Accidental Video;....[or is it?]
[The camera turns on, and at first it's hard to figure out what it's showing, because it's upside down. Nearby, at the left is a gun on the ground, and further away is one of the clear water containment tanks outside of the hospital. Behind the tank, on the wall, is written in what can only be blood: FAE
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He was off nearly at a run--not for fear for the woman floating in the water, not out of concern for her, not even out of friendship. But it was murder or an attack or bloodshed (yes, suicide crossed his mind, but the blood on the wall spoke against it). It was worth looking into. It was an old habit to see to these things.
Make no mention of this on the Network. No, he wasn't one to raise an alarm, really, when a murder occurred. Call that a remnant from the days when he knew who was behind a murder, and what good would it do to call the police if it was they? Riff would understand.
So he made no mention and hurried, fast as he could, through the City to the hospital, and around and back. And then, searching, for that bloody mark on the wall. That would be the thing to look for. Seeking as best he could, he navigated the hidden back of the building with its pipes and tanks and vents, grates and crates, alleyways, boxes, and corners.
He went armed, but hoped he wouldn't need it.
It took him longer than he would have liked, but he soon found that mark on the wall: FAE. Whatever that might mean...
Never mind. If that was the mark on the wall, the woman in the water would be there too.]
[ooc: Done and done!]
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How much ought he to disturb the scene, though? He could pull her out of the tank and see what happened, and certainly preserve the word on the wall. And then, along with her--or what's left of her...
He perches at the top edge of the tank--no, he's not exactly skilled at or used to doing this sort of thing--looking down at her, floating in the water, bleeding into it.
Is she dead or alive? It would be a difficult thing indeed, if she were alive.
At least they were close to the hospital.
Right, then. He reaches for her, to grab something nearby floating in the water--hand, hair, arm, sleeve, shirt-collar, something, anything. Pull her out, see what happened.
Come on, then...closer...closer... He'd rather not end up in the water with her, of course, not when the water itself might hold some clue.]
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And black eyes. And blue lips.
The blue lips give him pause, as does all this blood, since, well, certainly there are poisons that do as much. Strychnine with its theatrics, for example.
But black eyes? There's more that than mere poison. And she's bleeding, of course, all over.
And the wound, there, in her back, and the gun, there, on the ground.
There seems little chance that she's alive. But call it respect for the dead: he'll take her out of the water and carry her down to the ground at least.
He knelt there, then, after the ordeal of getting her down to the ground, and looked over her.
What enemies did she have? Who would have been capable and wanting to do this? "Fae"--fairy, if he recalled rightly, though a bit poetic he thought. So what, then, was the meaning in that? Or, rather, the connection.
He should go in, he knew, and find someone from inside the hospital to tend to her--or, rather, to her body. She'd come back in a day, of course, but in the meantime...]
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He turns her head to the side to at least let the water drain from her mouth and throat.
Ah...but... No, it must have been a mistake. In turning her head, his hand was on her throat a moment, and he thought, for a moment, he felt a pulse... But that would be impossible, surely.
But, wait: this time he feels for it with purpose and, there, slowly, quietly, like a fading thing or a dying thing or a sleeping thing.
She was alive. Barely alive, but alive.
And here he was no doctor. He could fetch one, certainly, if she didn't die in the meantime.
But-- Well-- Did he dare?
Perhaps, if there was ever a time to use the bond he and Megumi had established, this would be the time. Water everywhere, and a need for healing. Megumi would know and feel it (and perhaps fret), but it could help.
He'd never done this before--not with such need, only for practice before this. But he could try for it. And no one would know.
Just a little, just a little, a little force to move the blood and the air, a little push to move the water out of the way for the air, a little warmth--
--never in his life did he think that he, the one who tore down all the smoke and mirrors and piano wire, would be doing this here and now for a stranger found in a tank of water behind the hospital.
But if she lived, she could say what happened. Far better than the alternative. Far, far better.
And so, with a little concentration, maybe, just maybe, he could borrow a little strength and a little (he hesitated even to think it) power...]
[ooc: Durr hurr...uhh..just to explain things, several months ago, Cain and Megumi made a pact with Cain becoming something like her "witch's familiar"--a sort of vessel or assistant for her magic. As such, he's expected to help her with her magic and he can borrow some of her magic from time to time. He's not very good and it's not very strong, but he's got access to a little bit of healing magic. He's done this, like, all of three times in the time since, but maybe it'll keep her alive?]
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He'll keep at this a moment more before he tries to carry her into the hospital proper. They'll be able to better tend to her than he can, certainly. He can at least pull her back from the brink of death--and he realizes the irony of all that--and they can mend her further.]
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He dares to speak:]
What happened to you?
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