Ow my aching... everything. [Incomplete]

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WHO: Robin III, Mamori.
WHERE: The Clocktower.
WHEN: March 2nd.
WARNINGS: BOOBS i mean nothing.
SUMMARY: Tim is not normally a fan of supernatural healing, but given the current chaos, he can't afford to be out of action as long as it'll take him to heal normally. So he's asked Mamori to drop by and heal him up... without uh, telling her that he was tortured, so that's great. Good job, Tim.
FORMAT: Quickpara idk.


Tim carefully made his way out of his bedroom in the Tower so that he could meet Mamori in the main room, even though it was kind of painful to walk. He was fairly glad his legs were agreeing to hold his weight, honestly, after the beating he'd received in the past couple of days.

His injuries were dressed and bandaged for the most part, though the bruising was still obvious in places, and most immediately noticeable on his face, which hadn't been spared. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt to hide the rest of it, though he expected to have to remove it to let Mamori treat him. He'd have to wait and see - and waiting was what he was going to do now, sitting down on the couch and just... staying still for the moment.

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She'd rushed, naturally.

Sometimes she really wished she had an ambulance for these sorts of things, but as it was, she had to make do with public transportation and her feet.

When she finally got to the main room of the Tower, completely out of breath from running, she stalled, eyes going wide.

"What on earth happened to you?!" she exclaimed, dropping to her knees beside him and looking up, eyes lit up with concern.

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Tim smiled sheepishly - it seemed like all the healers here were the same kind of wide-eyed, sincere people, at least at first glance. First Yanagi, then Amelia, and now... he really needed to stop worrying girls like them.

"Locked up for a week by a guy with a really bad temper." It was a blase summary, but not entirely dishonest - at least half the injuries were from the beating he'd received for trying to escape, those bruises and cuts a few days old compared to the fresher ones from yesterday.

He'd really prefer not to mention the electrocution near the beginning of the week, and probably, she wouldn't be able to tell it had happened, since it'd been the kind geared to make him convulse with pain rather than cause lasting damage.

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If they were, Mamori hadn't noticed, though she certainly fit the bill of the typical trusting, kind person who simply wanted to make the world a better place.

Which, in this case, simply seemed rather necessary just from looking at him.

"H-how, I don't understand, how could... how could anyone do this to you?! How did you escape? I don't--"

She cut herself off, though, blinking up at him for a moment before letting her gaze fall. "I'm sorry. It isn't my place to ask. Here, just-- give me your hand," she said, holding out her own to him.

IT'S OKAY sometimes LJ just does that, also I fail at getting notifs.

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Tim smiled faintly, apologetically, as he held out his hand. "It's alright. I know I look - pretty bad. I don't know why he did this, or why he chose me specifically - it could have just been an opportunity thing, because I was obviously a hero, or anything else." He had to consider all the possibilities, but he could keep the more personal ones to himself.

"I escaped because my friends rescued me. I knew they would, so... I was able to hold on." Though it had gotten close, near the end, the despair setting in like the darkness of his cell.