Claire's the one who got worried, because Matt texted her saying that he'd need her in about an hour.
He never showed.
She planned on going on her own, but Santino caught her: "I'm coming with you," he said. She didn't know where he'd gotten the gun. His momma was going to hate Claire forever, obviously.
They found him.
He wasn't even naked: that was the thing that threw her off, because. Well. She was a nurse: she'd seen people hooked up to the generators before, and it had always been naked people, clean (as possible) and sleepy and soft with sedatives. Seeing Matt, bruised and bleeding from the mouth and nose and still wearing his soaked pants, that - that threw her.
Santino had gone bright red and practically ran to the corridor, ready to guard them: Claire had been stuck with the ticklish business of unhooking Matt from a - it wasn't even a legal generator, and Matt was so far gone that he - every time she touched him, to try to get the IV out, or undo the cuffs, or - he arched. Once, she touched the bare skin of his elbow, unhooking the IV, and he screamed.
He couldn't walk, and he couldn't stop shaking, leaning on her with almost his full weight.
Santino passed her the gun, carried him back to her place.
Re: Matt/machine - bondage, noncon
He never showed.
She planned on going on her own, but Santino caught her: "I'm coming with you," he said. She didn't know where he'd gotten the gun. His momma was going to hate Claire forever, obviously.
They found him.
He wasn't even naked: that was the thing that threw her off, because. Well. She was a nurse: she'd seen people hooked up to the generators before, and it had always been naked people, clean (as possible) and sleepy and soft with sedatives. Seeing Matt, bruised and bleeding from the mouth and nose and still wearing his soaked pants, that - that threw her.
Santino had gone bright red and practically ran to the corridor, ready to guard them: Claire had been stuck with the ticklish business of unhooking Matt from a - it wasn't even a legal generator, and Matt was so far gone that he - every time she touched him, to try to get the IV out, or undo the cuffs, or - he arched. Once, she touched the bare skin of his elbow, unhooking the IV, and he screamed.
He couldn't walk, and he couldn't stop shaking, leaning on her with almost his full weight.
Santino passed her the gun, carried him back to her place.