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[paterelohim]

[Tile. Linoleum tile, to be precise, but the camera moves quickly to show a chair and then, finally, Chuck, looking almost grotesque: his face is streaked with blood and ash. He's in the hallway of Skye Medical Center, looking exhausted and utterly beat. A few long seconds pass wherein he seems to be gathering himself, trying to find words. How can

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[mademyhell]

[He really couldn't help himself, but something about the question 'are you alright' just put him over the edge. Somehow. He found himself laughing, though it really just came out sounding sort of mean, and probably very sardonic. He really wasn't the best judge. Either way, it felt off, but come on. Trauma didn't have to count very high to list all the people in the world that he cared about, really, and when you shortened that list to the port...Well, to put it simplest, Jinx was hands down one of the most important people he had left, and he wasn't too clear on what he'd do if she was gone. Hell, he didn't know what to do if she got out of this, he'd been there for enough of everything to feel how freaked she'd been, where her fears were. And he didn't know how well she'd recover from this, even if she did completely recover physically.

And how fucking likely was that? He wasn't a doctor, and he could tell she'd been in real bad shape recently.]

.....Not at all. You?

[He sat back and crossed his arms, watching his friend and noticing how hard he was gripping the wheel, looking tense as he'd ever seen him. That was...That didn't strike him as good at all.]

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[thecrowingtobe]

[That... that was one of the most unsettling laughs he had heard, though he really understood where it came from. The question that was asked was stupid, really stupid. Even he couldn't lie and say he was fine. Claudio had meant if Trauma was alright with... with going, or with his graying out power freakiry thing. With---well, he meant a lot and really the answer covered most of it fine.]

[He didn't blame the other at all for the mild disturbing look he had either. With a held breath he broke his grip on the wheel with one hand and reached to turn the car on (it sounded better then it did last week)]

Not at all. [he repeated back in a tense voice. How do you deal with something like this? He started to pull out, hitting a garage door closer to seal up the house as they moved...] Doesn't matter I guess...

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[mademyhell]

[Well. Least that's honest, right?

....Somehow small victories just don't cut it when you're trying to keep yourself from freaking the fuck out.]

Sort of does. Just...[He pauses, and shrugs. There's no way to really say 'yeah, you and me are panicking, but we're sort of third or fourth tier importance here, especially if there's no good reason to say it because you are both far far too aware.]

...I didn't...[He pauses, and then restarts.] All I saw was that first-What Chuck said at first. I didn't....[Didn't keep looking because looking did no good when you could fucking be there already, and fuck, if Gabriel wasn't probably a fucking wreck he'd hate him a little for not coming and getting them.]

Was there anything else?

[He doubts it, but he would probably have to borrow Claudio's NV to look because, come to think of it, his is still upstairs. Great. Fucking amazing. Genus, really, Trauma. Just fucking genius.]

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[thecrowingtobe]

[Honest. Yeah.]

[Third or fourth tier importance? Try no importance at all, or that was his thought. He had been thinking that he should have noticed something more. He should have been at work when Chuck got back ... so he could help with that and not Jinx. He wasn't even sure of the whole picture, just a bit of what Chuck said. At this moment speeding to the hospital would do nothing at all, but he was going to anyhow.]

She was with Chuck. At the bar. She shouldn'ta been workin'... Should have been resting or something. This wasn't normal... wasn't normal... [he slammed his palm into the wheel three times as he stressed 'wasn't normal' a 3rd time. Angry again, pulling out on the street he checked mirrors and took off. Good driver, even when angry as hell (angry, upset, scared to death)]

NV's in the back. Fuckin' look. She's in surgery. Fuckin' surgery! Chuck's there. Gabe's there. No doubt Michael is around. Daedalus. Everyone who need to be there is there but us. [which he would fix, swiftly... not that it mattered.]