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[lost_undercover]

Who: Armand, Billy Costigan; later, Donny Donowitz, Dick Grayson, optional Claire Bennet. [Closed.]
Where: Level 4 common room, then other places.
When: Late tonight.
What: Costigan attacks Armand, Armand beats up Costigan, Donny intervenes; Dick catches Donny/Costigan on the way back to Donny's room; Armand goes to talk to Claire (or something).

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helicopter mom D:

[batmanschmatman]

The brief explanation was good enough for now for the vigilante, since let's face it, he definitely understood wanting to keep things quiet until you were in a more private setting, and on top of that, he wanted to get the inmate some medical attention before trying to get a better explanation. It wasn't like Costigan was going to be going anywhere for a while, as far as he was concerned. So, he nodded to acknowledge that he understood and refocused on getting Costigan safely back to his cabin.

"Sure it is," he grumbled at the inmate's dismissal, slipping the journal back into his pocket before carefully dragging Costigan's other arm over his shoulders to help take some of his weight off Donny as the trio made their way towards his cabin.

"Thanks Donny." It wasn't a 'thanks, I can take this from here, go back to your regularly scheduled programming', but rather a 'thanks for helping out and making sure nothing too awful happened, I seriously appreciate it', since Dick had actually been pretty worried he was either going to find Costigan unconscious and bleeding in some stairwell, or still being messed around with whoever had set his item off. The other warden's intervention had obviously saved his life, and Dick was intensely grateful for that.

ha ha, Donny's the cool dad.

[actuallyagolem]

Donny had tried to shake his head when Costigan asked if he had called for the guy's warden. As far as he could tell, Costigan must have been close to death or something during that fight, which probably made Dick's warden item go bananas. In any case, he was glad Dick had showed up, as it made things a lot less awkward in the long run. Plus Donny made a pretty fucking terrible medic.

He shifted his weight a little once Dick had taken his place on the other side of Costigan, nodding his head in acknowledgement for the thanks. He knew the tone well enough - though if Dick had wanted him to buzz off, Donny probably would have insisted on helping anyway. His cabin was right next door; it'd just be weird to keep walking in that direction anyway while Dick lugged Costigan up to his room.

"'salright."

And that was all he figured needed saying. He had been happy to help.

It was Gwen's awesome comparison. :3

[lost_undercover]

Costigan apparently had no say in what was happening to him as his arm went around Dick and he was partially dragged and partially walked back toward Grayson's cabin. He supposed he would have agreed to all of it anyway, but he hated the feeling of not having a choice. Of course, he was over it a few moments later and focused instead on the pain in his torso, the blood all over his face and body, and the cabin that was both nearby and too far away.

[Timeskip to cabin?]

I just like making fun of Dick :x

[batmanschmatman]

Dick carefully let go of Costigan so he could open the door, pushing it open so the other two could follow him in as he shrugged off the escrima stick harness, tossing it on his bed before heading straight for the bathroom.

"Get him on the couch, I'll get the first aid kit."

While this was definitely far less urgent then the last time he'd had to stitch the inmate up, there were still a decent amount of wounds to be treated and he still hadn't really slipped out of business mode. He had a job he had to do, and he was going to do it. Questions and further elaboration could come later.

[actuallyagolem]

"Right, couch," Donny replied with nod, falling back a little into army-mode. He casually shoved the door closed with his foot and went in search of said couch, grateful that Dick was nice and focused. He liked when people were efficient and didn't drag their feet about things.

"Once I get to you to the couch, I'm probably gonna take off. I don't think you guys'll need me."

[lost_undercover]

Costigan just went along with it all still, following along with Donny when Dick moved ahead to grab the kit. He guided his friend over toward the couch, slowly falling to sit in the center; it was too familiar. He gave Donny a nod as he was finally situated, lifting a hand to his friend's shoulder for a second before the man straightened. He spoke quietly, in a way that was meant to be between the two of them. "I owe you, guy."

[batmanschmatman]

Dick returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to the inmate, putting the kit down on the coffee table and snapping it open, heading straight for the disinfectant and bandages. Most of the visible injuries looked relatively superficial, but he wouldn't be shocked if at least one required a couple stitches.

