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after the protests start

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To: JMcGinty [@] Freenet
From: BestPilot [@] Freenet

All right. I'm dressed up a bit, Demiard, since I'm going down for a talk at the university later, but I'll go down and get a blood sample with your doctors. Apparently this has something to do with that Montechristeu guy. Moore was worried sick about him. Bad case of - you know - he's not dying, but he's not well, and he wants to pretend he's okay.

Not that I blame him. From what she said, his arrest wasn't benign neglect at all. Man's inhumanity to man or - something. I need to vent at you about it. Sometime. When you're not freshly shot.

Either way, I'll meet up with you, and buy you something to munch on while we head over, and you can make sure I eat something afterwards. Maybe we'll meet your boyfriend. You did ask him, right?

You can't just coast on forever, James. If he's that important to you, maybe you should ask.

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"I can work around them or go from the other arm if that's better." Combeferre is saying, getting a look now. He really doesn't want to make a bruise hurt more by, you know, sucking blood out of it or anything.

"Pretty much that with the two of them also." he agrees, then peers at the burn. "Yavanite? Is that recent or...we don't see much of its effects out here."

Mervin absently pokes it before rolling up his other sleeve. There's an older burn near his wrist that's almost invisible in daylight. "Yeah. The yavanite gets pretty hot when it's activated, so you can accidentally get burns. The glow fades after a while."

He cups his hand to show the faint dot on the other wrist. "Like that. It's fairly safe? I mean, no worse than other burns. Breathing dust or getting it in your bloodstream will wreck you a lot faster." There are some places that actually used glow burns for fashion. Incans thought it was a bad idea. Then again, they had the sun breathers, so they had good reason for finding it dubious. "I can ramble about it a bit? I've been working with yavanite engines since I was young. Or there's Tom. I think you guys ran into him."

"Any chance of me hurting you if I do anything wrong?" Combeferre's more concerned about that, honestly. He's planning on not re-using the needle he's got prepped, even if people tell him that's kind of wasteful and it's why he ends up going through so many supplies. There've been a few theories about blood and cross contamination that have come up with some visiting professors at the medical school and, well, he's not going to risk it if it can be helped. If he was doing SUTURES, that might be different, a litt le, but even then, that would have to be one of those stop gap middle of nowhere with limited supplies measures.

"That's kind of fascinating." Combeferre leans in for a better look. "Sorry, I'm being a little rude. I've just never actually seen what it looks like before. And, of course, Enjolras couldn't come home with THAT kind of injury," It's clearly meant ironically and not seriously at all, at least. "I did meet him, yeah. At the cafe after our rally that wasn't. He reminds me of one of my best friends."

"Really? He and I are a bit - he's the guy you invite to meet your auntie, and I'm the one you ask to come to the back door kind of thing." Mervin holds out his left arm, since it's a bit less bruised. "I think they're both fine, but let's try this one. I'll talk your head off, because otherwise I'll fidget."

Since he knows how he is. "I think the one on my wrist is about two months old? And the other one is - a week. I think. Burn's healed, but it's still a bit touchy. You're lucky. The one on my leg's healed up. That one got near enough to light up some veins."

"That was horrifying. Wasn't that when Darius was steaming cores to make engines blow and you had one go off and burn through your trousers?" James probably shouldn't be speaking up, but - he does remember that. "You had a bad fever while that was healing. Tom threatened to take you to the hospital again."

"But I was a bit hot legally at the time for that. I was all right in the end," Mervin says. "Young and stupid. And lucky."

"It...veins..." Combeferre blinks, in horrified fascination. It's the kind of thing you have to just stare at hearing because you can't possibly DO anything else. It's like the horror stories people sometimes come in to tell when you get around to talking about differential diagnosis during the phase of your internship when they try to get you interested in various careers once you're finished with your sentence being everyone's favorite lackey. Well, in theory. Combeferre's own internship's been a little different due to everything keeping them busy, and the Necker being what it is, but still.

"I can see where you WOULD want to take someone to one of those, being stuck full of that." Combeferre's shaking his head a little, in wonder. "Really, if you're close and legally stuck, you can call. We've all been stupid and lucky, I think."

"Hear hear," R raises his hand from where he's sprawling over a chair now. "But it works."

"Vein glow usually means it's -" James trails off looking at his cousin. "That'd mean you got enough of a burn to have the glow spread?"

"Or shrapnel or dust hitting open skin. Not hard in an explosive situation like that. And the school got me bandaged and checked it over in a dark room to see how bad I was. I think someone's still got photos of my leg as part of the criminal complaints. I doubt you'd see anything cool now." Mervin eyes Combeferre cautiously. "I'm a bit - uh - gallows humor, I guess? Sorry. I started working with yavanite when I was twelve."

"Eleven," James says. "That's when you got in the flight school."

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