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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Frankenstein checks on Muzaka.
Notes: 'Muzaka wakes up at the start of canon' verse. Carries on from snippet 2.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,157
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein buzzed his secretary. "Chang-nim?"
"Yes?"
"I'll be missing my meetings for this morning, if you could give my apologies for them?"
"Of course, Lee-nim."
"Thank you. I might miss the afternoon ones as well. I'll keep you updated."
"Yes, Lee-nim."
"Muzaka," Frankenstein said, drawing Muzaka's attention back to him, "could you follow me please? I'd like to check you over."
Muzaka nodded, his eyes still blank. "Sure."
"But first, you need some clothes." He knew Muzaka didn't feel the cold, but on the off-chance they were seen... Frankenstein went to his wardrobe, pulling out a suit jacket and trousers. They were similar in size, so they should fit.
"Put these on."
Muzaka sniffed at them once and then shrugged, pulling them on.
So he remembered how to put on clothes... How much of his memory had been affected?
They left the same way Muzaka came in. Muzaka followed easily, his movements fluid.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Frankenstein asked as they bounded across rooftops.
"Hmmm." It took three rooftops before Muzaka answered again. His thinking was slower, or his processing of information? Both? "Bright lights and tiles."
Frankenstein frowned, filing that away. Muzaka had been somewhere all this time.
"And of myself?"
Muzaka instantly smiled. "You're my sparring partner."
Frankenstein found himself smiling through his worry. Even without his memories, Muzaka's feelings about him were still strong.
* * *
Muzaka slowed as they entered Frankenstein's lab, staring at the walls.
...Right, of course. "Would you rather go elsewhere?"
Muzaka dragged his attention back to him. "But you want me to go here."
"It would make it easier, yes, but I can do the tests elsewhere or at a later time." He would like to know what had been done to Muzaka, but he wasn't in immediate danger.
Muzaka's eyes drifted back to the walls. "I don't want ta see them."
Frankenstein smiled, guiding Muzaka away. "Then you won't." He brought Muzaka back to the entrance of his lab. "Stay here one moment - I need to collect a few things."
Muzaka nodded.
It didn't take Frankenstein long to get what he needed and Muzaka was still there when he returned, studying one of Frankenstein's plants.
"Are you hungry?" Frankenstein asked, leading Muzaka back to the living room.
"Hungry...?"
Frankenstein pursed his lips. "I'll warm some food up for you."
"All right."
While the food was heating up in the microwave, Frankenstein sat Muzaka down at the table. "I'm just going to take some blood, all right?" he said, cleaning the inside of Muzaka's elbow.
The cotton ball came back light green. Frankenstein narrowed his eyes at it before setting it to the side. It wouldn't tell him much about who did this to Muzaka, but it might give him a hint of what had been done to him.
"Why?" Muzaka said.
Frankenstein smiled softly at the question. Hopefully that was a sign of Muzaka's true personality shining through, his curiosity. "Your blood will be able to tell me things about you, like your health and if you need anything in particular."
"Oh." Muzaka didn't say anything for a few seconds, watching him prepare the needles and vials. "But you're here."
Frankenstein paused, puzzling over Muzaka's line of thought. "I'm not sure I follow?"
"I don't need anything - you're here."
Frankenstein swallowed, his feelings of loneliness and love rushing to the forefront, threatening to overwhelm him.
"What's wrong?"
Aah, observant as always. "Mm, you might not need anything mentally, but your body also has needs that have to be seen to."
Muzaka frowned. "You didn't say what was wrong."
"Nothing is wrong," Frankenstein said with a soft laugh. "I've missed you." Muzaka's curiosity, his voice, his smell. Everything. Frankenstein's hands trembled and he concentrated on his breathing, trying to calm himself.
But it had been so long since he'd last seen him... He'd kept his mind busy, just trying to figure out what had happened with Muzaka, what he needed, but now that Frankenstein's mind had been allowed to just react, it was hard to stop.
Muzaka's hands covered his, warm and steady. "I think...I did too. Or else I wouldn'ta went straight to ya. I had to see ya."
Frankenstein closed his eyes. Dammit. He stood up, Muzaka watching him with a smile, his arms open.
He couldn't stay impartial here. Not with Muzaka. The tests could wait for just now.
Muzaka smelled of chemicals, whatever he'd been in still clinging to him. He didn't have any marks on his face to say he'd been wearing a mask for a long time though, but that could have just been Muzaka's healing, as always.
