M35 (Clinic)

[forgot_it_all]

The intercom announcement didn't exactly make Ritsuka feel very safe. It was a blatant reference to Pandora and even if it wasn't, the message was ominous enough to send a chill down anyone's spine. Taking the notice, Ritsuka went over to the door and opened it cautiously. He didn't like the idea of forcing the Clinic on Nataku, but for now, he

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[rocksthecourt]

Kidou. A rejection. Mending bones through healing. This was Klavier's first time hearing any of this. Just a few dozen more items to add to the growing list of Things That Make No Sense. This place was completely ridiculous. Though if anything, this little display proved that 'divine healing power' was nothing but a dream, no matter what this Vice Captain Hinamori thought it was. Whatever she'd tried had backfired for the worse.

He was actually too busy looking at her to immediately notice what the victim was doing. This woman looked dazed. Or perhaps she was frightened? Taken aback? There were still traces of blood coming from her nose. Klavier was about to suggest she go lie down on a bed herself when he noticed the man had sat himself up.

What the-- Was he out of his mind?!

"Achtung! Don't move around! You'll injure yourself even more." Though at this point, it was hard to imagine he could inflict any more harm to himself than the so called 'staff' here. He held a hand up as though to push him back down, but instead only gestured for him to lie back down. If he insisted on getting up, though, he would push him back. "It was hard enough getting you here without your lungs getting punctured. Don't make it worse."

[hajike_tobiume]

Momo was silent for a long moment as she tried to process what had happened. This man said he'd been healed before. Her healing had hurt him. She set her hand down in her lap, her gaze focused on a spot on the bed before her and not the man she'd accidentally hurt.

"I must be broken then," she whispered, barely audible, her voice taking on an almost unemotional tone. "I'm sorry. I'll leave now and let someone else wrap your chest with standard first aid."

[madeinthehrl]

[from below]

Everything had happened too quickly for Soma to react, which was in itself unusual. But as soon as she'd managed to deal with the shock of Hinamori's hands glowing like that - as soon as she'd managed to quell the little voice that said that maybe the vice captain hadn't been lying about her 'demon arts' after all - she'd been distracted by the injured man apparently getting worse, after that, she was too busy gauging everyone else's reactions to worry about her own.

But surely there was something she could do here. It was, after all, in high-pressure situations that she truly thrived. Pushing aside her thoughts for the moment, she stepped forward.

"I know first aid," she said, quietly but clearly. "Can I help, vice captain?"

[31st_of_china]

[you're talking to just momo right? if not, I fail.]

Sanzo didn't say anything as Momo dropped her eyes. The worry and hurt wasn't hard to see in that face, along with something else, the way her tone changed like that. Enough to make him rethink the lying angle. Maybe she really was telling the truth after all; she really hadn't meant for that effect. Maybe Landel'd tampered with her abilities. Who knew?

But it didn't change the end result of what'd just happened. He wasn't about to bullshit to her otherwise, that it was alright, that he didn't feel like he'd just nearly had his heart pulled from his chest. He wasn't Hakkai.

Instead, the monk didn't say anything, dropping it for now. Another woman had showed up, saying something to Momo.

The man next to him - he still didn't have a name to that face - was suddenly protesting as Sanzo awkwardly sat up. It was his turn to get pinned by a glare. Maybe he scored a few points with Sanzo for carrying him here and not taking the gun, but that didn't mean he was spared.

"I have unfinished business: I'm not going to lie around," the monk replied. He looked at the patient's hand where it was, as if daring it to try and stop him. "Where did that son of bitch go?"

[rocksthecourt]

Hinamori looked sincerely regretful that she'd made the situation worse rather than helping. It was pretty obvious she hadn't done it purposely. Still, it was dangerous to be messing around with whatever it was she had been doing. 'Spiritual energy' as she'd called it. What it really was, he couldn't be sure, but one would think a person would save the drastic measures as a last resort, after using conventional means.

