Nightshift 43: Courtyard

[guyslikegames]

[from here]Landing in the courtyard, Yousuke immediately had his flashlight out, checking the grounds for anything that might jump right out at them. The chances of any place outside being safe enough for him and Souji to have their conversation in peace were slim, but this would at least get them away from whatever was in the yard they'd come

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[sanguinario]

Though he had never personally heard that whine of overhead weapons, he had heard in the minds of thousands: veteran soldiers, pilots, even current soldiers on leave. It was evidence enough to get the hell out of there.He managed to scramble to the top of the wall, following after Jun before the blast hit, sending him tumbling to the ground right after his roommate to land in a contorted heap

[sanguinario]

"I'd have saved myself these past miseries," he argued, even though it felt that safety was a luxury that had long been abandoned. Maybe it was better his heart didn't beat - he couldn't feel the increased heart rate and constricted veins that should have accompanied his pain.

It was unfortunate they couldn't just sit here in relative safety.

"I think I can." But Edward didn't move to stand immediately; even in his pain, he did need to attend the wounds. His face would be fine for the moment, but large patches of burned skin trailed up his arm and leg on his left side, the fringes of the cotton coat turned black around the edge of the angry red skin. Carefully, the vampire removed the outer patient coat, wincing when the cloth peeled away from melted skin. Luckily for him, the two layers had lessened the extent of his burns, and they were smaller than the pain would have him believe

[sanguinario]

Easier said than done. At any rate, however, Edward did agree with that thought... the main problem being where was safety? Even just a moment of it would give him enough time to thoroughly examine himself and Jun

[poolcuemurder]

[From here]

Master Zato! Master Zato!The name was on the tip of his tongue as he pushed out of the Cafeteria doors, shoulder aching from having rammed it into the metal in the rush to chase after what he was telling himself was just a sign of stress, but he didn't pay attention to either of those for long. He stumbled into the next area before regaining his balance and then kept running, trying to find where he had went, where he had gone to, where

[sanguinario]

The night wasn't getting better.

Edward ignored Jun's silent snub, though he was honestly amazed the boy could walk on his injuries directly, especially with the way his own entire left side was sending wave after wave of pain through him. He was lucky his burns didn't need to continually touch anything. His roommate was right - it was important for them to move with haste.

Which was why he followed Jun's eyes curiously as the shorter boy looked behind him; he hadn't heard anything, and nothing was there in the darkness.

What he heard - voices - seemed to be in front of them. Snapping his head back there, he was only met with more darkness, a never-ending curtain of it.

More hallucinations? It wouldn't be so surprising -

The thought was cut off with one that was entirely other, sending a shock of pain that was separate from his peeling skin. A source of static was approaching, and between the white noise were... thoughts.

The vampire actually felt relief. His head wasn't broken

[poolcuemurder]

He tried to ignore the uncomfortable sounds emitting from the intercom and the feeling of staring eyes (from the look on the strangers' faces, he wasn't alone in that feeling. Was this happening to everyone? What was going on here?), instead focusing on the injured man's question. First aid stations? He shook his head, recalling the night before vividly. They had followed that same train of logic when both Alkaid and Spock were injured, but nothing good came of it. Chances of them reaching the area they needed to be were slim anyhow, especially with everything in their way

[sanguinario]

The vampire wasn't disappointed with the first of the other man's answer. Anything useful - gauze, antibiotics, anything he'd normally have at hand - would, of course, be kept behind closed (and locked) doors. Even so, there might be something that could be used as makeshift bandages, even if he couldn't find what he was specifically looking for.

It was for the better that Edward was quite accustomed to ignoring mental voices, because in the middle of the stranger's explanation his roommate's voice began lifting over the white noise, a chanted mantra a vague outline of a girl - maybe a woman? He wasn't surprised to know Jun's thoughts were laced with pain.

So his hearing had become selective, apparently. Wonderful."I appreciate the help," he said truthfully, breaking eye contact (or where he assumed the man's eyes were) with the other to look down at the rawest part of his burn, a licking of blood-red skin inching towards his shoulder. The skin had swelled and blistered, turning the color of too-rare steak with practically the same