2 ➸ [Action + Video]
With his now-working hand, some pained groans, and a lot of wiggling, RED managed to get himself out of that hoodie with the dog ears and give himself as proper a washing as he could muster with a cast on one arm. Even the man who threw Jarate had a point where he felt dirty, and he had reached it. Once out of the bathroom, he found the room he'd been kept in- Pyro's room- was thankfully empty. He was not about to let that moment of solitude go to waste, as they were rarer and rarer these days.
He'd discovered quickly that Pyro was right- there'd be no leaving RED base until he was mostly functional again. While he had his crutch and could get around poorly with it, there was another obstacle: stairs. Pyro stayed on the 2nd floor, and after nearly falling down on step three, he decided he wasn't up to the effort just yet, his body still recovering from his hospital stay. That meant he needed help, as much as he hated to admit it.
First things first: he dug through the pile of his possessions, looking for a shirt to wear. He'd been informed when he'd asked the nurse that his RED shirt had been discarded, as it had been soaked in blood and had to be cut off of him in order to treat his broken arm. No matter- while he wasn't happy about it, the loss of his work shirt was just one more addition to the pile. He was starting to get used to losing every bit of the life he'd once had, or so he told himself. At least Pyro had thought to get him an extra shirt or two while at the store. One was on the couch at his house, but the other had made it over.
He unfolded it. Another hooded shirt, though this one had the pointed ears hand-stitched to it rather than having come like that. Apparently, Pyro had been busy. A sigh ran right through him- he should've known. When the options were 'wear the ridiculous shirt' or 'be cold and appear naked on the communicator,' his choice was obvious: into the sweater he went, putting it on taking as much effort as taking off the other one had. With as cold as he was, the hood had to stay up; she'd been right about the fact his body was doing a poor job at keeping warm, as well.
After a few minutes of shifting into his other pieces, he dug his communicator out of the pile, hobbling to the bed with it and taking a seat.
[Video]
[The video clicks on with Sniper looking at the camera, speaking quietly. Though he addresses only one person, the feed is public, as he never has learned how to properly use the thing.]
Doc, are you there? I know you're staying in this building. I'm stuck on the second floor, and I could use your, um. [Pause.] Assistance.
He'd discovered quickly that Pyro was right- there'd be no leaving RED base until he was mostly functional again. While he had his crutch and could get around poorly with it, there was another obstacle: stairs. Pyro stayed on the 2nd floor, and after nearly falling down on step three, he decided he wasn't up to the effort just yet, his body still recovering from his hospital stay. That meant he needed help, as much as he hated to admit it.
First things first: he dug through the pile of his possessions, looking for a shirt to wear. He'd been informed when he'd asked the nurse that his RED shirt had been discarded, as it had been soaked in blood and had to be cut off of him in order to treat his broken arm. No matter- while he wasn't happy about it, the loss of his work shirt was just one more addition to the pile. He was starting to get used to losing every bit of the life he'd once had, or so he told himself. At least Pyro had thought to get him an extra shirt or two while at the store. One was on the couch at his house, but the other had made it over.
He unfolded it. Another hooded shirt, though this one had the pointed ears hand-stitched to it rather than having come like that. Apparently, Pyro had been busy. A sigh ran right through him- he should've known. When the options were 'wear the ridiculous shirt' or 'be cold and appear naked on the communicator,' his choice was obvious: into the sweater he went, putting it on taking as much effort as taking off the other one had. With as cold as he was, the hood had to stay up; she'd been right about the fact his body was doing a poor job at keeping warm, as well.
After a few minutes of shifting into his other pieces, he dug his communicator out of the pile, hobbling to the bed with it and taking a seat.
[Video]
[The video clicks on with Sniper looking at the camera, speaking quietly. Though he addresses only one person, the feed is public, as he never has learned how to properly use the thing.]
Doc, are you there? I know you're staying in this building. I'm stuck on the second floor, and I could use your, um. [Pause.] Assistance.