{8th Bullet} Blind and near dead [In Person/Video]

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[Sheldon's arm hasn't been treated and the new wounds seemed to be something indicative to a terrible fight. It was hard to say if his eyes were taken by a Kishin from the previous event or not but that left arm certainly needed some work. Cuts, scrapes, open wounds, burns and no eyes, Sheldon has certainly seen better days.

Bleeding on the floor and without much to aid him, he has to work. He pulls his blackberry from his pocket and pushes the button that he knows worked the video since it was the easiest setting on the phone.]

A little help, please.

[He cuts off the video without having to go into too much detail before his fingers managed to find the audio setting. The sound of his blackberry hits the floor and the feed goes quiet and eventually times out.]

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[candles-secret.livejournal.com]

[Robin was just coming down the stairs when the video came through. For some reason, the person on the video made her stop, as did the name at the top of the feed]

Sands..Sheldon Sands

[When the video ends, she quickens her pace down the stairs, stopping suddenly when she hears something falling to the floor in one of the nearby rooms. Hurrying in, she see's Sheldon and hurries over. If he had his sight, Sheldon would see that the woman helping him had blonde hair hanging past her shoulders, with the same emerald eyes and a pair of rimless glasses.

She touches his shoulder gently and kneels down in front of him, her voice soft (as always)]

Hello - My name's Robin. I'm here to help you

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

Robin.

[His hand reaches up to touch her face. There was something familiar about her but different. Her voice sounded richer and more mature than before and in his distant memories, he could recall someone he once knew by the same name.

A faint smile came to him despite the severe pain but that gentle touch she gave him struck something far deeper.]

I knew a Robin once and fell in love but....I can still see her face dancing around in my memory somewhere.

[He shifts to try to stand, his body racked with so many injuries compiling one on top of the other, he has a hard time standing up on his own and winces with a hiss between his teeth as the pain shot through him.]

There was a song....I can't remember it.

[The pain was too intense for him to recall much else.]

[candles-secret.livejournal.com]

[She lets him touch her face, but frowns lightly at what he said next. t was unlikely that it was a coincedence that, not only did Robin vaguely recall him, but he also remembered someone who share her name..?

Either way, that would have to wait until he'd been treated. From what she could see he was bleeding badly - not fatally, but he did need urgent treatment. She loops an arm around his waist and pulled his less injured arm around her neck, taking most of his weight]

Don't try to push yourself - what happened to you..?

[That song...what was the name of that song..]

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[He felt his body being lifted up and did his best to help her and nods his head slowly as he recalled the event that lead up to his now tortured and less than perfect state.]

I was in....where are we at the moment?

[He didn't smell the streets nor feel the sun on his face but rather he did smell carpets, paint, slight hints of varnish and wood. It seemed familiar but still a bit distant.]

What in the hell is the name of that song?

[candles-secret.livejournal.com]

If I'm being completely honest, I'm not sure

[It was the truth - it was like trying to remember a dream from days ago.]

It is strange, it's like I've been here before. And I remember knowing someone with your name as well..

[When they reach the stairs, she looks at him]

Are you okay to go up some stairs..? It's only one flight, but if not I can sort something out down here

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[He spoke through the pain and keeping calm has kept him from too much blood loss. It was a situation he couldn't avoid and getting to his room was a necessary evil.]

I guess it's safe to answer your question. I don't think we're in Mexico. Is there anyone following us?

[Sheldon's hand gripped the hand rail and with his left arm in such a terrible state, he couldn't grab on to anything with it.]

Don't worry about the stairs. Just keep moving.

[candles-secret.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes subtly at his stubborness, but helps him none the less]

Alright.

[She's being mindful to take more of his weight; she's strong, despite her size, and she knows his injuries are worse than what meets the eyes]

No, we're not in Mexico - judging by the landscape outside, we could be in England, America..I'd like to hope Italy, but I doubt that much.

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

Italy's nice. Naples especially in the spring. I prefer Cicily in the summer. Okay, I'll tell you what happened.

[He takes a deep breath and pulls himself up on another step, and with Robin's help, the progress was a steady one even if it wasn't fast.]

I was stationed in Mexico originally to bring in an international criminal and drug lord. Then an idea came to me that the system in that said area was so bad that it needed to be flushed out. Well, something went wrong. It went so wrong....[a pause as he takes another step] that I lost not only my connection with the department but also my eyes and I was shot and left for dead.

The government that I worked with for so long cut me loose and left me to die. Now is that shitty? Of course it is. We ultimately won but at a very steep cost. I lost my eyes when I was captured and tortured before being released on the streets again. I got them back for what they did to me. I had to.

[He noticed her strength but the memories of the Robin he once knew was going to take much longer to surface.]

Robin....it's a pretty name. I'm Sheldon Sands. I was an operative for the CIA. Doesn't look like I'll be much use now.

[candles-secret.livejournal.com]

[She listens carefully, frankly sickened at the thought of torture, and even more so when she feels like she knows the man it happened to.

