He raises his head from the pilow it was lain into, his hair still dripping.
Wind - Yeah, come on in.
He dropped his head back down into the pillow after his words. Mia grasps onto his door knob, and with a firm twist she prods the door open, letting herself in.
Mia - Hey there cowboy...
He turned his head while barely even moving to look towards Mia...
Wind - Howdaye there...
She approaches him, laying her bag down at the base of his bed.
Mia - Are you alright?
Wind - Mmhmm.....Jus a bit tired...What 'bout you? You alright?
Mia - I'm fine..just fine. Can I...have a look at your shoulder there?
Wind - Hmm.....How ya' need me? Sittin' up, layin' down?
Mia - Sitting up would be great.
He placed both hands down firmly against the bed to push him on around, placing his feet off of the bed and sitting up beside her. She pulls out gloves from her bag she slips them on, noticing that his wound was already mostly cleaned out from his shower.
Mia - It doesn't look too bad...
She dabs a cotton ball in alcohol and begins cleaning his wound to prevent a possible infection. To her luck the bullet had gone straight through--and it would've been hell trying to pull the thing out. She climbs up onto his bed to get to his back, on the otherside of his wound. After finishing cleaning the rest of his shoulder up, she pulled out wrapping bandages, and wrapped the corresponding sides of his wound.
Mia - There we go...
Wind - Mia....I'm sorry 'bout what all went on...
While pulling her gloves off and cleaning up she tosses everything in
her bag and off the bed, still sitting up behind him
Mia - It's not your fault...I should'nt have gone off on my own like that.
Wind - I shoulda' had a better watch on the area.....I never expected them to hit this close to home. But....when I found out that you were gone....I lost it...
She slid her arms around his neck from behind him, whispering back at him softly.
Mia - It's okay...everything's okay now...
Wind - Is it though....? This...anger.....It jus' built up.....
Mia - It's okay...it happens
He reaches one of his hands down to place over her own.
Wind - Mia, do you know anything 'bout my dad.......Derek?
Mia - I can't say that I do...
Wind - They say i'm a clone of him....But....it can't be...
Mia - Clones are genetic replicas. Although they are identical...two clones of the same person are never alike.
Wind - I.....Dunno anymore....
Her fingertips trailed up his neck, lightly scratching at the back of it in a comforting manner. He leans his head forwards to lull as his eyes close....
Wind - What should I do...?
Mia - What can you do?
Wind - That's the thing....I jus' don't know! I mean....how should I pursue this?!? I thought I was in a damn prison......but what if it wasn't a prison...?
She slides her arms away from him for a moment, shifting her body to sit next to him.
Mia - Why would it matter? And how would that affect you now?
Wind - I dunno...I mean, I want to know who I really am...But...is it worth go'in through all that..?
Mia - You need to ask yourself...if you ever do find out, how would effect the person you are now?
Wind - Would it matter? What if i'm exactly what Kiyoshi thinks he is....a puppet...?
Mia - If you were a puppet, what would they use you for? And what task is so arduous that they had to clone Derek himself to get the job done?
Wind - He was a great man....Or was he? I don't know, that's the point! What if all of this is jus' implanted?!?
She shifts her glance to the ground under her feet, at a lost for words.
Mia - I...I don't know.
Wind - Look....I'm sorry....I shouldn't be tellin' you all of this...
Mia - Naw, it's okay. Sometimes it's better to talk about it rather then keep it all in.
He leans back atop the bed, moving his hands back, interlocking the fingers behind his head as he stares upwards to the ceiling...'If he indeed was a clone,' she thought to herself,'He was a pretty darn good-looking one.' She tried not to look at his half-naked form for too long, her eyes trying to find something else to look at.
Wind - Bleh....We're go'in to earth..
Mia - Oh yeah?
A look of excitement crossed her face as she listened to him.
Wind - Mmhmm....
Mia - What's on Earth?
She asks while twisting around to lay on her stomach, propping herself with her elbows next to him. He looked over towards her as he lightly arched a brow...
Wind - I dunno.....Some fragment of a home...? What's on earth for you?
Mia - Old friends, old home, just...my past.
Wind - Hmm...I guess....i'll go to the old house....
Mia - Where's this?
Wind - I dunno.....Somethin' tells me i'll find it...
Mia - It's been a while...I wonder if anything's changed much since I left.
He reaches upwards to run a hand through his hair as he closes his eyes...
Wind - A while.....maybe more....maybe some place that i've never been...
He opens his eyes once more as he turns over on his side to face her...
Wind - I guess i'ma go stay by myself..Nothin' better to do...Definantly gotta' keep the ship under wraps if we can....I dunno if they'd accept us too well.
She raises an eyebrow at him questioningly.
Mia - You're going alone?
Wind - Everyone's got their own lives.....I don't plan to intrude.
Her expression shifts to a worried one as she speaks to him.
Mia - Do you want me to go with you?
Wind - No, you've got your own business to handle.
She lays her arms out, crossing them before her as she rests her head on top of them.
Mia - It's not much. I really don't have anything to go back to. And I've told you already...remember? I'm not leaving your side...
She keeps her eyes locked onto his own.
Wind - Heh...I really don't even know what i'ma be do'in.....I heard somethin' 'bout a tournament...maybe i'll check it out..If you wanna' come with me, I aint gonna' say ya' aint welcome..
She remembers receiving information about a tournament on earth that required medics on site.
Mia - Are you entering...?
Wind - I guess I might....Jus' depends on what it's like. I mean, people these days do some crazy shit....It might be a big trap.
OOC: I'll finish this when I get back. x.x
Oº°‘¨The Southern Wind¨‘°ºO
(¯`·._)The Concrete Cowboy(_.·`¯)

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