Up in the infirmary...

[_bird_of_flame_]

It was a very long time spent stitching, blood seeping through her fingers and her stitches. Still, they're here in space and Dr Mid-Nite has been stablized. He's not only been stablized but he's been worked on in many different ways with all of the super science and magic. He's been asleep since they got here. Bette has been sitting here

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[midnite_md]

When he does stir, his eyes open to nothingness. Which is nothing new, so they close once again, and he concentrates on sounds, sensations and scents.

Equipment beeping. Antiseptic. An immense amount of pain and weakness.

Someone called out for God.

"That's not my name," he says, hoarsely.

[_bird_of_flame_]

"Oh..."

Bette stands up and crosses the space between them. "Oh thank you. You're going to be just fine. We made it to the Watchtower." And for the first time, she's not completely facincated with the fact that she's in space.

[midnite_md]

Flamebird.

"I... was hit. I was bleeding..."

[_bird_of_flame_]

"A small bomb went off and nails were embedded in your throat." Her hands are on the side of the bed he's in, not close enough to really be noticed but she shifts the bed a bit as they come to rest there. "Red did what he could and ... I stitched you up."

"I'm not sure if your voice will ever be the same."

She sounds like she's a nervous wreck. Probably been crying.

[last_joke_x]

He's been on a tight leash since being here. It's mostly due to his not really being a member or even a reserve member. Though he's also able to drift away fairly well too. He may be in trouble but there are enough people that would vouch for him. Though on top of it all, he does have a debreif to give and he'd rather be a pain in the ass and see what he can get his hands on.

Most importantly Red has been dying for a cigarette. Even more so with all the no smoking signs.

[_bird_of_flame_]

Flamebird is running.

She has a general idea of where she's running to but right this moment, she isn't really /looking/ as she's doing it.

The only thought she has is to get to Jesse's room.

[last_joke_x]

"No runnin' in the hallways. Principal give out detention." He says while noticing who's coming his way while a chain of smoke escapes his mouth.

[_bird_of_flame_]

She skids as she catches what he says.

He can tell that she has yet to let someone tend to her injuries by the state of her.

"Wha...."

[3x2_9yz_4a]

Bette will hear a ping on her personal communicator line.

"Bette? Bette!"

Jesse's voice is full of concern.

[_bird_of_flame_]

Bette doesn't answer. She's currently in Jesse's shower, curled up in the corner, water spilling down on her.

[3x2_9yz_4a]

"You're not answering. Um. OK. Don't do anything -- I'm heading up there."

And there is silence on the line.

[_bird_of_flame_]

She'll hear that later and feel guilty about it most likely. Right now all of the tiny razor cuts sting beneath the water.