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(Setting this like a day or two after the infirmary thread, but that's still open for interested people too.)
There wasn't a knock at Dr. Gavyns' door so much as a soft whud, as if someone was walking up to it and then leaned against it. To support themselves? To rest? To brace for a knock? Probably irrelevant.
« Last Edit: Nov 14, 2015 17:50:40 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
Aaron had been told he could leave the infirmary and go back to his pod, but that they'd really rather he rest for a few more days. And get checked up by the counsellor, what with everything that happened. Everything he'd seen. Make sure his head's in the right place when it's time to go back for duty - whenever they decided that was.
He didn't like the thought of somebody else telling him when he could do his job again, but hey. He understands the idea behind it.
"It's me, Aaron Silverman?" He feels awkward talking to a door, but it'd be rude to just walk in. "I think Dr. Husher sent you a note I was coming, told me to report here when I left the infirmary."
It would be an exaggeration to call what he was doing limping, but he's definitely favouring the leg a little. They'd fixed him up just fine, but the area the chair leg had gone through is still a little weak, still tender. Letting his body readjust and get used to being whole again was part of why they said not to do anything strenuous for a few days.
He only doesn't let himself in because he thinks that would be rude.
Aaron had already stepped back from the door before she started to open it, but lets her open it all the way before he steps in, giving her a nod and a smile.
"Thanks for seeing me on such short notice, Dr. Gavyns. They were pretty insistent I come up here as soon as I could."
Frankly, the head doc looked like she was going to drag him up to the counsellor's office by the ear if he tried to put it off.
« Last Edit: Nov 14, 2015 18:45:24 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
He doesn't know what kinds the doctor has on hand, so he's willing to let her pick. He remains standing until such time as he's prompted to sit, but she might notice him idly rubbing the spot where the chair leg impaled him. He doesn't seem to know he's doing it. At least the tea offer got a genuine smile from him, though.
Oh, this is one he's never had before. He looks forwards to trying it.
"Thank you, Doctor."
He sits down carefully on one of the sofas, letting himself sink into it and being gentle on the left leg. It can deal with the stress, he's not exactly doing squats or smacking it with a bat or anything, but it's an instinctive caution after the injury.
He isn't sure where to start though, so he takes a sip of tea, runs the taste in his mouth, and mulls over the thoughts in his head.
"Well, I'm sure you heard the news of what happened at that school, Dr. Husher said she wasn't comfortable letting me resume agent duties - training, going on missions, that kind of thing - until you'd had a look and decided I was fit to do it again."
Which is reasonable. He just always feels a little awkward doing these things, as evidenced by the fact he just sort of sits there for a second. "Uh. Sorry, Doctor, but whenever I do evaluations like this I'm not sure where to begin."
Especially since there was so much on his mind it's pretty much all static.
It's appreciated, because it gives Aaron some starting momentum!
"It's only just occurring to me that I almost died in there. I knew, on an abstract level, that I was taking a big risk with this job but I've never had it stare me right in the face like that. When it happened I was in shock, working on instinct, it didn't really hit me. Then I was walking up here, and there was a part of my brain that started yelling at me, 'oh my God, I almost died!' If I was standing where Miranda'd been..."
He takes another sip and sits back, closing his eyes. "I should have led the team better. I didn't keep Angel in line and he caused a huge brawl that made the situation worse; I didn't back up Miranda enough, and she got blown up. There were bits of her all over me, all over some of the kids."
Aaron goes pale and says the last bit like he's about to throw up, but it doesn't look like he's gonna be sick. Just needs a second.
That barely makes sense, but whatever. "I feel like if I led the team better, if I'd been faster with my shields, if I'd done more about the bomb lady, maybe we'd all be alive now. But I know as it stood there was no chance to react, if I'd hesitated, lost focus for even a second, those kids would've died. Even if I feel like I should've at least tried to shield her too."
"Not much of a choice, is it? I just reacted the way I knew to do, I was fighting the giant so I already had a bunch of darkness to use. Those kids, they wouldn't've had a chance..."
He takes a breath, to force some composure back into himself. "I know it sounds cliché, but it just keeps playing in my head over and over and over. And I feel like a coward for it, because it's not about me, but even though Mom and Dad made sure I knew what I was getting into if I became an agent I can't stop thinking about how close it was to all being over. Maybe because it's fresh in my mind, but it's like someone hollowed out my stomach, and I don't know what I want to do. Part of me wants to get back out there, part of me wishes I'd done something safer, part of me wants to find that bitch who likes to try to blow up kids and put her in the ground."
