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Varo still felt slight hesitance in trusting people, but her previous actions that seemed to show she wanted to help him considerably out-weighed them, as did the pain he was feeling and desire to be out of the situation he was constantly in. There wasn't much for him to think about as he waited, he was just trying to make sure nobody showed up with the intention to cleave his head from his shoulders because of something he didn't do. A bit over concerned, but it was a concern that was still founded considering how many times he'd been attacked.

He quickly walked over as he saw her wave him her way, still trying not to limp too much as he gritted his teeth from the wounds still in his legs. Non fatal yes, but it didn't matter, bullet wounds hurt like the dickens no matter where they were and while he'd had plenty before it didn't exactly make it easier by a ton.

As Varo entered the elevator, Meara reached out to hit the button that would force the doors shut. She held up her key card to the scanner then depressed the P button on the keypad to take them up to where Rhapsody had left the supplies for them. "You're not obligated to answer, but I'm curious about the cure you received." The redhead asked hesitantly, not knowing what the man would think of her curiosity.

Some of their kind would judge the man for willingly trading back in immortality. Many viewed it as a gift, including Meara, even if she wasn't a huge fan of feeding on living beings. But not everybody was given the choice to accept the gift. She had heard a little about forced turning, and she was grateful Alex gave her a choice. Most of the time, she thought that the pros outweighed the cons. However, that might not be the case for Varo. Perhaps he had a perfectly good reason to want to be human again. Perhaps if she was lucky, he might share his story with her.

The elevator dinged and opened into the tower's penthouse. In front of theme was a large sectional couch with a stack of medical supplies sitting on the coffee table. "Was it like a shot? Or a pill, or something else altogether." Meara inquired as she stopped forward and headed to the center of the room, starting to rifle through the supplies for a scalpel and a pair of tweezers. Meara figured she would take care of the bullets first then hope the rest would be easier to manage with the foreign objects removed.

Varo would have moved one hand over his injuries...except for the fact even both hands wouldn't really cover them up and give nay comfort to him considering some were in his arms. He was surprised he was standing, willing to walk around like this took a lot more then he really wanted to. But, after one had been shot as much as he had, they got used to walking on bleeding limbs.

He looked at her from the side for a moment on her question of the cure, looking back at the ground for a moment before he responded, "It was...a series of treatments, over time, not just a singular thing. Each one made me more and more human. On one hand it was like getting weaker and weaker, senses, abilities, everything, vanishing. But at the same time things were coming to me that I hadn't gotten the chance to have for years. I didn't have the regular amnesia, I could actually walk around in crowds, I could finally see the sun again. It was like being freed. Didn't even realize I was just going from one Hell to another." he answered.

"They weren't happy about it, the others of my family. They didn't understand why I did it. I was always in pain, Anterograde Turning Amnesia, and just bombarded by all the noise and senses in crowds. Combine to that the fact of hunters, fact I couldn't go out in the sun or eat regular food, and I was always right on deaths door." He said shaking his head before looking at his current injuries, "Not that I'm much better now. I made a mistake, and I only wish I could take it back. I don't want to be human anymore, I made a mistake and it's haunted me and others since. At least last time I was the only one in harms way. Now, not only has my situation not changed, dozens of people have been attacked by my shade. Everyone's suffering for this."

Meara's normally cheery expression sank as she listened to Varo's explanation of the cure and what lead him to ask for it in the first place. In many aspects Meara could relate all too well. She was a bit of a sun-worshipper as a kid, spending most of her time under the summer sun and running through fields and forest while playing with her brothers. But Alex had told Meara that eventually she would be strong enough to be outside again. So that gave her hope that she wouldn't be trapped in darkness forever.

She also noted that based on Varo's description of crowds he was likely a telepath. After the wraith had trained her, Meara found that it was difficult to be around lots of people because she was not used to hearing the whispers of the mind. However, her love of performance and people helped her learn to filter the noise and only hear what she wished to hear. Her hand reached out to encourage Varo to come and have a seat on the dropcloth so she could start getting the bullets out.

However there were a few things Varo mentioned that "Whats Anterograde Retrograde Amnesia? I've never heard of that. But it sounds like a pretty awful thing if its anything like normal amnesia." To be honest, Meara was terrified at the prospect of not being able to remember people, places, or things. "And whats a shade? Would it show up here now and try to attack me from helping you? Can it be killed or sent back to wherever it came from?" Dainty hands pulled her hair back and out of the way before she slipped on a pair of gloves. As she could feel the fear radiating off the human, Meara hoped that if she looked the part of a medic it might be calming. Stress would lead to an elevated heart rate, which would cause the poor guy to bleed out faster.

The conversation was helping keep him distracted at least, as did the action of pulling her hair back and putting on the gloves, made it seem like she knew what she was doing. He shook his head in remark to the Shade, "Well...I wouldn't know, it...just sort of attacks randomly. It looks like me, and it can jump between the shadow realm, you know...underworld thing, and the real world at will. If it did attack one of us it'd probably be me. It's like...I think at some point it was described as being the vampire side of me. Not what I was as a vampire, but like, if all of me that was vampiric could be pushed into being a being of its own. Honestly I don't understand it, just what it does. As for killing it, I doubt it. I mean, it's basically got everything I had when I was a vampire...I think. Funnily enough, I think I was close to being able to do it myself. Not that easily, but do it." he said shaking his head and swallowing down the pain, choosing to talk soon afterwards to her other comments to try and keep himself distracted.

