"Let's concern ourselves with the 'why' part after we've taken care of making certain that you're not going to also grow tentacles or something equally weird, yeah?" He tried to be as gentle as possible as he helped work the shirt over Desmond's head, but there was no way it wasn't going to hurt at least a little. Luckily painkillers were something that they always kept stocked. Shaun briefly considered sedatives, as he discarded Desmond's shirt and grabbed for their first aid kit, but even a moment's consideration told him it was likely a bad idea.
Internally, Shaun's current mantra of 'don't panic, don't panic, don't panic' was getting more frantic by the second, but he forced himself to slow down as he made his way over to the sink and turned on the tap. Letting his own fear bleed out into his responses was only going to make Desmond panic, in turn, and they really couldn't afford that. Better to treat this like he wasn't concerned, like he'd seen this happen a million times.
His own wings were stiff and bristled as Shaun's stress levels took the opportunity to go right through the ceiling and start heading for outer space, but he kept his expression and voice as even and normal as possible as he made his way back and handed over the pills and glass of water. "And unless your father is secretly telepathic, the answer is no--he's out getting supplies."
Shaun was a bit torn on that front--calling Bill now would mean getting shouted at over the phone, most likely, but waiting until he returned could land him in equally hot water for not immediately informing him that his son was a)actually awake, and b) apparently undergoing serious changes in how his genetic markers were expressed. "Do you want me to call him up?"
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Date: 2015-02-24 05:21 pm (UTC)Internally, Shaun's current mantra of 'don't panic, don't panic, don't panic' was getting more frantic by the second, but he forced himself to slow down as he made his way over to the sink and turned on the tap. Letting his own fear bleed out into his responses was only going to make Desmond panic, in turn, and they really couldn't afford that. Better to treat this like he wasn't concerned, like he'd seen this happen a million times.
His own wings were stiff and bristled as Shaun's stress levels took the opportunity to go right through the ceiling and start heading for outer space, but he kept his expression and voice as even and normal as possible as he made his way back and handed over the pills and glass of water. "And unless your father is secretly telepathic, the answer is no--he's out getting supplies."
Shaun was a bit torn on that front--calling Bill now would mean getting shouted at over the phone, most likely, but waiting until he returned could land him in equally hot water for not immediately informing him that his son was a)actually awake, and b) apparently undergoing serious changes in how his genetic markers were expressed. "Do you want me to call him up?"