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006 - action/voice; i came in like troy walking in with pizza

Who: Clay Terran + You people
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: June 7th, a bit after this

[You know, Clay hadn't been expecting a day like this. All he was doing was going to the Iskaulit to do some workouts in the gym, even bopping to a tune playing in his head.

Of course, that all comes a stop when he sees the mess before he sees anyone else. Blood trailing through the hallway, like someone had been walking with it. His stomach churns a bit, and his first instinct is to flee and get someone with medical help. Like Jennifer, or Beverly, or...

But no, he's here, and he... doesn't really realize just how bad it is yet. He returns to his shuttle first to grab the first-aid box, then heads in to see who needs his help.

And upon following the trail, well... Turns out, it's a lot worse than he thought it'd be, and that instinct from before comes back full force. He's only had some lessons, he's not prepared for this level of medical trauma, he really isn't -

And that's why he'll be calling out on the comms - not video, because there are kids on the network, but it's pretty clear by the state of his shaky voice that this is definitely an emergency.]

I-I need doctors - healers, medics -

[He takes in a deep breath - ]

I need all medical personnel to the Iskaulit right now!

((ooc: Everyone's free to branch off, tag other threads, etc! This is a general rescue/medical aid post for Winter's wrecking ball.))

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[Good news Clay! There's one medic already on the scene!]

[Except he's bleeding. And unconscious. And from the looks of his location and the debris around him, looks like he got thrown through an empty shop front.]

[Oops.]

[DAMMIT BABE.

He'd been really hoping Allen would answer his call, half because he knows he's a good medic, and half because it'd let him know that he wasn't part of all this. But once he looks through the mess of the shop and sees who's inside, well - those hopes are certainly dashed right away.]

Allen!

[And next thing he knows, he's in a kneel down beside him, and... good, he's still breathing. That's one major relief, and it makes him let out a long breath that he didn't know he was holding in. Right. Priorities. Figure out how bad off he is, don't - don't let emotions get the best of him.]

Can you hear me? [He takes a look at his injuries and opens up his medkit, which is already running low on bandages.] Answer me if you can!

[Allen doesn't respond to Clay's words. He's breathing and his heart rate are strong, but it looks like he's been knocked out. There's cuts and bruises on his skin. The cuts are mostly shallow, from being thrown through glass - though there's a few deep ones and some nasty looking bruises from being punched. He'll need a medic, but he's definitely better off than some of the others.]

[Allen's not answering, and it looks like he's been out for a while. That alone isn't good at all. What was it he was supposed to do when someone was unconscious - God, it's so hard to remember when he's in a high stress situation like this -

Ah, right. He shakes his head, mutters an "I'm fine" to himself, then reaches to first bend Allen's top leg so that the hip and knee are at right angles, then to tilt Allen's head up slightly to clear the airway, all in a careful manner.]

I'm - I'm going to keep talking, okay? Things are really bad out here - How could that guy even beat you? I just... come on, answer me, please.

[From the initial panic in Clay's voice, Mikleo had expected a huge mess, so at least he'd had the sense to brace himself prior to arriving on the scene. Still, it looks... really bad.

There's no time to waste on getting upset about it. Mikleo initially heads right for Clay, hoping to figure out where he's needed most, but when he sees Allen, the decision is made for him- not only is he injured, but he's also the most likely to be able to bridge the communication barrier. Assuming he wakes up, anyway. Gonna just take a page from Sorey's book and be optimistic about that.

He crouches down beside them and holds his hands out over Allen's body, murmuring a series of incantations. Clay may not see him, but the light bursting out around them is pretty visible.]

[While getting him into the proper angle helps him breath easier, it's the sudden burst of light that gets a reaction out of him. The cuts start to heal up some, and the swelling goes down as well.]

[But most importantly, the spell is enough to cause him to stir. He gives a pained groan as he starts to regain consciousnesses. ] Nngh...

Edited 2016-06-10 04:41 (UTC)

[The sudden burst of light is so... well, sudden, that Clay ends up jumping and nearly scrambling away - you know, if he was okay with leaving Allen there. Instead, he sways away at first as pure instinct, then moves back to be at Allen's side, one hand on his shoulder as he squints at the light...

But the stirring gets his attention after that. He looks down and - all the wounds are gone? And Allen is...]

Allen? Can you hear me?

[He groans again, and his eyes open some. He's disoriented, and his head feels like a hammer's been taken to it. ]

Clay? Mikleo...?

[His hand starts to reach for his head to hold]

What happened...?

[Well, thankfully head injuries don't affect resonance. Mikleo can't help feeling relieved; Allen being awake will make this much more manageable.]

I assume you'll have to be the one who tells us, but that can wait. Does anything else hurt? I can cast another arte, if you're still injured.

Mikleo?

[Was that the light, then? He looks beside him, looking at Mikleo and yet looking straight through him, not seeing or hearing anything.