"The amnesia thing, it's...at longest time it'd go a month, and then I forget everything that happened that month. And then I have to go through realization all again, it's why I kept a journal with me, always writing in it so next month I'd know what had happened." He said leaning his head back to look at the ceiling as his mind drifted, "You know, I want to go back, it's not a great thing to think. I know it was awful, but hope beyond hope tells me maybe if I did this would all go back the way it should be. The shade would...I dunno, merge with me or something, and just go away. I'd be stuck in the night again, just another shadow. But at least I wouldn't spend most of my life with holes in me, or worried someone else got holes in them."

He felt tears well up in his eyes blurring his vision but he tried to wipe them away by blinking a bit. "Wishful thinking I guess, I don't even know if they'd take me back if I asked." he was referring this time to his vampiric family, even if he didn't clarify it.

Meara listened intently as she picked up a pair of tweezers and went to work. Best she could tell, most of his wounds were in the midsection. Gently she pushed Varo's arms and hands away from his torso and started inspecting. A few of the gashes she could see on his upper body had been inflicted by a sword or knife, but best she could see there were three distinct bullet holes. Meara's hand reached around to his back, making a quick check for exit wounds. After determining their were none, she turned her attention to the three little holes.

"Well I mean you don't necessarily have to take the same family right? Sure you can't change your sire, but that doesn't mean you can't make close bonds with other people." In a sense, Meara was speaking from experience here. Long before she became a vampire, she had and adoptive second father. Shortly after she started performing as a teenager, Uncle Amos as he had all of the youngins call him, took the extremely naive Meara under his wing. His lessons focused on the more practical lessons about being safe out on the street. After Hudson started to turn into a stalker, Amos' insistence that she was in danger staying in Asheville is what ultimately convinced her to go and set in to motion the chain of events that got her to where she was now.

"But maybe if you told whoever your family is that story you just shared with me, they might be willing to show you compassion." She offered him a small smile, before leaning in and getting to work. "This is likely going to hurt so how about you tell me a story. How'd you find this town anyways?" After giving Varo a bit of a lead towards distraction, Meara started to use her fingers to feel around the first hole to locate the bullet and started to work at prying it loose. It took a little time, but eventually the smushed bullet was pried loose and tossed aside before she repeated the process all over the with other two.

He did the slightest of a shrug, not willing to overdue it, when she gave him a mention on it not needing to be the same family, "At this point, it doesn't matter if it's one of my family or not. I think my sire...doesn't really trust me to not do it again if I'd get the chance. I just...don't think they'd trust me not to. In all honesty only one of them really was fully on my side for it, he had known already that I wanted out. Apparently....the others just didn't. And they thought I was keeping it a secret because of that. Just...didn't understand."

She suggested he tell a story to keep his mind of the pain, apparently it was going to hurt. Varo gritted his teeth and tried to think, how long ago was it? Years, many years actually, "I...moved here." he said before gritting his teeth and trying to speak through them as she started, "Wasn't worth anything, I'd moved a few times already, just trying to find a place. I...just sort of ended up here. I had never had the most easy time. Did some things I shouldn't have, was all too often involved in shady things. Not...kill people type things though, no, not at all."

He bit his lip and gritted his teeth as he felt another one start coming out as he talked, "Crap." he muttered quietly."Like...never mind. It was just how it was too me and I didn't really care until things got as tough as they did when I became a vampire, but then I made the mistake of going back and it all got worse."

A soft mmhmm could be heard as the redhead listened to Varo's story. It seemed that the two of them were from very different life circumstances. However she could tell he didn't really want to get into details. Whether that was because he was in a lot of pain or becuase he was ashamed of his past life, Meara couldn't tell. As far as she was concerned the past was long gone, so it made little sense to judge a person in the present by past situations. People change. Circumstances change.

"I would totally vouch for you to who ever it was to convince them that you weren't going to undo things all over again." Meara started as the second bullet popped out of its place. "I can see it in your eyes and aura and hear it in your words. You've learned your lessons and seen enough horrors." Her lips pressed together as she worked on the third fragment lodged in Varo's chest. Meara was a sucker for a sob story, and this situation was no different. She wanted to help Varo, though was unsure what would be the best course of action. The gears in her mind turned a bit faster as the diligently dug after the last piece, smiling brightly as she pried it loose. As she tossed it aside, Meara reached back for the gauze and tore a few pieces off.

Her hand slid up under his shirt to firmly press the gauze into the chest wound that seemed to be a bit of a bleeder. As she looked around them Meara noticed the pool of blood grew from before, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. Fingertips kept the gauze pressed to the mans chest as she snatched the tape out of the bag so she could affix the cotton into place. "Hey Varo you still with me? Is it normal for human's to bleed this much?" Meara asked of the man in front of her as she worked on packing the other two bullet holes.