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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 is rescued.
Notes: Set after season 8.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 469
Status: Complete
M-21 drifted. There was the familiar aches that felt bone deep and the world wouldn't stop shuddering, moving so fast he couldn't make sense of it.
What...?
He struggled to understand what was going on, to remember, but nothing came to him.
"If you die," someone muttered close by, but M-21 didn't have the energy to turn his head to see who it was, "I'm going to kill you."
He realised who the speaker was before the person carrying him said, "Frankenstein," in a soft chiding tone.
Raizel-nim? Was he being carried by Raizel-nim?
M-21 took in a deep breath and huh, he was. That explained the white dancing in his vision.
"Hm," Frankenstein said. "You're responding to us. Good."
Was there usually red on Raizel-nim's clothes...?
He couldn't remember.
His vision brightened at the edges as the world span worse than before and he screwed his eyes shut in an effort to stave off the vertigo.
It didn't help and his head thunked against something.
A sigh. "But I'm g-"
M-21 didn't hear the rest.
* * *
M-21 stared up at the ceiling. The familiar ceiling. He knew all the shadows from staring up at them before. M-21 had taken a deep breath before he realised it and he relaxed at the scent of home.
"Ah, good. You're awake."
He turned his head and Frankenstein was sitting in a chair next to his bed, a clipboard in hand.
"Yeah." M-21 tested the strength of his arms and then pulled himself upright. His body felt heavy but that was it.
When Frankenstein didn't say anything else, M-21 looked at him again. There was a crease between his brow, his lips pursed a little.
"What?" What had happened? What had gone wrong?
Frankenstein closed his eyes and exhaled. "You had us worried for a while — your injuries were so extensive, we weren't sure if you would survive the night."
Oh. M-21 clenched a hand, double-checking what he could move. Everything seemed to react fine and he nodded. "It doesn't feel like I almost died..." he muttered.
"Yes, well," Frankenstein said, one corner of his mouth twisting up in a wry smile, "your regeneration is sufficiently advanced now that impending death is no longer an issue for it."
M-21 snorted, twisting around to slip his feet into the waiting slippers. "So I'm immortal now?"
"I would thank you if you didn't test that theory out," Frankenstein said, sighing as he stood up.
He smirked at that as he stood up. There was no lightheadedness and his legs could hold him. "I don't want to test it out either."
"Good." After making sure he wasn't going to fall flat on his face, Frankenstein said, "There's food ready for you downstairs."
After all the shit he'd just gone through, that sounded wonderful.
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Written for o-c-o-c-o's prompt, 'Frankenstein and M-21 If you die, I'm gonna kill you and I thought you were dead'
I'd considered M-21 discovering he's mute, but maybe for another fic. :3
Summary: M-21 is rescued.
Notes: Set after season 8.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 469
Status: Complete
M-21 drifted. There was the familiar aches that felt bone deep and the world wouldn't stop shuddering, moving so fast he couldn't make sense of it.
What...?
He struggled to understand what was going on, to remember, but nothing came to him.
"If you die," someone muttered close by, but M-21 didn't have the energy to turn his head to see who it was, "I'm going to kill you."
He realised who the speaker was before the person carrying him said, "Frankenstein," in a soft chiding tone.
Raizel-nim? Was he being carried by Raizel-nim?
M-21 took in a deep breath and huh, he was. That explained the white dancing in his vision.
"Hm," Frankenstein said. "You're responding to us. Good."
Was there usually red on Raizel-nim's clothes...?
He couldn't remember.
His vision brightened at the edges as the world span worse than before and he screwed his eyes shut in an effort to stave off the vertigo.
It didn't help and his head thunked against something.
A sigh. "But I'm g-"
M-21 didn't hear the rest.
M-21 stared up at the ceiling. The familiar ceiling. He knew all the shadows from staring up at them before. M-21 had taken a deep breath before he realised it and he relaxed at the scent of home.
"Ah, good. You're awake."
He turned his head and Frankenstein was sitting in a chair next to his bed, a clipboard in hand.
"Yeah." M-21 tested the strength of his arms and then pulled himself upright. His body felt heavy but that was it.
When Frankenstein didn't say anything else, M-21 looked at him again. There was a crease between his brow, his lips pursed a little.
"What?" What had happened? What had gone wrong?
Frankenstein closed his eyes and exhaled. "You had us worried for a while — your injuries were so extensive, we weren't sure if you would survive the night."
Oh. M-21 clenched a hand, double-checking what he could move. Everything seemed to react fine and he nodded. "It doesn't feel like I almost died..." he muttered.
"Yes, well," Frankenstein said, one corner of his mouth twisting up in a wry smile, "your regeneration is sufficiently advanced now that impending death is no longer an issue for it."
M-21 snorted, twisting around to slip his feet into the waiting slippers. "So I'm immortal now?"
"I would thank you if you didn't test that theory out," Frankenstein said, sighing as he stood up.
He smirked at that as he stood up. There was no lightheadedness and his legs could hold him. "I don't want to test it out either."
"Good." After making sure he wasn't going to fall flat on his face, Frankenstein said, "There's food ready for you downstairs."
After all the shit he'd just gone through, that sounded wonderful.
Written for o-c-o-c-o's prompt, 'Frankenstein and M-21 If you die, I'm gonna kill you and I thought you were dead'
I'd considered M-21 discovering he's mute, but maybe for another fic. :3