[Closed] Bleed Me Dry

[solittleeffort]

Who: Maia Acheron and Harley Quinn
Where: Deck 12
When: Backdated to the 9th. A little while after this.
Warnings: Maia was shot in the stomach so there is lots of blood and hurting. :<

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[hesmypuddin]

Harley was getting back into the everyday flow of events after the madness of the Halloween party. The irony that Harley thought of anything as 'mad' was not lost to her, but really, who expected to go to a trashy Halloween celebration and end up with a song bird drilling through their hand.

She'd taken Maia's advice and sought out someone magically inclined to have her hand healed properly and she was feeling pretty good, all in all.

Things might be nuts on the tug boat, but Harley was making the best of it and living one day at a time. Wasn't much else to do than that.

She had gone to get something to eat at the buffet, rather amused at the game of finding something that tasted pretty edible, and was on her way back to her room on deck twelve.

She is nearly to her room, keycard raised to her door, when she hears a groaning from nearby that gives her a moment of pause. She tucks her card back into the pocket of her jean shorts, making her way toward the sound.

What she finds is one of the last things she expects. "Maia?!" The

fffff short and full of fail SORRY OTL

[solittleeffort]

Maia just keeps on trying to push herself up or move or something, but she's bleeding, she's tired, and she hurts, damn it! The most Maia can do right now is just squirm in pain and think about how she is going to make Phoenix pay for doing this after she comes back.

Maia struggles to look up at Harley as she takes notice of the other woman's presence.

"Harley..." She reaches out to grab her pants' leg and grimaces. "Take...take me back to the library..."

Maia doesn't care if she'll die - she'll always come back on this boat. Her notes, however, will not. They mean far more than her mortality does.

Yer fine!! <3

[hesmypuddin]

Harley's eyes widen as Maia reaches for her pant leg, grabbing it before making her demand.

"What? The .. the library?!" She begins to shake her head in negation somewhere in the middle of that sentence. She looks at the wound and the amount of blood and her shirt is off in a second. "This'll hurt," is her only warning before she shifts and applies pressure to the wound, shirt pressed in against it in attempt to staunch the flow of blood.

"Mai, I gotta get ya ta a healer .." She begins to pull out her communicator, already in the process of turning it on as she does so.

<3

[solittleeffort]

"No." Maia tries her best to sound as stern as she normally does, although it just isn't as effective one is when weak and bleeding to death. She grits her teeth and hisses as Harley applies pressure to the wound in her stomach.

"I'm going...going to die, anyway, Harleaugh!" Maia's statement is interrupted by a pained groan, rather than finishing her companion's name. This feels awful, but Maia just doesn't care about how much pain she's in right now. There are more important things to worry about.

"Notes...in library. Need them back before..." Another pained hiss. "...St-steals them."

[hesmypuddin]

Harley's wide blue gaze jerks to Maia's face at both the tone and the fact that she said 'no' to help. She doesn't ease up on the pressure she's putting on her abdomen, trying her best to ignore the blood that is covering her hands. Her brows knit sharply at the declaration that she's going to die anyway, the thought of it making her sick and infuriated

[solittleeffort]

It hurts to be pulled up like that. It hurts like hell, but pain is nothing new to Maia. She can handle the effects of Dark Eco, she can handle being eaten alive by cardinals, and she can handle a shot to the gut, as well

[hesmypuddin]

Harley is used to dragging herself around after getting her own ass kicked. She's sadly just as used to dragging around others after they've gotten their asses kicked. Even so, the added weight of the armor isn't helping and Maia is hardly able to keep herself upright

[solittleeffort]

Maia still isn't used to being vulnerable or helpless, and she probably never will be. The only person she even had to lean on was Gol, and he relied on her just as much as she relied on him. What they had was not weakness, it was a mutual want to take care of one another.

Maia knows she's leaving a trail of blood in their wake, but so long as she gets to her notes, then she could care less about however much she ends up bleeding. If Phoenix took her notes...oh, Maia is going to find him, kill him, wait for him to come back, and kill him again. If not for that miserable bastard, Maia would be able to continue her work on Anna until there were even more changes and progressions in the other woman's condition. This was a learning process, and Phoenix had gone and ruined it all

[hesmypuddin]

They've just reached the doorway of the library as Maia affirms that it was Phoenix that shot her. Harley feels a knot of something cold and rather scary settle into the pit of her stomach and she shoves it down, willing it away for now. "We'll take care'a him, Maia .. don't even worry yer pretty head about it."

The stumble across the threshold and Harley grunts audibly, shifting her weight to support Maia better. Her foot slips on some of the blood and the pair nearly go down, but she wrenches herself in the opposite direction and regains her footing, ignoring the flare of pain in her knee. "Just .. just keep that thing pressed tight, 'kay?"

She makes her way into the library proper, glancing this way and that, but really has no idea where to start looking without taking far too long. "Mai .. Maia, where were ya?"

at this point it's safe to say that Torn already came in, grabbed Maia's notes, and left with 'em.

[solittleeffort]

Maia lets out another pained grunt as Harley slips - regardless of Harley regaining her footing, being pulled back up like that only hurts even more. She'll listen to Harley and keep on holding her shirt to her abdomen, but it's difficult for Maia to keep constant pressure when she keeps on feeling weaker.

"Set me down..."

Maia is tired, and right now all she wants to do is close her eyes and sleep the pain away. Sleep would be very good, right now.

She feebly tries to lift one of her arms to gesture to one of the nearby tables, "Nn...my notes...they should be here."

Roger that! :Db

[hesmypuddin]

Harley does as she's bid, setting Maia down so she's leaning against one of the bookshelves. At the present time, she could give two shits if she's getting blood all over the carpet and books. She darts her gaze back to Maia and sees her unfocused eyes. She looks in the direction she is gesturing and nods.

"Fine .. I'll look, but stay awake, ya hear me?"

She moves quickly, searching the area Maia pointed out, scouring the tables. However, even after a more in depth look, there is nothing to be found. She feels her stomach lurch painfully, calling to Maia as she knocks things around.

"MAI .. Mai, there ain't nothin' here .. no notes .. nothin'!" She looks over to where Maia is leaning, her expression sick. "Whatever ya left .. it's gone .."

[solittleeffort]

Maia just continues to bleed out as Harley searched for her notes. As each second passes, she grows to feel even tireder, weaker, and colder than before. She tries to pay attention to what her companion says or does, but she Maia just can't bring herself to focus. Maia just wants to rest

Her eyes wander upward to look at Harley as she speaks...something about her notes, but she's not really listening. Although seeing as the other woman isn't holding them, it's safe to assume that they were stolen.

Maia opens her mouth to try and say something, but instead, her mind leaves her and her body goes limp. Harley will have to wait another 24 hours before she can talk to Maia, again.

[hesmypuddin]

Harley feels her stomach drop when there is no response from Maia. The sinking feeling increases as the silence seems to lengthen. "Maia?" She turns to where she left her friend and is moving before she can finish the thought