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[grandstanding]

Who: Erik, Charles, Hank and Raven
Broadcast: nah
Action: the Blameless. warning for injury treatment, probably.
When: June 7th, shortly after this

[This is the second time in the span of seven days that Erik has had to pilot a shuttle while his vision isn't a hundred percent. It's almost a pattern, he thinks blearily to himself. Different causes, though. As the shuttle docks with the Blameless, he can't help but blow out a breath.

First step done. Now to get out.]

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[axiomed]

[ Once Charles is safely deposited onto one of the tables, he switches back with a choke. His chest was on fire and he digs his hands to the side, so he wouldn't grab his stomach and make it worse. There are bruises on his face and arms as well.

Russian. English. Winter. Daybreak. His head was pounding. ]

[beathach]

[once he's done patching Erik up Hank is immediately at Charles' side. Any of his lingering, panicked thoughts are shoved back, far past what he could pick up from surface thoughts. He isn't a telepath by any means but he's spent enough time with Charles to know how to keep what's left calm and focused. To keep his worries from bleeding out and affecting the other man.

And Raven was taking care of him, too. That helped put more of his worries to rest. He kneels down and grabs Charles' hand for a moment, squeezing]

Hey, it's your turn. [focus on me if you have to, he puts out there, as gentle as he knows how to]

[axiomed]

[ He blinks, unfocused before he realizes who is standing there. He manages a tentative smile. ]

I really couldn't, right now.

[beathach]

Mmm. [that's worrying, but he keeps that to himself. He eyes the bruises on Charles' face before he focuses down on the ice packs Raven got for him]

I need to look to see how badly they're broken - are you having any problems breathing, or is it just painful?

[axiomed]

[ It takes him a few minutes to answer. ]

Just painful. He kicked me a few times.

[beathach]

[he's quiet for a moment, before he shifts to sit carefully on the edge of the table, still grasping his hand]

Alright. Keep taking those slow breaths - did Raven give you anything for the pain? And has it kicked in yet?

[axiomed]

[ He struggles to organize his thoughts, as snatches of Winter's memories bleed through. ]

Y . . . Yes. I believe it has.

[beathach]

[this is the absolute worst. He's decided on that much]

You're not going to like this, but I have to - poke around to see how bad it is. I'll be as careful as I can, okay?

[axiomed]

[ He nods. ]

Of course, Hank.

[grandstanding]

[Erik slips over to him once Hank's ministrations are done. He touches Charles's cheek lightly, away from where the damage is.]

[axiomed]

[ He leans into that with a tired smile. ]

How are you feeling?

[grandstanding]

[He just grunts, tired. That's no real answer but he doesn't feel he needs to give one. Letting his gaze roam over Charles and the damage sustained, the dull sense of outrage flickers in him again.]

Better than you, most likely.

[axiomed]

[ He'd wave his hand flippantly if he could. Instead he reaches out to touch Erik's hand on his cheek. ]

I'm fine. Just a few fractured ribs.

[grandstanding]

Mmhmm. Think about what you'd tell me if I said the same.

[He perches carefully on the edge of the cot, taking the weight off his feet.]

[axiomed]

[ He huffs. Laughing was too dangerous right now. ]

In my defense, my mind's a little cluttered right now. I'll be properly admonished later.

[grandstanding]

You tried to warn me, didn't you.

[axiomed]

I tried a lot of things, I'm afraid. None of them quite worked the way I wanted them to.

[ownassets]

( It's not until a little after Charles's message that Moira arrives, the concerned expression on her face only growing after she sees the state of him. Cuts, bruises. Injured is- )

What happened?

( How did this happen? Where was he? So many other questions )

[axiomed]

[ He manages a weak smile. ]

I sort of collided against a man with a metal arm.

[ownassets]

( Charles )

How? Who were they?

[axiomed]

My captain. A man named Winter. It wasn't his fault.

[ownassets]

But something caused this to happen. Do you know what?

[axiomed]

[ He glances at the ceiling. ]

Yes. The Atroma. They slipped into his head and made him regress to a time when . . . he had to follow orders.

[ownassets]

( There's a pause, a chance for her to think on this. There was a lot more that Charles knew about this than Moira did - he knew the man, and perhaps even knew what was in his head, or the time when he'd had to follow orders. It's a little confusing not having all of the information, but Charles knows what he's doing )

Can he be pulled out of that?

[axiomed]

If I had a little more time, then yes.

[ It's certainly not something he's run into before. But with time and armed with hindsight, Charles knows that he could have done more. Should have done more.

He had gotten rusty. Let the old prejudices take shape and grip him tightly. He's never trusted himself, not after knowing that nobody trusted him.]