MagiStream

Megan's face became a weird expression as William said the word 'operate.' her expression quickly returned to normal, however. "are you sure? I mean... I'm fine with having a girl do it." She said quietly. Or Ben. But he'd never do that... She didn't say anything about Ben.

"But you wouldn't like it...you don't like strangers, for good reason. I...I miss having people trust me. Since Emily died, no one seems to. I spend my days here. No one doubts me because I'm the second in command, they don't care what I go through, why I'm a nervous wreck. But, you see, you care. You don't...you talk to me, you defy me, you...act so much like my Emily used to..." he said softly, shrugging a bit. His English accent rolled softly into his voice, and he sounded not only more desperate, but slightly more...sad. Sorrowful.

Megan nodded and gently nudged William. "You can do it, then." She replied, smiling softly. She wished Ben loved her back. Every night she dreamt of coming home to Ben. She would dread waking up alone in the mornings. Today though, she didn't wake up alone. She told herself he was just being a good friend and tried to stop thinking about it.

Dr. Rosen nodded softly. "Of course...let's go then, before we both get second thoughts and a layer of dust settles on us." he said softly, shrugging a little and wringing his hands a lot. He was a nervous and upset man most of the time, and his manner seemed to demand more age than his body had. At thirty-seven, he was a nervous wreck and quite a sad man. In this case meaning sorrowful more than pitiable. He knew no one trusted him, because he'd watched his daughter dying, tried so hard to fix it, and accidentally killed her. Everyone knew this was a bit simplistic, but..it's what had happened. They also knew he woke up most mornings crying because his wife wasn't there, and neither was his beloved daughter.
"Anyway, let's go..." he muttered.

Benjamin sighed, letting the doctors trim the fur back to reveal the holes in his skin that now began to bleed as they applied alcohol to the wounds. Part of him wanted to bite, but they hadn't hurt him yet, they were just helping.
He felt alone. He wanted Megan again, a bit like a dog might. But as it was, he worried her when he was hurt, and he might as well let them fix him if it made her happier.

(Also, he had her over for sleepovers sometimes, so she didn't exactly wake up alone then either. lol.)

[Ah, well. XP]

Megan nodded and followed him as he lead her around. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and yawned softly. "What are they doing to Ben?" She asked, slightly curious. It was possible he was still in bed.

"Sewing up his cuts, I think. He gave himself some nasty ones by accident. And then they're going to clean him up and give him some endurance tests, I believe. Or maybe ti was sight tests." he said, shrugging a bit.
Slipping inside the room, he watched as some of the stirred up dust from last night's dusting finally settled.

Megan frowned. "Endurance? What does that mean? Don't hurt him... He was really nice last night." She blushed and grinned, remembering the events of last night. "But hewas just being a good friend. I mean, he's always nice..." Her frowned disappeared.

"Running probably, things like that. My boss doesn't want you guys hurt, just...pushed. Inside now...I won't watch you strip, if you don't watch me, I'm not getting this wonderful set of clothes wet." he said, smiling softly and shrugging. He peeled his lab coat back to reveal an odd t-shirt and jeans, with moccasins for shoes. he liked them, they were comfortable and practical.

Megan laughed and turned so her back was to him. She took off the ripped tanktop and flexed her wings with a small smile. She unbuttoned her pants and hesitated. She frowned slightly.

The doctor had removed his t-shirt, revealing a wiry and slightly thin frame. Worse than Ben's chest, his ribs made nice bumps in his skin. He had muscle that rippled a little, but he had none too much body weight, it was apparent. And he was very pale.
"You alright?" he said, stepping over. Everything about him was neat, he realized suddenly. His hair was always combed back meticulously, his movements never wasted energy, he always kept them close to his body. He was...reserved, really.