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[rowan_gods]

Above the ground, in the center of the city of Jhelbor, in a room that John has long since vacated, a twisted piece of shimmering metal and glass seems to shrink down down down until it's nothing more than a pinprick, and then the air around it explodes, and the ripples of that much magic being unmade travel out in all directions.

It's too much. Too

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[gabrielchambers]

Gabriel wasn't bothered by the vomit or the mistaken identity-- He was no stranger to either. "Keep your head in that position," he instructed. The gash was more clearly visible, and he wouldn't choke should he be sick again. Clearly a winner. "You'll need stitches," he informed him. "Should be fine." The likely concussion was problematic, but the head wound would be fine. Gabriel was choosing to focus on the good things.

Staunching the blood flow came first, of course, and Gabriel pulled his shirt over his head without a second thought. "Never liked this thing anyway." He'd been holding a bottle of whiskey when he'd been transported, and Gabriel poured a generous amount onto the cloth before pressing it to Cedric's head. "I need something cold," he informed the nearest onlooker. "Ice... or whatever magical freeze-y shit you've got in this place." He wasn't going to stop to think about that. Not now, when there was blood on his hands. "Water'd be good too. Needle, thread." The slightest pause, then, before he completed his list. "Wild onions. That grass over there--" He waved his free hand. Yeah, it was talking to him.

[posinglikeaswan]

Jemaine, who had been standing a step behind Bret and Min, startled when the world seemed to twist light and sound and stumbled backwards, his muscles contracting. His first instinct was to throw his hands back and, because of this, was grateful when his head didn't smash into the ground. It took a trickling moment to register when everything had become still, but with the realisation Jemaine slowly cracked open his eyes, blinked, and moved to sit upright, ignoring the dizzying sensation of vertigo. He then turned to the mild bustle beside him.

"Cedric," was bleeding everywhere. Jemaine scrambled to his knees, looked between Cedric and Gabriel, gasped, and looked between them again. "Ice, water, needle," he repeated vaguely, pressing a finger to his temple and giving a sweeping glance over Gabriel's shoulder. This wasn't Jhelbor. The wasn't even the island, or any place remotely like the island.

Where were they?

"Onions," he continued, following Gabriel's gesture. Without batting an eyelid Jemaine stood, unstably, and quickly made his way towards the grass, gathered a handful of onions, and just as quickly made his way back. "Um, I don't know where anything else is." He didn't even know where they were. "What happened?" And his timing was remarkably poor.

[gabrielchambers]

"Gravity," Gabriel snapped, and then, with barely a pause -- "Ask someone. Look around." Maybe he should let this guy apply pressure and collect the supplies himself. He didn't seem too quick on the uptake.

Of course, most people weren't used to seeing that much blood, and head wounds were dramatic that way.

[posinglikeaswan]

"Okay," Jemaine murmured, his voice dropping as he looked anywhere but at Cedric, not trusting the combination of blood and lightheadedness to not have him empty his stomach. Frustrated, and a little terrified, he swept the area again.

A stream.

A stream with water.

Not bothering to inform Gabriel of his discovery, the thought far from his mind, Jemaine set off at a run and, when he reached his destination, fell into a crouch. He then faced the dilemma of actually getting the water from where it was to where Gabriel and Cedric were without any form of containment. Grumbling at the task, Jemaine began foraging around for anything remotely concave enough to hold a decent amount of water and eventually settled on a reasonably sized rock carved much like a bowl. He scooped the rock into the water and hastily jogged back to Gabriel, extending the stone. "My trousers are pinned," he explained, breathless, and gestured downwards. "Could probably use that as a needle. Maybe pick some thread from someone's jumper." Well, it wasn't like he was a doctor.

[cedricinshadows]

The sting of the alcohol, the pressure of the shirt being pressed against the gash, it was enough to make Cedric wish for unconsciousness. Unfortunately, the pain kept on pulling him back, as well, so he teetered on the edge in agony.

Onions? No, he probably hadn't heard correctly. Needle and thread, though... Robbie was going to sew his head closed. He felt sick all over again.

He also thought about the anatomy of a pin, namely the bit on the end meant to stop it from going all the way through whatever it was holding in place. He really didn't think he could handle that. "Gv me th'pin," he said, rolling his eyes to stare at Jemaine and lifting one hand a few inches off the grass.

[gabrielchambers]

Gabriel wasn't sure if letting Cedric play with pins was the best idea right now, but on the plus side, it would prevent him from sliding into unconsciousness. "Only give him one. And yeah, pull a thread out of a shirt if you have to. Or find someone with long hair. That'd be stronger." Gabriel didn't look at Jemaine as he spoke; he was busy rinsing blood out of Cedric's hair with the water Jemaine had brought him. It helped with stitching the wound when you could actually see the whole thing clearly.

[posinglikeaswan]

Jemaine stooped down and fiddled with the bottom of his trousers, clumsily plucking two pins from the hem and handing one to Cedric and the other to Gabriel. His eyes lingered on Cedric for a moment, stomach churning, before he threw a look to the disarray of bystanders. He didn't even know how to go about asking someone for their hair and, more importantly, Min and Grace's hair was probably too short (and while he was aware that Grace irrationally hated him, Min's opinion was still vague), Cassandra was profoundly intimidating, the curly red-head seemed crazy and he couldn't bring himself to ask a stranger.

Typical, he conceded, that when he needed Cho she wasn't even around.

Jemaine returned his attention to Gabriel and, finding himself suddenly irritated with just how much of an (admittedly helpful) douchebag he was, swept a hand down and tugged out a few strands of hair, extending them between his thumb and forefinger. "Here's some hair." He justified pulling out Gabriel's hair with the fact that if he was punched, at least Cedric wouldn't die.

He then, spastically, threw up his arm and squeezed his eyes shut.

[cedricinshadows]

Cedric took the pin from Jemaine, staring at it, trying to concentrate. His head hurt so much. He focused on the little sliver of metal in his hand, at the flat top on the end of it. It was going to hurt a lot worse if Gabriel started pulling that thing through his skin. His skin which he could feel ragged and broken and moving as Gabriel cleaned it. He heaved a few times, but there was nothing left to throw up. The sooner he did this, the sooner he could pass out, and he wanted so badly to stop feeling what was happening to him.

The head of the pin popped off and, with a pathetic whimper from Cedric, a small hole began opening. At least there was no way for his headache to get any worse. Just large enough for a thread to pass through. It was a horribly crude needle, but it was better than a pin, and Cedric held it a tiny bit higher with a shaky hand. "Hrrfngh." No, that wasn't a word. Fuck.

[gabrielchambers]

Gabriel stared up at Jemaine, both eyebrows raised, then reached out and took the hair. "'Long' is, admittedly, a matter of opinion, but I was thinking more the red--" And then Cedric was making noises, and fine, okay, his own hair would probably be long enough if that was the best the guy could manage. Cedric's needs were slightly more important than lecturing him right now. And... apparently his needs involved using magic to turn a pin into a needle. Magic. But fuck if that wasn't blood on his hands, and he couldn't ignore it no matter how fake it had to be. Ignoring someone who needed medical attention went against every standard he had. "That's--- that's great, Cedric, thanks. Now try to relax." Back to Jemaine. "Crush up those onion bulbs, will you?"

[posinglikeaswan]

Jemaine peered over his arm and exhaled, relieved. "Yeah, of course." He dropped to his knees abreast the onions, snatched a rock from beside his foot and began crushing the bulbs artlessly. "What are these for?" He asked, looking away from the onions briefly to marvel at how, even when bleeding on everything, Cedric had managed to transform the pin into a needle.

He still had trouble getting a raisin to move at will.

Cedric was amazing.

[cedricinshadows]

Cedric didn't feel amazing. What he felt like was puking again, and the smell of onions was doing nothing to help that. His stomache roiled, and he gagged a few times, but there was nothing left to bring up. What happened if you were moving while someone was trying to sew your head closed? Nothing good. Why couldn't he just fade into unconsciousness already? It wasn't the worst pain he'd ever felt. He would reserve that honour for the agony of death. It was definitely second place, though.

[gabrielchambers]

"They promote healing." Best not to mention how exactly he knew that. "Think of it as the Neosporin of Middle Earth." Except it probably felt horrible on an open wound. Much like having your skin sewn together felt horrible, but that was just too bad for Cedric. None of the (mostly dead) plants around them were informing him of any numbing capabilities. "Here, stop for a minute and hold down the cloth while I thread this needle." The best he could do was get the whole ordeal over with as soon as possible.

[posinglikeaswan]

Gabriel's point probably would've been more poignant had Jemaine actually known what Neosporin was.

"Oh, okay." He shuffled over on his knees and took the cloth gingerly under his fingers, mimicking Gabriel precisely and applying a firm amount of pressure. "He's going to be okay, right? He won't -- die -- you'll be able to help him?" Jemaine bit the inside of his mouth, glancing up tensely, before returning his attention to Cedric, both hands now placed securely over the cloth.

[cedricinshadows]

Cedric really wished Jemaine had not asked that question. Mostly because he didn't want them discussing him in terms of survival and death. It was just a cut. A very large, deep, and painful cut on his head, but... "'M going-- t'be-- fine." People just didn't die from bumps on the head. Not him. Not today. Definitely not crumpled by the foot of the fucking tree with vomit on his clothes while some guy that Cedric was beginning to suspect was not actually his dear friend stitched his head up with hair and slopped onion mash on him.

[gabrielchambers]

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Gabriel echoed. He seemed lucid enough. It was a good sign as far as the concussion went, and the gash wouldn't be a problem as soon as Gabriel got it stitched up. Which was now. Gabriel finished threading the needle, then moved the cloth aside and leaned in close. "Sorry," he told Cedric. "This is pretty much just going to suck, but I expect you're used that after the last few minutes, so. Lie back and think of England or something. You are from England, aren't you?" It wasn't much of a distraction, but it was something.

[posinglikeaswan]

Jemaine pursed his lips and continued to press lightly, clearly uncomforted by either man's words. "Yeah," he murmured, and was glad when Gabriel started talking about something that wasn't Cedric dying. He didn't really want to think about Cedric dying.

Why was he thinking about Cedric dying?

Jemaine cleared his throat and shifted closer. "I've heard England's nice."