[Why is he arguing in Sherlock's favor here? Mainly to see if there are justifications that Clint can find around the point. John's still angry. Having someone else agree that it's legitimate is a little comforting.]
You don't always gotta be about the greater good. Just because he saved lives doesn't mean you can't be pissed that he lied. Your own happiness matters, man. Everybody's does.
No, it's just as important as you. [ He'll argue this to the death. ] What's the point of the greater good if the individuals in it are miserable?
I'm not saying he shoulda not done it to save your feelings. I'm an Avenger, I'm almost - like, contractually obligated to say that. I'm saying it's fine to be pissed about it because that's a valid thing to be pissed about.
[Well, that's something John would tell other people, but he's supposed to do better than this, look at the whole instead of considering himself first. On the whole, what Sherlock did was right. But knowing that doesn't help the way John feels.
He wishes Fiona were here.]
He said I was angry before. Will be angry. But he doesn't think we can make it up this time.
I'm so angry with him, Clint. Every time I look at him I just want to hit him. I can't trust him. He never trusted me as much as I thought he did. It'd be easier parting ways. I don't want him around, but I don't want to him to go, either. I need him.
[Which leads to some of his current and very self-inflicted dilemma.]
[He'll just make a mental note to do that anyway. Stopping to eat that often doesn't sit too well with him, but maybe if he just divides his already-divided rations enough, he could make it work...]
Yeah. I know how that feels. [ With Natasha, with Bobbi, with a lot of people he's come across in the past. Clint sighs heavily, thinking. ] I don't really have a good thing to say when it comes to that. There's some people I never got over being angry with and there's some people I did.
I guess just don't feel like you can't be mad. You can be. That's part of getting over it, if you wanna.
[He's nearly positive this won't work, but he has no choice but to try Dr. Watson next, for the sole reason that he's the only other doctor that actually knows the truth about his body. If he has to go to the others, he'll have to tell them the truth.
Unfortunately, he has no idea that poor Dr. Watson is going through his own issues at the moment.]
Dr. Watson, it's Alphonse. I was wondering if you were far from the hospital?
[Walking in the snow doesn't lend itself to texting, but John's been keeping off of audio and video as much as possible lately. He sets his tablet to respond in text while he talks. There's a part of him that also just wants to ignore this. It's probably another plea for him to do a transfusion using Al's blood. John doesn't want to have the argument.]
I'm several days away and heading to Hsiaoke Pass. Is there a problem?
No, it's just that Winter told me there might be a piece of medical equipment in the hospital that could be useful, but that I'd need someone like a doctor to operate it.
[Not a transfusion this time, don't worry.]
I tried to ask Dr. House, but... uh, we're not really on speaking terms.
What piece of equipment? The only working machine I've found in the hospital are those hovering beds and the microscope in the cabinet. They don't require a doctor.
The last time the nanomachines started shutting down, everyone above ground nearly died, even the people who shouldn't have been affected by radiation.
I think that's because they were malfunctioning but still inside us, so they were poisoning our systems further.
[He might sound slightly desperate, but he's trying to keep a lid on it.]
You know what my body is, Dr. Watson, it can't be poisoned by radiation or frozen in the cold. The nanomachines are hurting me more than helping, and without them I could do so much more. Please help me.
I'm not gonna help you kill yourself, Al. Because that's what'll happen if you're wrong. How many bloody times d'we have to go through this? How many ways are you gonna ask me to help hurt you? I know you want to help other people. But we don't win at this game. You can't get those damn machines out of your body and we won't be able to until we reach the center. Focus on getting everyone there. That's how you can be useful.
[That's... probably unnecessarily harsh, but John's not in the best place to be gentle or mince words.]
He was expecting a refusal, but not one as vehement and angry as that. It's unfair to say that he wants Dr. Watson to hurt him, when all he wants to do is help in some small way. Getting people to the centre is the end goal, everyone is working towards it, but this-- He could do this, maybe one of the only people that can possibly safely remove them. Sure, it's risky, but--
It's too much. Ed, and then House, and now this. His voice is very tight and very small.]
Fine.
[He's not going to argue this here. He'll find someone else to help, or he'll do it himself, or he'll find something. He has to find something, because he can't cope with being so helpless any more.]
It is not intended to scare you. It does not routinely scare most where I am from. It is a reminder that I am not human.
[He places the last plate on the counter and sighs, frustration audible. The chair can be heard scraping across the floor and then movement as Kid returns to a corner; the sounds of items being dumped onto the floor. Now he's re-packing his backpack.
He curls into the corner with his head against the wallaw, room spinning lazy circles and chest burning from just that short walk.]
...Does it work? Really work, I mean. The--the transfusion?
It works to a point. It'll cure you of your current symptoms fully for a couple of days, but they do return. I'm afraid we've only got one data point at the moment. Their symptoms returned after a little over a week. Temporary relief is still relief for people who are suffering, though. Especially one's who've been suffering as long as people like you, Kid.
@godsend, text, Day 198 (sorry for the lateness here!)
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