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

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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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[Yes I know I already had a thread on this post but shhhh, I forgot to include an open portion on it]

[After Mikleo and Clay found Allen and treated him some, he was taken to the Space Bar along with other wounded people. He's better off than a lot of the others. He's got some bad looking cuts and bruises - especially one on his head, but it's nothing that won't heal up on their own given enough time.]

[If anything, he's bordering twitchy that he's been barred from helping out the people still out there thanks to the head injury. He hates sitting still after something like this, it made him think about things he didn't want to think about. Especially, what could have possibly set Winter off.]

[So, you might find him sitting at a table, attempting to bandage himself up in a determined manner (there were other people more hurt than he was, the least he can do is not use up their resources). Or, if you're nearby, trying to check up on your character on the fly]

Are you okay?

[With healers, doctors, and medics outside taking care of things, Clay isn't really needed anymore. Which means he's off in the corner of the bar, one arm on the wall to help keep him balanced with the other hand gripping into his knee a bit while he's bent at the waist, trying to keep down the churning in his stomach. If he were back on his ship, he wouldn't have a problem getting rid of his breakfast, but there are people here who probably don't need to see that happening. It's a constant battle here, and the cold sweat on his face is proof of that.

When Allen comes by to check on him, Clay's so wrapped up in his own head that he doesn't really realize he's talking to him, or that he even talked in the first place. So there's no answer at first, just him leaning forward to rest his forehead against his arm, which in turn smears a bit of blood on him. He tries not to notice that fact.]

Edited 2016-06-10 21:11 (UTC)

[Yeah Clay is...not looking good. He looks concerned when he doesn't respond, putting his hand on his shoulder to try to get his attention again]

Clay?

[The touch makes him jerk a bit, as he wasn't expecting it, and he looks at Allen for a second. Well, that totally broke his concentration, and so, well...

BYE.

Rather, Clay feels all the telltale signs of being unable to stop the sickness in his stomach, so he'll just pull himself away without a word and head straight to the bathroom at a quick pace.

He held off as long as he could, at least!]

[.......................................]

[Well. That's a blow to the good old self-esteem. ]

[Yeah okay babe you deal with that

Clay, meanwhile, is gonna be over here dealing with the fact that the delicious breakfast he had earlier today is now gone. And also the fact that there's still blood all over his sleeves, hands, and pants, and that just makes him feel worse.

Yup, gonna be here in the bathroom for a little while.]

[Yeah after a moment of recovering from the weird and giving it a minute? Allen is heading over to the bathroom and knocking on the door]

Clay? Are you okay?

I'm fff... ugh.

[Nope, he's not okay. He's got the door itself locked, just out of habit, plus he kind of doesn't want Allen to see the mess he made. There's something about looking particularly terrible in front of the boyfriend and all.]

[Uh yeah, you can bet he tests the door on it. But sure enough, it's locked. Sure, he could easily break the lock, but he's considerate enough to know that property damage in someone's bar isn't cool.]

Anything I can do?

Mmm... water?

[After he cleans himself up and washes his mouth out and whatnot. Much easier to drink from a cup than trying to use his bloody hands to do so.]

Water?

[Luckily Allen can assume he means a glass of water since you know, he's already in the bathroom.]

Um, okay. I'll go get a glass of water. I'll be right back.

[And off he goes to get that! WHich he'll return shortly]

[By the time Allen gets back, the sink is running as Clay tries to wash his hands thoroughly, then his mouth... then his face, not only because he still feels horrible, but there's still blood there, too. There's not much he can do about his clothes right now, so he'll just. Have to try not looking at them.

It's a few more minutes when Clay finally opens the door, looking pale, but a little cleaner at least.]

Hey.

Hey.

[He offers the glass of water, as he looks over him up and down to see how he's looking]

Feel any better?

[And he sure did down that glass of water in five seconds flat.

Once he's done, Clay lets out a long sigh, the coolness a huge relief. Still, he'll answer Allen's question while keeping his gaze down at the glass.]

Not really.

Is it all the blood?

[He knows how queasy and squeamish Clay can get about that stuff. If anything, it says a lot he's been able to hold it together this long]

Yeah. And... just seeing everybody so hurt. [He winces and shuts his eyes, like he's trying to fight back another wave of bile in his stomach.] Wrath had it really bad.

[He reaches over to put his hand on Clay's shoulder, giving it a squeeze]

Wrath will be alright. Beverly's her doctor. She's the best doctor in the fleet.

[He would touch Allen's hand in return, but he doesn't really want his sleeve touching him and getting blood on him, even though it's almost dried at this point. Instead, he leans a little towards the touch to show that he's grateful for it.]

I know. It's why I brought her over there.

[There's a small pause as he still looks downward, and:] I really need to change my clothes. [Because he's sure that's another thing that keeps making him feel so awful.]

[He tilts his head at him.]

Do you want to go? I think I left a change of clothes up in our spot.

... To be honest, I don't think I want to go out in that hall again for a little while.

[At least until it's somewhat cleaned. And besides...]

What about you? There's people here to take care of, and you've still got that head wound... [He reaches his hand up, as if to touch Allen's temple, though stops himself and just lets his hand hover in the air before doing so.]

Edited 2016-06-11 02:42 (UTC)

...Alright, we can wait.

[He's not exactly in a rush to see all that blood and debris either. Or the Allen shaped hole in a one of those empty stores.]

[But he gives Clay a reassuring smile]

I'm fine, Clay. He just got lucky and landed a good hit on me, that's all.

[He mulls over that, letting it roll around in his head a little... then finally really looks at Allen, giving him a half smile - it's a bit strained, but it's there.]

I know you could've kicked his butt easily, but I'd still say it was more like a few good hits.

[His hand lowers slightly before he brings it back up again, this time really touching Allen's temple, though it's gentle just in case]

I saw you were patching yourself up a little. Anything you can't reach?

Just a few! [Gosh] I landed plenty of good hits myself!

[He does appreciate the gentle touch though, since yeah that spot is still sore]

Um...just a couple cuts on my back from the glass, I think. But don't worry, they aren't that bad and I'm sure you've seen enough blood by now.

Come on, you. [He moves his hand to hold Allen's shoulder instead, directing him to a seat.] We should at least get them disinfected and bandaged. If not by me, then someone else who knows how to do it.

Alright, alright. [He'll let himself be directed to the seat, sitting down. ]

You should sit down too though, before you pass out on your feet.

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