[OPEN] CLINIC THREAD - LINZ

[soul_mods]

Characters: OPEN
Location: Shibusen Linz, Austria
Rating: PG
Time: December 20 onwards
Description: Linz has gotten some battering, but it's not so wrecked to not be able to pay attention to its injured.

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open | december 20 | evening

[hatedriven]

[it had happened so fast.

sasuke blows through the mirror with the few others who were evacuating the losing battle, but it was almost the farthest thing from his mind. saralegui isn't a heavy person, but pulled against sasuke's bare chest he feels almost unbearably heavy. the king is dead weight (dead he keeps thikning) and sasuke isn't prone to panic, but he can't think straight. the madness is oppressive and sara's blood is on his hands, seeping into his pants, blossoming through both the king's white outfit and the uchiha's own shirt he'd wrapped haphazardly around the open gash across his torso.

he needs a medic. he needs to get saralegui to safety. he can't-

for a moment, sasuke stands dumbstruck in the middle of the room, madness crawling over his skin and making it difficult to formulate a plan of action. but then he's moving before he's fully realized he's doing it, running through the surrounding panic.]

[spandexisyouth]

[There's chaos as the retreat happens, and Gai's standing by in case more than allies come through. Then a familiar face is bursting through the mirror with an expression Gai has seen many times on many different faces. There are enough people by the mirror. Gai quickly follows Sasuke, catching up before too long.]

Let me help.

[Chances were Sasuke didn't want someone else to carry Saralegui, most didn't in this state, but Gai knew his way around the basics of stabilizing people on the field. He could also offer to help with the weight; Saralegui had to be a bit heavy.]

I can look at his injuries or share some of the weight. Or both.

[You don't have to do this alone was the undertone, but it wasn't preachy. It was just Gai's way. He also wasn't beginning to consider the possibility of Sasuke's partner being dead. There was a lot of blood but Gai never would write someone off.]

[hatedriven]

[for one manic moment, he doesn't recognize the other shinobi's voice- or even his face when he whirls to face him. the look he gives him is wild and, bizarrely, uncannily like fear- like the look he'd worn as a boy and his family had been slaughtered. but it's the same feeling.

he takes a breath, but he holds the king closer to his chest. he needs to fix it this time, he needs to save at least this one person. he opens his mouth and speaks like he hadn't heard the man.]

I need a medic.

[spandexisyouth]

[Shock, then. Gai would need to keep things more simple.]

Yes. One will be here soon. But his wounds need pressure now that they are not getting. Let us help him.

[Gai opens one of the large pockets of his vest, pulling out bandages and antiseptic, a couple of pain pills and a small sewing kit that's seen use on more than a few ninja.]

Let us help him.

[Reptition was key right now, until Sasuke started to understand what was going on. Gai slowly reached over, telegraphing his movements completely, to place two fingers on Saralegui's neck and check his pulse. Good. While Saralegui was in danger, there was time to get through to Sasuke and for medics to show up.]

Please, Sasuke. For Saralegui's sake.

[Open | Dec. 20th evening and onwards]

[terra_inflexus]

[So. What sucks more than a gash on your arm, a sprained ankle, and several painful bruises?

All of that, and being reliant on your feet to see. This was going to suck.

Toph's injuries were quick and easy to tend to, even if the gash did need stitches and man, did she wish Katara and her healing skills were here right now because that hurt.

The painkillers were also making her really loopy. Oh, well. At least her mat was close to the ground and pretty comfy.]

[shendefeng]

[Others would probably wonder at it, but there was Temeraire, lying low to the ground and attempting to make himself small.

He knew that he could not turn back time. He knew that he could not have helped the situation much aside from what he was able to do, but he could not help but feel responsible about it all, somehow.

The best that he can do for the time being, he figures, is to at least be next to his meister as she recuperates.

He only manages to make a low, disconsolate sound in his throat as he took a look at her yet again.]

[terra_inflexus]

Stop whining.

[Toph sounds really young, and kinda groggy]

I'm gonna be fine, Tem. It's a sprained ankle and stitches. No big deal.

[shendefeng]

[He could have been slightly offended at that comment, but as it is her, he can't really talk back about that whining comment. He just leaves it be, and goes for the other thing she said.]

An injury is still an injury, no matter how small you might think it might be.

I personally know what it is like, and it is quite unpleasant, as far as stitches go. I do not know about sprains, but I can only imagine that it would still hurt considerably, regardless.

open | december 20th | evening?

[justiceisdue]

[The walk to the clinic had felt like miles, but Selendis had never been happier to see it. She had to duck down to make it through the door, but the high ceilings were a small blessing. Especially after everything they'd just been though.

There wasn't much privacy here unfortunately, but Karkat didn't seem to be actively hiding his blood or trying to turn her around. So she took him to the nearest unoccupied bed, setting him down and instantly staining the white sheets with three different shades of blood. Lifting up the edge of her loin cloth, she tried somewhat fruitlessly to wipe blood off of his face.]

