickering image of Lily and Angelika and he can't be there.]

Don't. Don't!

[She can't help it: she flinches away. Not because she's frightened of him, oh no. Heine had killed men in front of her, nearly choked one of the twins to death in front of her. But he'd never scared her. He was just broken and hurt like she was, just needed time to heal. Or forget. Push it all down until it couldn't see the light of day.

Nill's arm drops back to her side and she just stands there for a few moments, sad and lost. What should she do? She couldn't touch him, he wouldn't let her. She knew that pushing the envelope would end in nothing but disaster. He needed to calm down on his own, to come back to reality and see that it was just her, just Nill, so she could hold him and smooth his hair, wish she could say something comforting but only be able to show it with her face and hands.

She backs up. One step, two, and then she's sitting on the floor beside her bed, back pressed to the mattress, knees pulled up to her chest in a mimic of his position. She does her best to keep her expression calm, to not let anything negative slip through. Not let him see how painful it was to see him this way, to not be able to help. She still can't hear all that well, the ringing still there in her head, and she has to squint against the gloom to really see him. But she'll wait for as long as it takes.]

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