Simon had only just barely started to get his bearings. He was very literally worlds away from home, he was...not entirely human any more, and--all right, he'd been told he was a great deal more than human but that was something Simon planned to come to terms with on his own time. Time that he had not been given, because apparently heaven decided there was an emergency great enough to require even 'gods' as freshly minted as himself were required to help.
And...to be fair, the dead rising to attack the living was something that needed to be stopped as soon as possible.
Simon wasn't much of a fighter and it wasn't helped that he did not have a 'shinki' to aid him. Even if he didn't know how to use a weapon, having something to swing at the hordes would have been nice. Instead he remained on the sidelines to protect the humans coming under assault, but even then he couldn't do much...at least nothing preventative. The aftermath gave Simon a great deal more to work with.
It started with a woman, sobbing and clinging to a bloodied arm as she hurried away from the fighting. Whatever had attacked her was nowhere in sight--probably taken care of by another god or shinki--it was terrifying in a blessedly familiar way. Simon knew what to do with blood.
"Here, come here...I'm a doctor, I can help you," Simon said, reaching out to get the woman's attention. It didn't matter that they were nowhere near a hospital, the words were like magic, helping to calm her down and get Simon close enough to touch her shoulder. That was all it took. Like real magic the bleeding slowed and stopped, the flesh knitting back together and the pain fading completely. The woman looked down at her arm in stunned silence, Simon quick to push her to keep going before she noticed the blood now staining his sleeve instead.
"Go!" he demanded and, thank the gods, she listened. Now all Simon needed to do was find a walking corpse to give this injury to...and manage dealing with the pain alone in the meanwhile. Hopefully heaven wouldn't mind if he didn't bother to keep his new abilities a secret.
Souls, Souls, and More Souls
Hours later and, aside from the blood on his clothes, Simon was looking rather well considering this was his first bout. He was exhausted, but every wound he took had been given back as quickly as he could manage it. He was physically whole. Mentally was another matter, especially as the fog began to reveal shapes and voices. Most were foreign, but some...
Doc...
Simon froze, rather uncharacteristic of him, but even the doctor didn't quite know what to do with Wash emerging from the fog.
It hurts, Doc...please, help? I...I'm not supposed to...you gotta help me, Doc...
"I--yes, yes of course, let me just..." Simon's hands were shaking when he reached out, trying to touch his friend. There was nothing solid for him to grab, no actual wounds or tangible pain to take away. The god's power apparently did not work on souls, or if it could Simon did not know how to make it happen. His eyes widened slightly, struggling not to panic or at least not to let Wash see him slip, when from behind the fallen pilot stepped another figure.
Always thought...there'd be a familiar face on th'other side. Have to say...wasn't quite expecting you, son. Book was trying to smile through the pain, but it was clear he was seeking Simon out for the same reason Wash had. Can you save us one more time, Doctor?
"Shepherd...I--" Simon was clearly and woefully, out of his element.
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Simon Tam
Simon had only just barely started to get his bearings. He was very literally worlds away from home, he was...not entirely human any more, and--all right, he'd been told he was a great deal more than human but that was something Simon planned to come to terms with on his own time. Time that he had not been given, because apparently heaven decided there was an emergency great enough to require even 'gods' as freshly minted as himself were required to help.
And...to be fair, the dead rising to attack the living was something that needed to be stopped as soon as possible.
Simon wasn't much of a fighter and it wasn't helped that he did not have a 'shinki' to aid him. Even if he didn't know how to use a weapon, having something to swing at the hordes would have been nice. Instead he remained on the sidelines to protect the humans coming under assault, but even then he couldn't do much...at least nothing preventative. The aftermath gave Simon a great deal more to work with.
It started with a woman, sobbing and clinging to a bloodied arm as she hurried away from the fighting. Whatever had attacked her was nowhere in sight--probably taken care of by another god or shinki--it was terrifying in a blessedly familiar way. Simon knew what to do with blood.
"Here, come here...I'm a doctor, I can help you," Simon said, reaching out to get the woman's attention. It didn't matter that they were nowhere near a hospital, the words were like magic, helping to calm her down and get Simon close enough to touch her shoulder. That was all it took. Like real magic the bleeding slowed and stopped, the flesh knitting back together and the pain fading completely. The woman looked down at her arm in stunned silence, Simon quick to push her to keep going before she noticed the blood now staining his sleeve instead.
"Go!" he demanded and, thank the gods, she listened. Now all Simon needed to do was find a walking corpse to give this injury to...and manage dealing with the pain alone in the meanwhile. Hopefully heaven wouldn't mind if he didn't bother to keep his new abilities a secret.
Souls, Souls, and More Souls
Hours later and, aside from the blood on his clothes, Simon was looking rather well considering this was his first bout. He was exhausted, but every wound he took had been given back as quickly as he could manage it. He was physically whole. Mentally was another matter, especially as the fog began to reveal shapes and voices. Most were foreign, but some...
Doc...
Simon froze, rather uncharacteristic of him, but even the doctor didn't quite know what to do with Wash emerging from the fog.
It hurts, Doc...please, help? I...I'm not supposed to...you gotta help me, Doc...
"I--yes, yes of course, let me just..." Simon's hands were shaking when he reached out, trying to touch his friend. There was nothing solid for him to grab, no actual wounds or tangible pain to take away. The god's power apparently did not work on souls, or if it could Simon did not know how to make it happen. His eyes widened slightly, struggling not to panic or at least not to let Wash see him slip, when from behind the fallen pilot stepped another figure.
Always thought...there'd be a familiar face on th'other side. Have to say...wasn't quite expecting you, son. Book was trying to smile through the pain, but it was clear he was seeking Simon out for the same reason Wash had. Can you save us one more time, Doctor?
"Shepherd...I--" Simon was clearly and woefully, out of his element.
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