Muzaka returned his hug, just as tightly.
They stayed like that, just hearing each other breathe.
Frankenstein looked up when the microwave dinged. "Ah, I should get that."
Muzaka nuzzled Frankenstein's neck with a hum, letting him go.
The food was steaming when he opened the microwave. Frankenstein glanced at the cutlery drawer before taking some kitchen towels instead.
"Hrrrm, smells good," Muzaka said, watching him.
"It tastes good as well," Frankenstein said, bringing it over. Ah, it had been so long since he'd had to consider - no, it didn't have anything Muzaka didn't like.
"Eat it slowly," Frankenstein said, putting the bowl in front of Muzaka. Who knew how long it had been since Muzaka had had a proper meal.
Muzaka prodded it, eating a piece. He perked up, sucking in a breath as his eyes widened.
"Slowly," Frankenstein reminded him.
Muzaka bobbed his head, studying the food.
While Muzaka was distracted... Frankenstein fastened the tourniquet around Muzaka's arm, prodding around the veins in Muzaka's inner elbow.
Muzaka watched him, but continued eating.
After finding a suitable vein, Frankenstein murmured, "Just a scratch," out of habit, sliding the needle in.
Muzaka didn't react, still eating. Good.
The blood that came out was sluggish and dark.
Frankenstein frowned, getting up.
"What is it?" Muzaka was peering at the vial as his blood dripped into it.
"You're dehydrated," Frankenstein said. "You need something to drink." It could explain the confusion. But there could be other factors at play.
He filled half a glass with water, coming back.
"Slow?" Muzaka said, reaching for it.
Frankenstein smiled. "Yes."
Muzaka sipped the water. He rumbled, sighing as he did so.
The first vial had filled half way and Frankenstein replaced it with a new one.
"How many do you need?"
"There's many things to check for," Frankenstein said, drawing some blood out of the vial with a pipette and dropping the sample into the analyser. It didn't take long for it to beep.
A high white blood count, even for a werewolf... It was high compared to Dorant's, so Muzaka was fighting something off right now? Everything else was low, but not dangerously so.
It was a start, and now he had something to work towards to help Muzaka feel better.
Summary: Frankenstein checks on Muzaka.
Notes: 'Muzaka wakes up at the start of canon' verse. Carries on from snippet 2.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,157
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein buzzed his secretary. "Chang-nim?"
"Yes?"
"I'll be missing my meetings for this morning, if you could give my apologies for them?"
"Of course, Lee-nim."
"Thank you. I might miss the afternoon ones as well. I'll keep you updated."
"Yes, Lee-nim."
"Muzaka," Frankenstein said, drawing Muzaka's attention back to him, "could you follow me please? I'd like to check you over."
Muzaka nodded, his eyes still blank. "Sure."
"But first, you need some clothes." He knew Muzaka didn't feel the cold, but on the off-chance they were seen... Frankenstein went to his wardrobe, pulling out a suit jacket and trousers. They were similar in size, so they should fit.
"Put these on."
Muzaka sniffed at them once and then shrugged, pulling them on.
So he remembered how to put on clothes... How much of his memory had been affected?
They left the same way Muzaka came in. Muzaka followed easily, his movements fluid.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Frankenstein asked as they bounded across rooftops.
"Hmmm." It took three rooftops before Muzaka answered again. His thinking was slower, or his processing of information? Both? "Bright lights and tiles."
Frankenstein frowned, filing that away. Muzaka had been somewhere all this time.
"And of myself?"
Muzaka instantly smiled. "You're my sparring partner."
Frankenstein found himself smiling through his worry. Even without his memories, Muzaka's feelings about him were still strong.
Muzaka slowed as they entered Frankenstein's lab, staring at the walls.
...Right, of course. "Would you rather go elsewhere?"
Muzaka dragged his attention back to him. "But you want me to go here."
"It would make it easier, yes, but I can do the tests elsewhere or at a later time." He would like to know what had been done to Muzaka, but he wasn't in immediate danger.
Muzaka's eyes drifted back to the walls. "I don't want ta see them."
Frankenstein smiled, guiding Muzaka away. "Then you won't." He brought Muzaka back to the entrance of his lab. "Stay here one moment - I need to collect a few things."
Muzaka nodded.
It didn't take Frankenstein long to get what he needed and Muzaka was still there when he returned, studying one of Frankenstein's plants.
