Healing Powers (Closed to @satanicpanics & sharranselunite)

[bestbabysitter]

Who: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Shadowheart
Where: At Shadowheart's hotel room.
When: Sometime after cell service came back up.
What: Healing the wounded.

Warnings: Injury, blood, will add more if needed.


Steve was waiting outside for Eddie when he rolled up in his van. He waved and walked over in case Eddie needed help climbing out. (Never mind he'd been managing fine on his own without Steve helping.)

Eddie got himself up though and Steve motioned toward the hotel. "She's upstairs. Her name's Shadowheart. She's also kind bonkers hot, too." Which seemed vaguely unfair to Steve, that someone got cool powers and looks. But he wasn't complaining, so far she'd only used her powers to help him.

He led Eddie inside and up to Shadowheart's room, knocking at the door and calling out that it was him. When the door opened he smiled. "Hey ... thanks for doing this. This is Eddie. He's still got stitches and occasional leaking around them."

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[sharranselunite]

Shadowheart answers the door in her camp clothes which is what she wears in private, so Steve has always seen her in ill-fitting clothes before now. It's too cold to only wear these leathers out and about, but it's warming up by the day. She'll be glad when she doesn't have to wear layers. She's been busy since the madness began doing a variety of things, but she happens to be around today when Steve asked for her to meet his friend.

Her long white hair is in a tight braid to the small of her back, framed strands around sharply pointed elf ears, and there is a very light scar across her nose, striking against sharp green eyes. She glances from Steve to his friend, giving him a quick once-over. "Hello. I am Shadowheart, I am a Cleric. I don't know what I can promise, but I will try my best." She is the highest level healer she knows, so what she can provide is substantial, but that doesn't mean a perfect 1:1. She is much better on active wounds.

"You may come inside. What was that about your organ being stolen?" This is of some mild interest to her. Stealing organs is not a new concept, but it's usually for spells. They don't have a lot of organ transplanting options in her world.

The motel room is organized, with her newly obtained clothes draped on her bed, and a bag full of goodies hidden on the floor next to it. She has no shame about looting, but she doesn't put it visible considering she wants no one to be able to take it back. She has a sword that is shiny and newly cleaned on the room table, and a couch they can sit on.

[satanicpanics]

Stubborn as ever, Eddie waves Steve’s hand away and steps down from the van on his own. He’s slow, ginger, obviously still in quite a bit of pain despite the weeks that have passed. Turns out that wounds beginning to scab and scar over doesn’t mean much if your insides are a total mess which, unbeknownst to him, they absolutely are. The stitches are just a bandaid, and all the smiles in the world can’t hide the fact that he still feels like garbage that’s been chewed up and spit back out.

He rolls his eyes as the two of them head for the elevator, because Eddie still can’t handle stairs without having to rest between flights.

“Yeah, well, tell you what, Harrington. I’ll be sure to look extra pitiful and maybe it will help you with that date you’re trying to get, ‘kay?”

He is joking, though he’s maybe a little more deadpan than he needs to be. As he leans back against the wall of the elevator with his arms crossed and his head tipped back, a grimace of pain hidden behind his flat expression, he already looks pitiful enough. He’s still pale and tired and always has a kind of bedraggled and sad look to him these days, sort of like a puppy that just got its first bath.

They step off the elevator, the door to the room opens, and Eddie stares.

Not because Shadowheart is “bonkers hot” as Steve so eloquently put it, but because she’s an elf. An elf and a cleric, just like one of his campaigns brought to life. Eddie could cry, and it looks as if he actually might, his dark eyes impossibly wide and his mouth slightly agape as his gaze shifts between her and the sword on the table behind her.

That’s rude as shit, his brain nudges him, and he shakes his head, trying to comprehend what she was saying to him as he was busy staring at her ears and white hair.

“Missing—?,” he begins, brain still coming out of its fog. “Oh! Shit! Yeah! That’s kind of like, the least of my worries? Some people—“ He glances pointedly at Steve. “—can’t seem to get over it. It’s uh…it’s all of this that’s the problem.”

He lifts the hem of his t-shirt, displaying a whole trail of stitches and poorly healing wounds beneath. Nothing is bleeding at the moment, but it doesn’t look great, like he’s one wrong move away from an infection.

“Think you can give it a go?”

[bestbabysitter]

"I'm not trying to date her, its just a fact that she's hot," Steve said wryly. Shadowheart was a little older than him he thought, though it was hard to tell with her being an elf, since he had no idea how long they lived. He was pretty sure he (and most people) would be batting out of their league.

Steve not-so-subtly nudges Eddie when he's just staring and then rolls his eyes. "I keep harping on it because it's batshit crazy," he said. "Like roving gangs of organ harvesters is something out of a fucked up movie." He looked at Shadowheart. "He keeps trying to wave it off as no big deal."

[sharranselunite]

"You lost an organ. That is a serious situation that can lead to your insides rotting until you die in feverish pain. I think it is, in fact, the most of your worries." Shadowheart has dealt with patients who make stupid decisions, so this isn't a surprise or anything. He's not the first person who tried to downplay an injury in an effort to seem tougher than they are.

She looks at his body with sharp understanding. "Take the shirt off." She moves with the confidence and assurance of someone who does this all the time, so hopefully that brisk indifference will make it feel less awkward for him. Shadowheart herself takes the edge of the t-shirt and pulls it up, encouraging him to do the rest.

"Look at these terrible stitches. Do you feel the heat under your skin?" Shadowheart gently places fingers on it to feel it himself. A sign of potential infection, had it gotten worse. "You're pale and weak, and you're in pain. Sweet Selûne, you're in a state." She could tell everything from a single glance. This is her life's work. Eddie may know the name of the goddess Selûne very well!

"I won't be able to stop this scarring. It's too poorly handled. The rest I can do. Sit down before you pass out." She gestures to the couch. "Steve saved your life. I hope you appreciate that."