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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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Iskaulit [She should type more here or call him, but she's still feeling a little dazed. Hard to focus on the screen.]

Edited 2016-06-10 19:07 (UTC)

[ there's so much noise, so much racket, but he still practically jumps out of his skin when his communicator beeps. it's kitty. that's good. that means she's alive, she's conscious. she's well enough to type - oh god. so much for hoping she wasn't involved.

she's here. ]

where? i'm here

Are you okay? [It's funny even now she's not misspelling words or skipping capitalization or punctuation. But it's taking her a lot longer to do it. Somewhere in the process she forgot his question.]

KITTY WHERE R U

[ he doesn't have time for punctuation or proper capitalization or answering this question (though he feels like he has - no he's not ok, he's freaking out). but seeing her calm reply does help a little - if things were bad she couldn't do that, could she? unless she's dictating to someone else -- or wasting energy she should be using for getting help or resting up on reassuring and worrying about him. it's a very kitty thing to do, he feels. it's not helping anymore.

he won't be sidetracked; until he sees her with his own two eyes, he's tunnel visioned. ]

[The reply is achingly slow as she looks at those letters and they don't make sense to her. Blame not coming from the texting age, but also blame the concussion. Finally, she switches it to video and holds it out for him to see plants. She's in the garden.

She was looking for a towel in there and water to wash off her claws. She doesn't show herself on screen.]

[ she isn't showing herself and that scares him, but the second he recognizes her surrounding he takes off running, not bothering to hold the camera to his face, he just speaks into the mic as he runs, the screen a dizzying blend of skin and walls ]

I'm coming. I'll be right there.

[ it's a short run, but it feels like it lasts a lifetime, and his panic has him panting by the time he makes it to the garden. turning his head wildly from side to side he looks like the madman he's afraid of becoming - ruffled, sweaty, covered in the blood of others. ]

Kitty!

[ his voice is high pitched, hysterical, almost. and then he spots her.

oh god. he runs to her side, falling to his knees, his heart feeling like it's forgotten how to beat as he takes in the state of her. he's seen much worse out there, but as horrible as it may make him - none of those people were kitty. he should have brought a first aid kit. he should have dragged in a doctor. how did this happen, with her powers? how did this happen - at all? ] Let me see -

[She'd hoped to get cleaned up before he saw her, but no such luck.] It looks worse than it is.

[She lowers the clump of paper towels she'd found so he can better see the wound in her scalp. It's not particularly serious though her hair is matted with blood now.]

[ he can't really tell much by looking at it - he's only had a few lessons with beverly so far, and he hasn't really been around injuries much since he was a kid (and those were seen to by doctors, not him) - but he has to do something. he gently takes those towels from her, and tries to stop the bleeding, like he was taught. ]

We'll get you help -- is there anything else?

Hey, help is fine. But I'm okay. [She reaches out to squeeze his arm. Sorry, there might have been blood on her hand.] Other people need the resources out there first. I know what to watch for. [Though she's also working extra hard to seem alert for his sake. She's tired and dizzy and focusing is effort.]

[ he seen so much blood today, you'd think it wouldn't faze him anymore, but all he can think of when he sees that bloodied hand was her telling him how tired she is of fighting. this isn't fair. the best thing they had to say about the fleet is that it was safe. ]

What happened?

There was a little girl. I heard her calling for help. I didn't make it in time, but Nami got her out of the way while I faced off against him.

[ a little girl. what kind of monstrosity are they sailing through space with? ]

Who's him? Who did this? [ why? what could anyone possibly have to gain from this? out there, he was too busy making himself useful to ask any questions. but now, they all start rushing through his head one after the other, as he tries to keep his cool and focus on taking care of that injury, and being strong for kitty because she has been strong enough. ]

He wasn't acting like himself, Winn. [Kitty Pryde, protecting small children and their attackers.]

[ she hit her head. are they even having the same conversation? unless...no, it couldn't have been kurt, she wouldn't be out here if it were kurt, she'd be by his side.

it doesn't matter. they can talk about this later.

he leans in to press the softest of kisses to her forehead. ]

Ok. It's ok. We'll deal with that later. I'm taking you to a medbay, you need to get checked out.

I can wait. [She closes her eyes, feeling dizzy.]

Hey - hey. I don't know a lot about head injuries but I'm pretty sure staying awake is rule number one. Come on - talk to me.

[ he checks the state of the bleeding - once it'll stop he's determined to get her out of here and into some professional care whether she likes it or not. he's not losing her. no way. ]

[It's not trickling down anymore. Just lightly beading up. She forces her eyes open.] Winn, why did you come here? [Realizing it's not as normal for him to just happen to be here.]

There was a message - they asked for medical help I've been - taking lessons. Though I'm not really that far past the apply pressure on the wound and call a real doctor stage -

[ he tries for a small smile that doesn't really reach his anywhere. he should have invested more in these lessons. he will, from now on. ]

And I just -- I dunno, got this psychic feeling that if there was trouble - I was gonna find most of the people I care about in the middle of it. [ the trouble with surrounding himself with superheroes. though he's mercifully been spared from seeing the most important people to him in the worst of it. ]

I didn't realize you'd been taking lessons. [Always so busy, Winn.]

I'm okay. Really. [There's a pause as she thinks about someone else who is going to be overprotective.] I'm going to need to be on the Windrose tonight. [She's not saying he can't be with her. She'd prefer that he is.]

You know me, always up to 300 things -

[ he strokes her cheek with his free hand. ]

Yeah, I'm still gonna need a real doctor to confirm that. [ for the first time, he leaves no room for discussion. having to be strong for her is all that's keeping him from falling apart. it's going to be a while before he feels comfortable leaving her side - but when that happens? he's going to need a lot of hugs from his best friend. maybe this time, instead of hiding in his room and having her happen upon him - he'll try asking for some.

he hates that they're on different ships now. his protective instincts demand he finds a way to clone himself and stay with both of them. ]

Tell me when you feel ready to move, I'll take us back. [ he really hopes adrenaline is on his side today, because he just really wants to be able to carry her back without having to ask for help. ]

I promise there will be a real doctor. I just wanted them to have time with the ones who can't walk and talk on their own. [WHICH SHE CAN! No one is carrying her, overprotective boyfriend. Gosh!]

Edited 2016-06-11 02:47 (UTC)

[ she has a head injury! what if she falls and makes it worse?

he was just out the with some of those people, and still his lips purse as she mentions the extent of their injuries. what the hell happened. why did this happen. can he change his answer about not wanting to hurt the atroma? because he's feeling a more vindictive sort of rage after soaking up in this bloodbath. ]

Are you too sore for a hug? [ because he really needs to hug her. he's just so relieved that she's not one of those people. ]

[Then you are welcome to tell her you told her so.]

I have never been too sore for a hug. I feel pretty good except for the headache.

[ he doesn't want to tell her that, he wants to keep it from happening!

gently, he wraps his arms around her, burying his head in her neck for a moment - that's all the indulging he's letting himself have in all the feelings swirling through his head, just a few seconds of sinking into his need for comfort - before straightening his head and kissing her cheek softly. ]

I love you so much. [ she had him so scared. ]

[She hugs him back, hoping not to get blood on him, but she probably is.] I love you too, Winn. I'm sorry I'm scaring you. [She doesn't need mind or bracket reading abilities to see that she is.]

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