Not looking up from the supplies, still focused on the job at hand, he said to Costigan "Take your shirt off."

But before he started actually getting to work, he looked back up at the other warden. "Thanks Donny. Seriously."

[actuallyagolem]

In the end, Donny didn't really care why Costigan and Armand had been fighting. He didn't care whether Costigan had started it or not, or what the reasons behind the brawl were - again, if there had been any at all, and he especially didn't care if Armand had gotten hurt in the fray. He had Costigan's back and he always would, even if his friend was doing something really stupid. He gave Costigan a nod, though it was as serious as it was sincere. "Just take it easy."

His friend all set on the couch and about to get patched up by his warden, Donny started back for the cabin door. "You're fuckin' welcome," he said, smiling for the first time since coming across the fight. Now that things were in control and Costigan was about to get some medical treatment, Donny's mood had suddenly brightened. "Stitch him up real good, Dick, and lemme know if you guys need anything. I'll be-" And he gestured in the direction of his cabin with his forefinger. "You know. Next door."

He gave them both a final nod and then headed on out, taking a wander back to the scene of the fight to see if he could get some help cleaning up that common room and hallway. He didn't like the idea of his friend's blood being left out for all to see.

[lost_undercover]

Costigan gave one last nod to Donny as his friend left, but then returned his attention to Dick. He smiled and gave a small laugh, despite how much it pained his throat. "What are you, a fuckin' queeh oah somethin'?"

But he was doing as Dick asked and reaching gingerly to slide his t-shirt off of his torso. His wounds were mostly shallow and looked worse than they were, primarily because of quantity rather than quality. His throat hurt more than anything else, but the blood on his face and all over his arms and chest did concern him. The inmate was fatigued from the pain and he was tired from being so filled with hate for the first time in ages.

He tossed his shirt aside, medallion still around his neck, and leaned back against the back of the couch in order to give Dick free reign of his injuries.

[batmanschmatman]

Dick laughed quietly as the other warden left. "Sure thing Donny." He meant it too. Between being a friend of Costigan's and a good guy in general, Donny was definitely the first person he'd get in touch with if something happened. He actually sort of wished he'd known Donny better back when Costigan had been going through detox. Might have saved them from the whole issue of why did you call Tim when I was trying to get another pill if he'd just banged on the wall he and Donny shared and yelled for the other warden to get over here.

He let out a short laugh at the comment before getting to work cleaning and bandaging the injuries. They really weren't that bad, and the bleeding was already slowing, so the injuries weren't really anything to be too concerned about besides the fact that they'd happened in the first place. He worked carefully and methodically, trying to be as gentle as possible even though he knew it would sting like a bitch no matter what he did.

As he finished cleaning off the inmate's face, he couldn't help but study the marks on his neck for a few seconds, suddenly sort of angry that he hadn't been able to punch Armand in the face for doing this. Sure, he still didn't know the details, but his item had gone off and he'd been worried. He moved on to continue bandaging the other gashes. "How's your throat?"

[lost_undercover]

Costigan tensed at the pain of the disinfectant, but didn't do much more than that. He slammed his eyes close to focus on something other than the pain, thinking back to Boston, to the Commons and all the laps he'd run around that park. Darkness was beginning to seep into his thoughts and he wasn't sure if he was passing out, falling asleep, or just drifting in his mind. He tried to talk to Dick to prevent himself from being lost to his fatigue entirely, though it took him a beat to realize his warden had asked the question.

"It's fine, guy," he replied first, then realized neither of them believed it and decided to elaborate rather than risk the all-too-pleasant suspicions. "It hurts like a bitch."

[batmanschmatman]

"Somehow, I'm not surprised," he quipped back with a little humor. Strangulation was never a fun injury to recover from - which yeah, he knew first hand - and the bruises looked pretty bad. "Guess at least you're breathing okay." Which meant there wouldn't any permanent damage, which he'd doubted anyway. It took a lot of force to actually crush someone's throat.

He went back to cleaning up the injuries, realizing he should probably at least try to keep him talking for a little while to get all the facts and keep him from passing out until he was sure he was really okay, so as he taped down another bandage, he asked "So, what the hell happened?"