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.))

Comments

Action

[apurrstate]

I see. [He'd known already, but it was still something else to hear it said. There was still a small mercy in the fact it wasn't 'worse.'

His thoughts were a jumble, but one thing he knew was that he couldn't stay here in this hallway, looking at a man who'd become far more complicated in only a few words. He doesn't move from the hand on his shoulder, instead he tries to piece together a small smile that takes a lot more effort than it would normally. It was an attempt at his usual facade, but it took too much to force.]

Thank you for finally telling me. It makes a little more sense now. You, I mean.

[His hand goes to his hair and he steps away from Hawke's touch.]

I-ah...I should find Jon he's surely wondering where I've gone, we should get back... [He nods as though his prattling made sense.]

I'm sorry. I'll see you, Hawke.

[When he thought he could manage it without feeling that clawing in his throat.]

Action; wrap!

[wolfehawke]

Yes. Of course.

[It's all he can manage to say to Anders' retreating back. He feels chewed up and spit out, as if he'd just fought a long and arduous battle rather than have a conversation.

If this is what it's going to be like, he's not certain how long he can stomach being around Anders, and that alone makes him feel just a bit ill.]