"It sounds like you could benefit from taking a little time to yourself, Aaron. You said it's fresh, so you're going to keep going through these different thoughts. Making any sort of decision now could be dangerous. What do you think?"
He says "maybe" like one might say "maybe jumping off a bridge won't kill me," but it's there. At least he likes the tea, judging by the long sip he takes from it. "Not for too long, though. This is going to sound stupid, but I think I need to get it out there - there's a part of me that's worried that if I give myself too much time away from agenting, too much time without enough distracting me from what happened at that school, I'm not going to have the nerve to go back into the field, or at least I'll have a hard time doing it. What if they come back, or the Empire attacks, and I'm too scared to go out there and stop them?"
Maybe he's not giving himself enough credit. The guy tanked an explosion with his face because he decided to use his powers to protect a bunch of kids instead of himself, then stood right back up and fought the people who did it to buy time for everyone to get out. Sure, it'd been all of one move, but if those two metas hadn't run off when they did he would've been stuck taking them both on at once with those burns and that impaled leg.
"Maybe I do need some time to sort through this though. Stick around, keep training, just give my mind a little time to rest and recover so I'm not thinking about this every single time I go into a mission. Could be that won't happen, I'm certainly not chickening out right this second, but... I dunno, there's saying you know the risks when you sign up, then there's actually staring right into the abyss and knowing how close you are to falling in, and I guess I was shocked to find that little piece of my brain going 'Oh God, I don't want to die'. Or how I kept thinking about it once the adrenaline wore off."
Not that not wanting to die is a bad thing, but she surely knows what he means. "Mom and Dad are so tough, so powerful, I'm sure they've never been scared like that, had to ask themselves if they'll have the guts to show up next time. I guess I just don't want to risk letting down the people who're expecting good things from me, or count on me to be there. But I'm rambling, sorry Doctor."
« Last Edit: Nov 15, 2015 3:07:50 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
"The more you say things out loud, the easier you can understand where you stand. I only meant to say you should take some time to yourself until you feel like your decisions won't be impacted by your lingering thoughts. I'm actually very happy to hear you're dedicated to going back out there as soon as you can."
She would take a sip on her tea, thinking over all the things he said.
"If you were to put yourself in your parent's shoes, what do you think they'd say to you right now?"
"They actually came by to visit before I was out of the infirmary, but I didn't say all of this to them."
It hadn't totally set in yet, and he'd not wanted to admit it to them. Didn't have the heart to say how rattled he was by the whole thing, kept up the tough face.
"Dad would probably say I'm being an idiot. That only a psycho wouldn't be scared fighting the things we go up against; he was in Chicago when Rath attacked, and both of my parents have gone on missions against the Empire. So he probably knows what he's talking about there. I know that sounds really blunt, but he means well."
He takes another sip and leans back into the chair, trying to get some of the tension out of his muscles.
"My mom didn't even want me doing defence, she'd feel a lot better if I were in intelligence, but she supports me because she knows this is what I want to do. Guess she'd remind me why I agreed to become an agent, when I could've done pretty much anything else with my life. I'd felt like not doing anything with this power I inherited would've been selfish, when so many people out there need someone standing between them and the evil in the world."
He manages to force a little smile. "Said they were proud of me, putting my neck on the line like that."
« Last Edit: Nov 15, 2015 20:03:23 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
"I didn't do it for their praise, but hearing them say it was a hell of a thing."
What kid doesn't like to know their parents are proud of 'em? "Makes me feel kind of selfish though, being scared. It's not about me, you know? I think part of what gets to me is just that I was in there with people willing to do that to children. Just little kids, who didn't do a damn thing to anybody."
He's aware the topics keep bouncing around like a pinball, but he's pretty much saying what comes into mind. "What if I'm not strong enough next time? What if they do it again but I'm asleep or hurt or sick? What if I'm just not good enough to beat these people?"
Deep breath. Calm down. "I've been training with Mr. Amtrum to get stronger though; I know I have the potential to be much more powerful than I am right now, and well, people like this are small fries next to some of the threats out there. I need to be strong enough that they don't win - and I, you know, don't die." He smiles as if he was trying to joke there. "I was thinking about talking to the Director, too; I saw him agree to help out one of the other students a little while back, and maybe training with multiple people, multiple perspectives, will help me flesh out my abilities."
« Last Edit: Nov 15, 2015 22:47:14 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »