001 | recovery
Who: Terra and Micaiah
When: The day after the battle.
Where: Terra's room, Chaos base
What: Terra's in bad shape after the battle. Micaiah offers to help.
Type: Log
Notes/Warnings: Blood/bad injury? That's about it.
Terra had done the best he could.
He'd gone the rest of the battle in a semi-conscious state, gun in hand, waiting for mannequins or another of Cosmos' warriors to attack. Thankfully, no one else stumbled across him. And for some reason, his last opponent had spared his life, even though he'd fallen unconscious and had been left completely vulnerable. Had it been an act of mercy, or had he been hoping Terra would die from this wound the slow, painful way?
If he left it, maybe he would. After the battle, he'd found some medical equipment in his room and had clumsily cleaned and bandaged his leg, and while that might have sufficed for an ordinary cut, this was a gunshot wound in his thigh. Master Eraqus had drilled him enough on non-magical methods of wound treatment in emergencies for him to know that if he left this any longer, infection might claim him, if not blood loss. With his own mortality staring him in the face, he had no choice but to ask for help.
Lying on his bed in the place that had recreated his room from his home world -- a home which no longer existed -- Terra stared listlessly at the communication crystal in his hand. He was completely reliant on the generosity of his teammates. While the gods had been merciful enough to give him back his own powers, he was in no state to be casting even low-level magic. He knew Ven would help him in a heartbeat if he could, but with Terra unable to travel far from Chaos' base, he'd be endangering his friend. Not to mention he hated the idea of Ven seeing him so vulnerable. He was supposed to be the strong one, the one Ven could rely on to always protect him, no matter what. He didn't want Ven to lose that trust in him... to see him as weak.
So instead, he'd accepted the help of the girl called Micaiah. She seemed genuine in her desire to help, but he was still on edge. After being betrayed so many times, he was expecting the worst, especially of anyone who served Chaos. He had his Keyblade, at least, if it came to that.
For now, all he could do was wait.
When: The day after the battle.
Where: Terra's room, Chaos base
What: Terra's in bad shape after the battle. Micaiah offers to help.
Type: Log
Notes/Warnings: Blood/bad injury? That's about it.
Terra had done the best he could.
He'd gone the rest of the battle in a semi-conscious state, gun in hand, waiting for mannequins or another of Cosmos' warriors to attack. Thankfully, no one else stumbled across him. And for some reason, his last opponent had spared his life, even though he'd fallen unconscious and had been left completely vulnerable. Had it been an act of mercy, or had he been hoping Terra would die from this wound the slow, painful way?
If he left it, maybe he would. After the battle, he'd found some medical equipment in his room and had clumsily cleaned and bandaged his leg, and while that might have sufficed for an ordinary cut, this was a gunshot wound in his thigh. Master Eraqus had drilled him enough on non-magical methods of wound treatment in emergencies for him to know that if he left this any longer, infection might claim him, if not blood loss. With his own mortality staring him in the face, he had no choice but to ask for help.
Lying on his bed in the place that had recreated his room from his home world -- a home which no longer existed -- Terra stared listlessly at the communication crystal in his hand. He was completely reliant on the generosity of his teammates. While the gods had been merciful enough to give him back his own powers, he was in no state to be casting even low-level magic. He knew Ven would help him in a heartbeat if he could, but with Terra unable to travel far from Chaos' base, he'd be endangering his friend. Not to mention he hated the idea of Ven seeing him so vulnerable. He was supposed to be the strong one, the one Ven could rely on to always protect him, no matter what. He didn't want Ven to lose that trust in him... to see him as weak.
So instead, he'd accepted the help of the girl called Micaiah. She seemed genuine in her desire to help, but he was still on edge. After being betrayed so many times, he was expecting the worst, especially of anyone who served Chaos. He had his Keyblade, at least, if it came to that.
For now, all he could do was wait.