Do you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need?

[sympathyforblue]

Who: Megamind (notpredictable ) and Ark (sympathyforblue )
What: After Roxanne escapes from the lair, Megamind gives into his guilt and patches Ark up.
Where: Evil Lair


Between the two of them, Megamind and Miss Ritchi had actually managed to knock Ark out. He had laid splayed out on the floor of the lair for a good ten minutes before he started to come back to consciousness and when he did, he almost wished he hadn't; his broken hand seemed to pulse with pain, enough to make even him - with his heightened pain tolerance inherited from his original - feel sick from the intensity of it. Of course, his entire head, especially his nose, seemed to have been attacked by hammers - or, at least, what he imagined that would be like - making thinking beyond the most basic level impossible.

Even basic thought, though, told him he shouldn't have woken up. He had been unconscious, for the love of science; what the hell had stopped his original and Miss Ritchi finishing the job off? Had they gotten squeamish? It wouldn't surprise him, but he knew neither of them were too squeamish to at least tie him up. Was he tied up? No, a quick - and painful - wriggle of his extremities told him he was free.

It made no sense and given that he was in too much pain to so much as open his eyes at this precise moment - if he wasn't already dead or bound, he supposed there was no immediate danger - he couldn't assess the situation for himself.

Ark did know one thing, though; he despised mysteries.

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[notpredictable]

His hands were still shaking, and that made creating the right solvent for antibacterial disinfection incredibly difficult.
 
Megamind kept quite the stock of medical supplies on hand – he was very, very used to being injured in battles and confrontations with Metro Man, so it wasn’t as if he was lacking in rubbing alcohol and gauze.
 
It was more advanced treatments and equipment that Megamind didn’t have access to.
 
So he was improvising.
 
Unsuccessfully, he might add.
 
Peroxide fizzed over the top of a test tube and he swore under his breath, desperately mopping up the excess before it crept too close to more vital instruments and paperwork on the small desk in his room. After Miss Ritchi had left – and stolen his car while she was at it – he had gently picked Ark up and carried him back to his bedroom where he’d begun the tedious task of patching him up.
 
Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and Megamind turned, supporting his weight on the table before weakly speaking.
 
“Try not to move.”
 
As quickly as he was able, he snatched a clean cloth and hurried into the adjoining bathroom, running it under warm water before sprinting back into the bedroom to gently dab the blood off Ark’s face.