It takes her a moment to fully take in what she was just told, before going to reply to his last comment]

Thank you..and some things happen for a reason I suppose. Who know's. Maybe a change of career was what you secretly wanted.

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[He laughs softly to her assessment and nods.]

Perhaps.

[He gives a soft grunt and he takes another step.]

But honestly, what could I possibly do that would be worth anything? I can still think, sure, but what good is that when I can't be a part of the environment....wait...Robin. I love you. You're a genius.

[What she said indirectly set a chain of events in his mind that he was still worth a lot more than the Agency had estimated him to be.]

Where are we going?

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[brothercumface.livejournal.com]

[she's seven, in an overlarge dress that seems to have been altered with a couple hair ties and safety pins, and seems to be taking delight in running through the hallways and imitating an airplane motor.]

[of course, when she scampers down the stairs and just about falls over a - a -]

[little Mina screams, thinking she's happened across a zombie or a dead body. but when she becomes coherent enough to realize that, oh, this guy's still breathing, she tip toes over to him.]

...Mister? Did you fall down?

[because that's what the biker who had fallen off his bike had looked like that one time in her neighborhood.]

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[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

No.

[Sheldon didn't recognize the voice since it was much too young to place. He wasn't about to remove his sunglasses since he knew that he had no eyes. He watched that drill take them out and rather forcefully and painfully.]

Where am I?

[It was this disorientation that kept him from saying too much. The smell of dirt, scorched flesh and blood was definitely there.]

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[brothercumface.livejournal.com]

I dunno. [she says in a naturally sing song voice, shoulders rising and falling as she pouts]

I'm lost. Are you lost, too, mister? If I find my mommy, she can make your owwies, all better.

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[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you can say that.

[He tries to foll over only to hit his head on the side of a coffee table.]

Ouch.

[His hand moves to touch it and nods.]

We're inside a house, aren't we? Oh my Christ. I must have wandered into someone's home by mistake.

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[brothercumface.livejournal.com]

I dunno...

[she admits, shrugging and taking it as a good sign he can talk.]

I'm lost. But I don't think I can get out of here...

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[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[His voice remained soft and the stoicism had returned. He tries again to sit up and this time, he feels first for the edge of the table to grab it and aid him in picking himself off the floor. His left arm is completely useless and his only functioning limb is his right arm. With both legs shot, walking was going to be very difficult and very slow.]

I don't think I can either without being able to see. Describe the layout for me.

[He pulls himself up slowly to a standing position. The pain was tremendous but showing it to her or anyone else wasn't something that he was accustomed to doing.]

[In person]

[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[There is a young, blond-haired by walking down the hall. He sees the blinded man ahead, but he doesn't look particularly frightened. He moves down the hall quickly and skirts around the man, curious, but nervous around an adult.]

[In person]

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[Sheldon's head turned toward the direction of the sound of falling steps.]

Is someone there?

[He's not able to move very well and he's looking very bad.]

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[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[Soubi's voice is soft as he looks down at the man. Nervous.]

Yes.

[In person]

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[He's not sure if it was the tone that he heard was correct or not that this soft spoken young man was certainly nervous either from his appearance or from some other outside force which really causes Sheldon to keep steady despite his obvious and most likely disgusting looking injuries.]

It's okay. I need you to do something for me. Can you please find me a doctor? I'm kinda having a bad day.

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[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[Soubi stays quite still for a moment before shaking his head. He immediately realizes, however, that the man of course cannot see him, so he answers in his small voice.]

I don't know of any doctors here.

[Then, as if making a decision against his better judgment, he abruptly kneels down in front of the man.]

Take off those glasses and put your hands to your eyes. It'll stop the bleeding.

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[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[His hands immediately came up to his face but taking off the glasses was out of the question. His voice was still soft as if there was nothing left for Sheldon other than to just live.]

Look away. Please.

[Like it would matter considering that he has no eyes left. Dr. Guiverra made it well known that he was a master of torture and certainly manifested in the removing of Sheldon's eyes.]

I'm sorry.

[His left arm in such a condition where he couldn't use his hand properly to apply pressure, he was having trouble keeping his hands over what was left of his eyes.]

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[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[Soubi doesn't seem particularly squicked, though perhaps it's because he can't see the lack of eyes. Either way, he gently moves Sheldon's struggling hands and places his own hands under the glasses, lightly over Sheldon's bleeding sockets. He's careful not to apply too much pressure, for fear of damaging anything that could be salvaged or, worse, infecting the wounds with his own hands. He doesn't talk for several moments until he takes his hands away again.]

The bleeding's stopped.

[In person]

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[Sheldon gave a grateful nod to his head and a quick smile.]

Thank you.

[Truth be told, he had a terrible headache from the pain from the loss of his eyes. His body was trying to fight off not only infection but to repair the damage done which was causing him to shake.]

I think...I'm going into systemic shock.

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[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[He nods gravely, but then corrects himself, using an audial response to speak to the blind man instead.]

Can you stand?