Cloud knew he should be taking the opportunity to check out the rec field during the day. The fresh air would be a welcome change from the crowded stuffiness the Institute usually provided, and he would have a chance to scope out the area when it wasn't all under the cover of darkness. When offered a choice, however, he remained in the sun room
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He glanced up again at her comment, a little hesitant and halfway surprised that she hadn't immediately said it was a terrible idea or laughed at him or something. "You...think so?" he asked, not bothering to try to hide his reaction. "I mean, it...I've heard about so many people getting hurt, and there aren't enough healers for every group to have one with them, but I, I don't want to spend more nights just sitting around waiting for people." Sometimes it was good to wait in the clinic, he supposed, but when nobody could get to the clinic....
"I saw a, a 'search and rescue' group on the board once, maybe they'd be willing to work with us? Or, or there might be fighters who would be willing to help. They could help us carry wounded people?"
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"Yeah. I know someone posted up on the bulletin about a club that does that kind of thing, but it sounds like whoever was running it isn't doing it anymore. Probably could use some reorganization. And if things are spread so thin like that, I don't think it would hurt for the groups to work together," she tapped her chin with the end of her pen before making a few more notes in her journal. Of course, gathering up the people and getting them to work was the hard part. Even if they were in a sinking ship, sometimes people were more likely to stay and go down with it than to trust someone new to help bail them out.
"With all your ideas, I'm surprised you're not running it. Is that how they did things where you're from?"
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"No? Um. Mm, well, you're right. We don't have enough people to really spread out into a lot of different groups," he agreed, staring down at the journal without really seeing it. He hadn't seen a lot of healers speaking up on the bulletin, although there were a few who apparently knew a little of more ordinary first-aid methods, and they could definitely be useful. "It seems like people are arguing too much about which group they are and who's in charge, and...that makes it hard to get anything done."
He absently stuck the end of his pen in his mouth and nibbled on it as he considered, then froze in place briefly as she spoke again. "Er." Hanatarou glanced up again, wide-eyed and startled. "M-me? I don't, uh, n-no. I, I was...in charge of a, er, paramedic squad at home, but...I'm...." Not very visible? Useless? "I shouldn't run anything."
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