Please don't ever let the world defeat you

[makes_asteroids]

Who: makes_asteroids and alwaysfindsyou, makes_asteroids and alwaysfindsyou, makes_asteroids and alwaysfindsyou.
When: About 30-40 minutes after the explosion
Where: Sector 4
Summary: Granddad noticed Grandson isn't answering a page.
Warnings: None yet

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[alwaysfindsyou]

[He'd been wandering around, flying because it was easier to see and get the lay of the city, exploring this still new place. Wrong time, wrong place. And flying when an explosion happened didn't mean good things.

He wakes up on the ground. He's pretty sure he was in the air before. Head hurts bad. Raising a hand, he presses it to his forehead, hissing as he feels a sharp pain. When he pulls it away, his palm is red.

That's really not good. Red is bad. He attempts to get to his feet but a wave of dizziness and a sharp pain in his arm when he tries to use it prevent that.

Really not good.

Then he gets the message. Fumbling, he picks up the comm, voice fuzzy and confused.]

Hey?

[makes_asteroids]

Where. Are. You. [His voice is sharp, worry spiking his voice to barely controlled panic. With Jubilee missing, he was in overdrive.]

[alwaysfindsyou]

... I think something exploded.

[makes_asteroids]

[He hopes his grandson doesn't know Hebrew because the phrase he utters isn't one he'd want him to repeat.]

I'll be right there. Are you injured?

[alwaysfindsyou]

Think so. Bumped my head...? And my arm's'funny.

... What about a camel?

Oh 'n red stuff.

[makes_asteroids]

Nothing about a camel. [Erik is already in the air, searching.]

Funny?

[alwaysfindsyou]

Oh.

Don't think it's s'pposed to bend that way.

Was flying and then I wasn't.

[makes_asteroids]

Can you bend your fingers?

[alwaysfindsyou]

Uhm... Hang on.

[Sets the comm down then pushes himself up into a sitting position with his good arm, focusing more on his surroundings. Outside. Things are kind of chaotic. Makes sense with an explosion.

Looks down at his fingers and tries to move them, hissing in pain.] Ow, fuck. Yeah.

[Oh wait. Picks the comm back up.] Yeah, they move. A little. S'okay, I can heal it. Jusgotta cast spell. [That is, if his head would stop throbbing long enough for him to focus properly.]

[makes_asteroids]

I'm almost there. Wait for me.

[alwaysfindsyou]

S'okay, I can fly. And 'port. I can get home, s'cool. [Attempting to actually stand up now.]

[makes_asteroids]

[and landing with a THUD.]

Not with a head injury you aren't. [The motion was two fold, a thick trauma dressing cupped under his hand and applied to the bleeding wound and his other arm scooping Billy up, close to his chest. One breath, and faster than someone with normal reflexes can react, and Erik kicks into the air, alighting on a nearby building's roof, the first stable and semiprotected space he sees.]

[alwaysfindsyou]

[Blinks up at him.] Oh hey - whoa! [And up they go. Makes a sharp sound when he applies the dressing.] Ow! Izzat s'posed to help?

[A random thought suddenly pops into his head.] You can't, like, see my brains, can you. 'Cause that's gross.

[makes_asteroids]

Keeps you from bleeding all over everything and leaving a trail to follow, so yes, it does.

[Erik wasn't letting the boy go, although he did set them down, throwing a shield up. Erik was clearly in the debris at some point - he's covered in dust, and some blood.]

And yes, I can, if I look. Which I WILL be, so deal with the 'gross factor'. Unless you want to see yourself inside an MRI?

[alwaysfindsyou]

[Pauses for a moment, then asks quietly.] It's not... bad bad, is it? [A little worried. Does not really want to drop dead at any second.]

[makes_asteroids]

Doesn't look it. [He gently rubbed the boy's back, trying to be comforting.] You know what orientated times four is?