His attention goes back on Allen then, moving his hand away from his shoulder to give him some room to recover.]

How are you feeling? Does anything else still hurt?

[Okay, it's weird that they are both talking to him at the same time, while trying to remember one can't see the other. He rubs his head]

I don't think so, just my head is killing me-

[Ugh. He's never had a hangover, but he can imagine this must be what it's like.]

[But as he starts getting his mind off the pain, he starts to think back how he got here. Walking in the Iskaulit, then he saw Winter and then-]

[- cue Allen trying to get up way faster than he should considering how banged up he is]

- Winter! Shit- Where is he?! Is he still here??

[How long was he out?? Was Winter still on a rampage- who else had been hurt?]

[Why does he know so many heroic idiots who want to save everyone?

Mikleo reaches out and clamps a hand down on Allen's shoulder, trying to force him back down with a scowl.]

Stop that, you're in no condition to fight right now.

[And at the same time, Clay wraps an arm around the back of Allen's shoulders while the other holds the shoulder opposite of him, also trying to bring him back down.]

Hey, no. Take it slow, okay? There hasn't been any other commotion since I got here, so it sounds like whatever happened, it's over.

[You two suck. But thanks to their combined efforts and the fact Allen is now dizzy from trying to get up so fast- they're able to bring him back down onto the floor pretty easy.]

But-!

[He wants to help! Except, it sounds like whatever happened, finished while he was out- at least according to Clay. Not that'll stop his shonen concern though]

- He wasn't being himself. Did anyone else get hurt?

It sounds like there were a lot of injuries.

[He's assuming Clay would know better, though, so he glances over expectantly.]

[He winces at that, like he doesn't want to deal with it anymore. But... Allen saying that just reminds him that there are more out there who need help. Clay gives Allen's shoulder a squeeze and then, reluctantly, he starts to pull back.]

Yeah. There've been a lot of people who got hurt. I've been trying to help - and I need to keep helping.

[And he looks at where he... thinks Mikleo is?]

Mikleo, could you look after Allen? I need to go.

[He looks between the two. A lot of injuries? Damn...this was really bad. He can't help but feel pangs of guilt. He should've done more to prevent this, somehow-]

[But before he has a chance to work that out in his mind, Clay's getting up to go- talking about needing to help. And asking Mikleo to look after him...?]

[Even if his head hurts, even if he's injured himself- the stubborn streak that makes him refuse to quit still shows up.]

If there's people hurt, let me- [correcting himself as he glances at Mikleo] - us come with. We can help.

[Oh for goodness sake, this is beyond absurd-

Mikleo reaches one hand out to grab Clay's sleeve, and pulls out his comm with the other. HE'S CALLING YOU, IDIOT, DON'T GO ANYWHERE.]

Allen -

[He's about to tell Allen no, he's still got a head injury to deal with, but then he feels his sleeve getting pulled. And when he looks, there's... no one there. God, he's never going to get used to the whole invisible friend thing.

But oh, there's the comm! He blinks, then pulls out his own communicator, which he's been keeping on his hip to answer whoever needed him after his call for help.]

Yeah?

[No sense in wasting any time with this.]

You called for healers- that's what I'm here for. And we both know he's just being stubborn. He's in no state to get involved again.

I suggest you get him somewhere safe and make him lie down, before you do anything else. Let me go and help with healing the others.

[Looking at you, Allen. If you won't listen to a medic, at least listen to the boyfriend?]

[Okay... okay. Getting some clear instructions that make sense is a lot more comforting than remember your training, remember your training, remember your training in very basic first aid that's nowhere close to this. He lets out a shaky sigh, finally letting out a bit of the tension and stress that had been building up for a while.]

Right... That's right, Nami's helping treat people with minor injuries. [He looks at Allen, trying and failing to hide the pleading expression on his face.] Come on, I'll take you there.

I'm not being-

[He starts, fully ready to argue. Fully ready to fight. Simply because that's what he does. He doesn't stop moving, even when he's hurt himself. Not when there's other people who need help]

[But it's Clay's pleading look that makes him falter, at least falter enough to actually think. Or at least, have the thought that Clay was...frankly out of place in this situation. He wasn't one of the medics or experienced to situations like this. He probably just happened on this bad situation and was doing what he could to help, like Clay did]

[Which...probably meant this wasn't the best time to make him deal with his boyfriend's more argumentative side. God knows he made that mistake one too many times with Lenalee.]

[So, he gives out a sigh, and looks clearly unhappy about this, but-]

Fine. Let's go.

[He'll be good B\ ]

Thank you.

[And thank goodness, this means there's one less person to worry about. He takes a quick moment to make sure Allen's stable, then stands up.]

Please, call me if anything changes.

[With that, he'll leave them to look after each other. There's work to be done.]

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