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

[geonomy]

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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[passingthrough]

[Maybe you should try hanging out with Jennifer. Except...]

Promise. I'll do it for his nerves if nothing else. [She'll do it for herself too as long as there isn't an emergency there's nothing to justify her pushing herself into something more severe.]

[winn]

[ and here comes said nervous boyfriend, running, with that water; he has a glass, and a bottle, and a proper flashlight, too. he holds all these things up to simon so he can take whichever he needs. ]

How's it looking?

[pompous_today]

Thank you. Could you hold the flashlight up for me? [Simon offered Kitty the water bottle, then used the rest to clean some of the blood out of her hair and around the wound so that he could finally put a proper bandage on it.] Sip, don't gulp; I'd hate for you to pass out of dehydration as well. [Then, to Winn:] I'd like to take her back to the Bloodsport so I can run a brain scan. We're both thinking it's a concussion, but I'd like to see how severe it is, and if there's any other internal damage. Will you help me get her to a shuttle?

[passingthrough]

[She'll just hold still while he takes a look. At least until she has the water. She quietly follows instructions, but can't helps lightly rolling her eyes—on purpose, there is nothing wrong—when he asks for help getting her to a shuttle.] I can walk. I can also bite anyone who tries to carry me.

[winn]

Won't be my weirdest bite mark.

[ he tries to keep his tone light, but his eyes are quietly begging her. he's worried out of his mind. ]

Come on - doctor's orders.

[ he strokes her cheek gently and pockets his phone now that it's no longer needed. his lack of muscle mass is going to make this hard enough as it is, he's seriously hoping she's not going to fight him on this on top of it. then again, he's still worried enough to have adrenaline on his side. ] You can carry me if I ever need a brain scan, promise.

[ he tries to coax her into his arms. ]

[pompous_today]

[Undaunted by the biting threat- he'd definitely heard worse from patients- Simon finished dressing the wound and began packing away his supplies. He also didn't miss the looks, touches, and concern from Winn, and was rather glad he was here.]

We don't have to carry you, just support you along- but I do not want you to pass out and injure yourself further. If you can walk under your power, all the better, but I will most definitely be helping you along as much as I can.

[passingthrough]

[She stiffens and her eyes narrow at Winn's gentle coaxing. It's not the reaction she would normally want to be having, but she's injured and feeling vulnerable without being able to reliably phase yet. It puts her reactions much closer to a fight or flight place than that of logic. If he'd tried to pick her up, she would have fought him which isn't good for either of them or their relationship.

She gets to her feet and pulls away to put some distance between them more quickly than advisable, but she manages to stay comfortably on her feet. She would have accepted walking with support a few minutes ago, but now she's too wound up.] I said I can walk. [Voice firm.] Stay here and debate it or follow me.

[winn]

Kitty - [ he runs up to her side, not understanding where any of this is coming from. he wraps an arm around her, to support her the way he has when they came looking for simon. ] please, just let me help you. For me - I need this, ok?

[ he knows she's strong, he's never questioned it, not for a second. he's not sure what she's trying to prove here - but it's proven, it's done. if what will get her to accept help is him being weak - he's perfectly fine with it. ]

[pompous_today]

[Simon rushed to finish packing away his supplies and put the bloody ones in a separate bag for later disposal or cleaning once Kitty began walking away, but he hung back when he heard both of them speak, feeling like this was a moment he shouldn't intrude on- concern for his patient or no. He did follow them, but gave no comment, remaining vigilant in case Kitty did fall over.]

[passingthrough]

[She tenses and if she could have she would have phased in that moment then she would have and he would have grabbed nothing but air. As it is, she very pointedly stops herself from doing him harm when her next instinct is to send him to the floor. But this is Winn. She loves him. Her desire to protect him is stronger than the one to protect herself. She has to control herself, so she does. She says nothing because she doesn't trust her voice. She can't even bring herself to look at him, knowing that how she's acting isn't right and she can't pull it back far enough to apologize or explain. She just keeps walking, allowing him to hold her if not leaning on him.

Her path remains steady. She's pouring more effort into that than she should need to, but she's maintaining it.]

[winn]

[ he really has no idea why she's acting this way, but his knee-jerk reaction is that it's something he did. they'll talk about it later, though. all that matters now is that they'll get her help, and he's not saying anything that might make her decide to push him away after all, so he silently makes hi way to the shuttle, trying to support her as much as he can. ]

[pompous_today]

[And Simon decided to walk ahead of them, so that he could open the shuttle door and help the two of them get in, if they needed it, awkwardly clearing his throat.]

Ah- we'll head back to the Bloodsport to use my scanners, and afterwards you are welcome to stay or head back to your own ships as you wish.

[passingthrough]

Windrose. We have to get back there afterward. [And yes, she will fight you if you try to stop her. She takes a seat on the shuttle. Don't worry. She doesn't head for the pilot's. She knows she has limits even if she hates it.]

[winn]

Thank you.

[ he nods at simon, and even goes for giving him his best attempt at a smile. it's a pretty pathetic attempt, but this has been one of the absolute worst days of his life, and it feels like the worry and anxiety are either going to give him a heart attack, or make him explode into confetti.

he straps himself in next to kitty, hope you don't mind taking charge here simon because neither one of them is particularly fit for duty right at this second. ]

[pompous_today]

You're welcome.

[Simon returns the half smile- it's been a stressful day for him, too, but he was able to save everyone this time, and that was worth any sort of positivity he could muster. Who knew if Atroma was going to end up taking someone's life next time?

... He didn't want to think of that. Instead, he got into the pilot's seat, and off to the Bloodsport they were.]

[passingthrough]

[She's quiet a few beats longer before adding in.] Yeah, thanks. [She tries not to sound annoyed as she says it. She's not doing that great socially right now. But she is grateful to both of them and worried about the other people who were hurt and about Winter. And her body wants sleep powerfully and it's hard to fight while they're sitting here like this. She blinks slower and longer each time.]