Arika had come out of her quarters at the loud noise. She'd been sleeping quite peacefully, when something loud shook the bus and went right into her ears. She'd startled out of her room in a blanket, moving quickly through the hallway...and to where she'd discerned the location of the previous noise.
Once there, she claps her hands over her mouth. "Matt!"
Arika moves her feet quickly, dropping the blanket (thankfully, she's not nude, but wearing a nightgown Rein had designed for her) and putting her hands on Matt's shoulder.
"Close your mouth, and do not move. I will be back with a warm towel and the medical kit."
Matt bubbled a reply as he closed his mouth, tasting the tang of blood swishing around his lips. Yeah, internal injuries. Asuna must have given him more of a beating than he thought.
Arika returns with the medical kit and four wet cloths. She takes one and places it upon the most bloody area of Matt's body, then laid the larger cloth on his ribs, then took the last two and tapped Matt's chin.
Matt opened his mouth, hoping he hadn't bit his tongue when Asuna was giving him the beating of a lifetime. No, it was just bounced around a little. "Aaah," he said.
Arika puts the towel in his mouth, watching briefly as it soaked up the blood. She turns her attention to his head and lays the last cloth upon the side of his cranium, then appraises Matt's form for any other serious injuries.
When she cannot find any, she takes the medical kit and opens it.
The message she read had chilled her to the bone. No, it couldn't be Matt she thought, running down to the witch bus. She guessed she'd never run so fast in her life, but that wasn't important now. Her friend was in pain: she had to help him.
"Matt?" She reached him, seeing he was worse for wear. She bent beside him, her eyes swimming in fear. "What happened to you?"
She saw Arika, and normally would have said something, but Matt was her primary concern. Cassie's death had not left her memory.
"Ku-tah-rah?" slurred Matt as he focused watery eyes on her. He was fighting to stay focused like all good concussion patients did. "Asssuuuuu... suuu... Asuna... not right... sent to... to..."
He groaned and reached up to her cheek. "Told... princess shouldn't cry..."
She put he arm at his shoulder, trying to get him to lean on her. She was holding back tears a little: she had never seen Matt this beat up before, and she could heal him, she noticed that Arika was attending to him already.
"You're sounding kinda fragmented Matt. Who did this? Why?"
"Right," Katara said, shaking her head. Why would she want Matt to talk when he was already so badly beaten up? But it was the thought someone could hurt him, someone she could do something like that to him.
She walked over to the medical kit and touched the ice pack for a few seconds before taking it and handing it over to Arika. "I may be able to heal him with my water bending actually."
Arika takes the ice pack, not for a moment bewildered by Katara's ability to turn the water in the pack to frozen ice. She placed it upon the cloth upon Matt's head, keeping it there, lest it slip if she let go.
"Do what you must, Katara. I trust you are strong."
All Zetta knew was that someone had been burbling hurt messages over the comms. Despite being... well, Zetta, the Overlord had no intention of entering a potential combat zone unprepared. (As for why he decided to show up... he wanted combat! It had nothing to do with someone being hurt! Absolutely nothing! Shut up!) So he was a little late to the show -- and his arrival was presaged by his leader-mook all but bursting into the bus, comically-oversized sword in hands.
She took a moment to appraise the situation, then abruptly put the sword away. From outside, someone pitched in the ludicrously large Sacred Tome. The leader caught it, then turned so the face on the front could view this tangle.
"Someone worked him over good," Zetta said impassively. "Any danger still in the area? The perimeter is secure, but it looks like this place is a little bigger than it should be."
Of all the things Katara had been expecting to see, a bok with a face was not one of them. Had Matt not been in the condition he was in, chances were she would have stood mouth agape for a good few seconds. Instead Katara was alert, checking Matt for any other damages.
"I don't think so," Katara said, "as far asthere being any danger in the area right now. But the place being bigger is a part of teh magic: the W.I.T.C.H. bus is accomodating that way."
Once there, she claps her hands over her mouth. "Matt!"
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What happened... oh right, fight... passing out... Asuna...! "Asuna..." bubbled out Matt, his voice thick with blood.
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"Close your mouth, and do not move. I will be back with a warm towel and the medical kit."
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"Open your mouth, and keep it open."
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When she cannot find any, she takes the medical kit and opens it.
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The message she read had chilled her to the bone. No, it couldn't be Matt she thought, running down to the witch bus. She guessed she'd never run so fast in her life, but that wasn't important now. Her friend was in pain: she had to help him.
"Matt?" She reached him, seeing he was worse for wear. She bent beside him, her eyes swimming in fear. "What happened to you?"
She saw Arika, and normally would have said something, but Matt was her primary concern. Cassie's death had not left her memory.
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He groaned and reached up to her cheek. "Told... princess shouldn't cry..."
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"You're sounding kinda fragmented Matt. Who did this? Why?"
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"He has a large injury upon his head. I need you to go take the ice pack in the medical kit and fill it with ice."
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She walked over to the medical kit and touched the ice pack for a few seconds before taking it and handing it over to Arika. "I may be able to heal him with my water bending actually."
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"Do what you must, Katara. I trust you are strong."
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The honorifics were a little tricky, but she thought she may have had this right.
She brought her hands over to Matt, her hands glowing blue. "This will take a few minutes," she told him.
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She took a moment to appraise the situation, then abruptly put the sword away. From outside, someone pitched in the ludicrously large Sacred Tome. The leader caught it, then turned so the face on the front could view this tangle.
"Someone worked him over good," Zetta said impassively. "Any danger still in the area? The perimeter is secure, but it looks like this place is a little bigger than it should be."
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"I don't think so," Katara said, "as far asthere being any danger in the area right now. But the place being bigger is a part of teh magic: the W.I.T.C.H. bus is accomodating that way."
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