Thankfully, another woman appeared. One using the familiar term of 'first aid.' Maybe he had some hope of surviving yet as long as people weren't going to start trying voodoo and acupuncture.

The victim spoke up while the two women talked, fixing him with a harsh look. It made Klavier frown. Not as though he weren't accustomed to getting such looks from defendants, but it was hardly something to expect from an injured man.

"You're not in any condition to go anywhere," he said firmly. This man's ribs were broken and he'd just suffered who knows how bad of an additional internal injury. What did he possibly think he could do in such a state? And here Kristoph thought Klavier was the one being reckless.

"If you're talking about the man you were fighting with, he left quite a while ago," he continued. "But it's still not safe to venture outside. He said he didn't plan to go very far. He doesn't expect to go any further than the west-most hallway. And from the sounds of things he planning to continue his violent rampage. He said he would be wherever there was fire."

Another reckless idiot if he'd ever seen one. Pressure from staying here was understandable, but going berserk and lashing out like this would only do more harm than good. And what kind of imbecile would even think of setting a fire in this building (or any building really, but that was beside the point). There would be far too many casualties. It was starting to look like even staying in the patient rooms wouldn't be very safe tonight...

"Anyway, you'd best stay in here. If you go wandering around you'll likely run across him again." And there might not be someone to help you next time.

[hajike_tobiume]

Momo did not look up at Soma when the woman spoke to her. She didn't want the pilot to see the emptiness in her eyes, the resignation she felt.

"Yes, Peries-san. If he will allow it, best to wrap his torso tightly to keep his ribs in place." She slowly got to her feet and turned away, choosing not to look at either the man she'd hurt, the one who'd brought him in, or Soma. She looked for Raine, only to find the half-elf had already left. Taking a cloth from the box she'd brought in, the shinigami set about cleaning her face, coughing a few times in the process.

[madeinthehrl]

It was clear enough to Soma how much the other man wanted to get back up despite his injuries, and she understood the feeling all too well. But it was also clear enough to her that whatever Hinamori had done, whether intentionally or otherwise, hadn't helped in the slightest. Quite the contrary, judging by the bleeding.

There had been plenty of gauze in the box Hinamori had brought with her, and she picked up a roll, turning to the injured man and addressing him directly this time.

"This man - " a nod at the apparently German man - "is right. We don't know how much your condition may have worsened as a result of what just happened. I don't know enough about medicine to treat internal injuries, but I can at least wrap your chest."

[31st_of_china]

Momo had turned away, as the newcomer stepped in.

Sanzo roughly wiped at the blood trickling from his nose, frowning at both the new woman and the man. Why the hell did it feel like he was getting ganged up on? It reminded him of the rare times when Goku, Gojyo and Hakkai actually managed to put up a united front. Sanzo had decided that he didn't care for it. He wasn't liking it now either.

At least the woman wasn't completely setting her foot down like the blond was. She seemed to recognize the urgency here, which was something Sanzo approved of. Instead of insisting, she was offering to do the best she could and step back. Which was just fine with him. The last thing he wanted right now was to roll over, even if each breath and little motion was killing him right now.

"Fine, do it," the monk told her. At least bandaging he could keep an eye on.

Sanzo's gaze switched to the man. If he'd meant for that to be a warning of where not to go, it wasn't working. It just gave him a clear picture of where to find that fucker. Running into him again was exactly the point.

What the hell was this about fire?

"I'm not your concern," Even if he'd taken the time to drag him here. Sanzo was his own responsibility in the end. He certainly wasn't going to hide in here. "I'm not letting Homura run around unchecked."

[rocksthecourt]

Stubborn. As expected with this type. It was tenacious, illogical people like this who healed quickly; then either died young or, by some miracle, lived longer lives than anyone else. And if the man had room to throw a fit in the state he was in, he would be just fine.

No matter. Klavier was sure the man wouldn't be leaving. It would be impressive if he could even manage to walk across the room after getting wrapped up, let alone go looking for a fight. Besides, the helpers seemed to be on his side. They likely wouldn't just let him up and leave.

