I made Nagi show me the body
. He didn't want to, but I told him that I'd imagine worse, completely true. I'd gotten some images off only_won
, but people's memories can be unreliable, particularly in the emotional state he was in.
It really was the Ghost of Schuldig's Fatal Future in that high-tech fridge/casket. How the hell hadn't his Crawford noticed the dull, brittle hair and chapped lips? It's harder to tell much off corpse skin but that had probably suffered too. He fucking knew the rates and signs of decline!
I tried to be all cool and clinical, like how I bitched that the headshot might have pulverized and blown some important evidence out the back of his skull, but that was me
in there, burnt-out and dead and with a hole put through his head. At least his Crawford had closed his eyes. It was me
Nagi's people were going to autopsy and vivisect....
Eventually Nagi dragged me away to his office, and I really appreciated the comfort sex.
When I got back home, Brad had us watch some movie, I don't remember which, and drink, while he stroked my hair. Nagi had contacted him. I fell asleep with my head in his lap and woke up with a blanket on me and sleepy Brad bitching about his legs going dead. So I took advantage of where I was to wake him up more.
Comfort sex, but again it was more comfort for my partner than for me. Though by the end there's not much difference.
Brad called the healer
and said screw waiting until we get the implant out, he wants me healed now, even if it means that he has to pay again to have me healed again after the implant is taken out. Now that's what a Brad Crawford should be doing! Unfortunately, the healer said the implant would be too much of a problem and could block him so no go.
But Brad cares. It's sweet. And we have some new avenues of research to drive down.