I will find someone to tend to your injury, Karkat.

Re: open | december 20th | evening?

[dungenessmaster]

[Karkat, at this point, is pretty dazed and mostly pressing his hand to the wound on his face out of habit. he slumps onto the bed and just sits where he's put, not flinching from her attempts to clean him up or making any special effort to hide the injury.

if nothing else, that was probably the best indication of how not okay he was.]

Your injuries, too. You look like... something... run through a thresher... backwards.

[justiceisdue]

I will be fine, thresher or not. [Mostly, and whatever a thresher was supposed to be to him. None of her wounds were gushing blood, so she just ignored the discomfort. It didn't take her long to realize there were a lot of injured people in here, and it might be a wait before they got any real attention.] Where is your medical kit?

fuck I always forget to mention the bag when it counts :c

[dungenessmaster]

Oh, fuck, that thing, I...

[Karkat shrugs off his messenger bag and opens it. there are a few items visible inside: his sickle, a spare shirt, and the first-aid kit Selendis was looking for. He drags it out, letting the bag fall to the floor, and awkwardly opens it with his free hand.]

open | December 20 | evening

[want_the_world]

[Mello's still dazed when he opens his eyes, the unfamiliar clinic fading into existence around him. The discomfort of the IV in his arm, slight but present, an ache in his head that throbs in time with his heartbeat. The clothes he was wearing--what was salvageable of them, he guesses--are folded neatly on a chair near the bed. He sees his gun there, and his wallet. One hand goes automatically to his throat, to check for the rosary, the only thing he has left from his life back home

[closed] holy crap I did not mean to tl;dr this much

[cardfortress]

[While Near has never found Mello awake on the times he's been to the clinic, he knows his recovery has been going well; interrogating the doctors and nurses mercilessly has been the only thing keeping his brain from dying of boredom. But it was on their arrival there, soon after they got out of the battlefield, that he realized Mello's rosary was nowhere to be seen. He doesn't know if it was actually destroyed in battle or if it was simply left behind, but given how destroyed the battlefield has been, the end result is the same: the rosary is gone

[want_the_world]

[Confused and disjointed half-waking dreams, in which a Kishin egg is devouring him, and his blood pools on the snow--or white sand; it seems, somehow, to be both at once.

Mello isn't sure if it's the hesitant steps that bring him back to reality, or something else, but he doesn't have to open his eyes to feel the presence of someone by his cot, and he knows damn well there's only one person who would stand there silently for so long.

It's a small noise, the all but silent rustle of fabric, the faint clatter of something placed on the table, and Mello darts his hand out and catches hold of Near's sleeve, hoping to startle him, because he might feel guilty, but he's not gone soft, and he's ready to say, with only a tinge of mocking in his tone, you had to know I'd catch you here eventuallyThen he sees what Near snuck in to bring, and the words die on his lips. How is that even possible? Mello lets go of N's sleeve and picks it up, and it's not the same as the one he just lost. No, this one's charred, some of the beads slightly melted

[cardfortress]

[Well shit, so much for getting the hell out of there before his partner woke up. Mello grabs his sleeve and Near feels as though he's been quite literally shocked; he jolts and bumps up against the night table with all the gracefulness of an elephant in a china shop, eyes wide and looking very much like he did not expect that at all, even though he should have.

As Mello lets go of his sleeve, Near pulls his hand back quickly, almost as if he's been burned. He watches the recognition dawn on his partner and then he can't watch anything else; he looks away, a hand moving immediately up to his hair to twirl it, in a weak attempt to try to make himself feel slightly less uncomfortable.]

...the amount of time is irrelevant.

[Except it isn't-- it really isn't-- but what else is he supposed to say? That yes, he did indeed wear that rosary for five years because for some weird reason it had made him feel closer to his former rival

Open | December 20 | Evening

[anchorsurfs]

[Motochika was bleeding from half a dozen different wounds, none of them serious by his standards. Him and Shizuo would likely have gone off to rest for the night if one of the medics hadn't noticed them. But he hadn't managed to get away so he'd had injuries dabbed at and patched up thoroughly.

His usual eyepatch was filthy with blood and dirt so it had been replaced with a hospital issue one. The long, jagged and messy scar peeked out from under it as it didn't cover nearly enough area as his normal one. Motochika had one arm in a sling, but first chance he got he was going to dump it. He didn't think he needed it.]

SUP BRO.

[anchorsurfs]

You think we can leave yet?

[He's functioned with much worse injuries and this is only keeping them out from being useful out on the field. Being forced to sit down and do nothing chafes a lot. So far every time they've tried to leave someone showed them back to their beds no matter how much he tried to argue against it. Apparently people needed rest, who knew?]

Doing nothing but sitting here is driving me crazy.