"Perhaps," he said with a somewhat amused laugh. "But it might benefit you more to sit still until you've recovered. There's only so much one man is capable of." He placed his hands on his hips, suddenly all smiles out of nowhere. "But as you said, it's not supposed to be my concern, ja?" He turned his smile to the volunteer helpers as though expressing gratitude before turning back for the door.

Homura, hm? He could have sworn he'd heard that name before. It was so familiar. Whoever this was, it was a dangerous individual. One more person to look out for. Klavier couldn't very well let someone like that 'run around unchecked' himself.

These people. They have to make everything so complicated.

[out to here]

[hajike_tobiume]

Momo glanced up when the blonde man passed by her on his way out. Hopefully, she'd be able to leave as well soon enough. At least the injured man was going to let Soma bind his torso.

Moving closer to the door, Momo leaned against the closet. How could that have happened? She'd never heard of healing kidou reversing like that. It wasn't happening to the other shinigami or any of the healers; she'd have heard about it by now. That meant it had to be her.

One thing she knew for certain - she wasn't going to try to heal anyone else. She was broken.

[madeinthehrl]

Soma nodded in silent approval as she got to work. If it had been her in the same situation, she couldn't have said she would have listened to reason as easily. It had taken the threat of sedation to get her to back down yesterday.

She hadn't done this since basic training; pilots got their share of broken ribs from being thrown around their cockpits, but she'd never actually had to do any of the work in the field. The HRL hadn't created her to be a medic. As far as she knew, broken ribs weren't even supposed to be bound any more - why bother when they could be regenerated? - but this man seemed dead set on walking with them. The best she could do was try to keep the bones from shifting.

She stepped back at last, surveying her work with some hesitation. The gauze had been inexpertly wrapped around Sanzo's chest, but it held without restricting his breathing and she supposed it would have to do.

"I should tell you not to move too much with that," she said simply, "but I think you would probably ignore me anyway."

[31st_of_china]

The monk sat still while she got to work. She was quick, efficient, even if the wrapping itself wasn't done with exactly the same clinical care that Hakkai might've put into it. It bound his chest enough to bring it down to a dull ache. It'd have to do.

The woman took a step back, seemingly checking the bandages, before giving one last warning. Unlike that man, she recognized that he didn't have the time or patience to lie back and wait.

"Noted."

Sanzo closed his eyes, sucked in another small breath that didn't quite go down, and pushed himself to his feet. The monk swayed a little. But he was on his feet, and it was a start. He was alive still, and he knew where he needed to go.

He gave the woman a small nod of thanks as he passed. Momo, Sanzo gave one last lingering glance, face unreadable as he unsteadily walked out.

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[hajike_tobiume]

The shinigami was unable to look up as the man passed by her in his determination to chase after whatever, whomever, had originally injured him. She simply stepped back to make sure he had more than enough room to get by her small frame. It wasn't needed, but she was afraid that even her touch would hurt him at this point.

Once he was out the door, then Momo looked up at his back just before he disappeared from sight. Drawing a deep breath, she turned her blind side toward Soma. "Shall we?"

[madeinthehrl]

Soma watched silently as the injured man walked out. She hadn't really treated him by any stretch of the imagination; she only hoped that the bandages would hold. It was a strange thing to feel so inadequate so soon.

As for Hinamori - Soma still wasn't sure what to think about everything, now that she actually had time to process what had just happened. Regardless of whatever those powers had done, it was hard for her to deny that they were just that - powers - and she had no idea how to react. She wasn't even sure whether the man's injuries worsening had been intentional, though the feelings practically radiating off of Hinamori made her lean strongly toward the latter. In that case, what had happened?

Hinamori's voice broke off her train of thought. Soma straightened, nodding slightly. "Yes, ma'am."

[hajike_tobiume]

Momo nodded her head and left the Clinic, away from another place of failure. She didn't even look back, though she felt this may be the last time she ever set foot inside the place of healing. She wasn't capable of that anymore, thus she didn't belong there.

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