"Are you hungry?" Frankenstein asked, leading Muzaka back to the living room.
"Hungry...?"
Frankenstein pursed his lips. "I'll warm some food up for you."
"All right."
While the food was heating up in the microwave, Frankenstein sat Muzaka down at the table. "I'm just going to take some blood, all right?" he said, cleaning the inside of Muzaka's elbow.
The cotton ball came back light green. Frankenstein narrowed his eyes at it before setting it to the side. It wouldn't tell him much about who did this to Muzaka, but it might give him a hint of what had been done to him.
"Why?" Muzaka said.
Frankenstein smiled softly at the question. Hopefully that was a sign of Muzaka's true personality shining through, his curiosity. "Your blood will be able to tell me things about you, like your health and if you need anything in particular."
"Oh." Muzaka didn't say anything for a few seconds, watching him prepare the needles and vials. "But you're here."
Frankenstein paused, puzzling over Muzaka's line of thought. "I'm not sure I follow?"
"I don't need anything - you're here."
Frankenstein swallowed, his feelings of loneliness and love rushing to the forefront, threatening to overwhelm him.
"What's wrong?"
Aah, observant as always. "Mm, you might not need anything mentally, but your body also has needs that have to be seen to."
Muzaka frowned. "You didn't say what was wrong."
"Nothing is wrong," Frankenstein said with a soft laugh. "I've missed you." Muzaka's curiosity, his voice, his smell. Everything. Frankenstein's hands trembled and he concentrated on his breathing, trying to calm himself.
But it had been so long since he'd last seen him... He'd kept his mind busy, just trying to figure out what had happened with Muzaka, what he needed, but now that Frankenstein's mind had been allowed to just react, it was hard to stop.
Muzaka's hands covered his, warm and steady. "I think...I did too. Or else I wouldn'ta went straight to ya. I had to see ya."
Frankenstein closed his eyes. Dammit. He stood up, Muzaka watching him with a smile, his arms open.
He couldn't stay impartial here. Not with Muzaka. The tests could wait for just now.
Muzaka smelled of chemicals, whatever he'd been in still clinging to him. He didn't have any marks on his face to say he'd been wearing a mask for a long time though, but that could have just been Muzaka's healing, as always.
Muzaka returned his hug, just as tightly.
They stayed like that, just hearing each other breathe.
Frankenstein looked up when the microwave dinged. "Ah, I should get that."
Muzaka nuzzled Frankenstein's neck with a hum, letting him go.
The food was steaming when he opened the microwave. Frankenstein glanced at the cutlery drawer before taking some kitchen towels instead.
"Hrrrm, smells good," Muzaka said, watching him.
"It tastes good as well," Frankenstein said, bringing it over. Ah, it had been so long since he'd had to consider - no, it didn't have anything Muzaka didn't like.
"Eat it slowly," Frankenstein said, putting the bowl in front of Muzaka. Who knew how long it had been since Muzaka had had a proper meal.
Muzaka prodded it, eating a piece. He perked up, sucking in a breath as his eyes widened.
"Slowly," Frankenstein reminded him.
Muzaka bobbed his head, studying the food.
While Muzaka was distracted... Frankenstein fastened the tourniquet around Muzaka's arm, prodding around the veins in Muzaka's inner elbow.
Muzaka watched him, but continued eating.
After finding a suitable vein, Frankenstein murmured, "Just a scratch," out of habit, sliding the needle in.
Muzaka didn't react, still eating. Good.
The blood that came out was sluggish and dark.
Frankenstein frowned, getting up.
"What is it?" Muzaka was peering at the vial as his blood dripped into it.
"You're dehydrated," Frankenstein said. "You need something to drink." It could explain the confusion. But there could be other factors at play.
He filled half a glass with water, coming back.
"Slow?" Muzaka said, reaching for it.
Frankenstein smiled. "Yes."
Muzaka sipped the water. He rumbled, sighing as he did so.
The first vial had filled half way and Frankenstein replaced it with a new one.
"How many do you need?"
"There's many things to check for," Frankenstein said, drawing some blood out of the vial with a pipette and dropping the sample into the analyser. It didn't take long for it to beep.
A high white blood count, even for a werewolf... It was high compared to Dorant's, so Muzaka was fighting something off right now? Everything else was low, but not dangerously so.
It was a start, and now he had something to work towards to help Muzaka feel better.