[Voice]

[gruesomething]

[Some's voice is strange, as if one person is muttering underneath it, the speakers occasionally switching. One voice is higher, the other gruff, and the two may not be recognizable at all.]

I need- need help in the Hostel lobby, please. Please, it's Lowell. He's sick, he's not answering me.

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[audio~action?]

[swatwithdragons]

[Sharp inhale while his heart tries to asplode out of his chest and his gut attempts to shrivel up into nothing. And then, tersely:]

I'm on my way.

[He takes a few minutes to fly over there, calling 911 on the way (despite stalking the conversation with Ichigo), but it's not all that long, really, before he comes hurrying through the front doors.]

[action]

[gruesomething]

[There's no light in the lobby except for what comes from outside, enough to show a large, gangly creature crouched beside the front desk. It's holding an unconscious Sefton carefully in four arms, clawed feet shifting nervously back and forth.]

Lance! Lance, I found him like this, and he won't wake up!

[action]

[swatwithdragons]

[Lance isn't wearing his headgear, but his eye have adjusted to the darkness during the flight. The movement makes him spin, automatically drawing his gun and aiming it before he actually takes in the shape ... and the voice.

[Even then he just exhales slowly, a little shaky from adrenaline.]

Some?

[He approaches without waiting for an answer, lowering the weapon and not nearly as cautious as he would be usually--but not quite as quickly as he could have been either.]

[action]

[gruesomething]

[The largest two eyes flare wide at the sight of the gun, a learned, very human gesture. The rest, three more to either side, clench tight shut, vanishing in the fur. His hackles come half-up, a ridge of sparse, long fur that extends clear to the crest of his skull, and his hold on the boy tightens.]

Yes! Lance, please, just me, I did not do this!

[action]

[swatwithdragons]

[Only a moment's hesitation. For whatever reason, Some is no longer human. But Lance trusts Some, and being non-human isn't nearly enough to trump that. His pace picks up, the gun is holstered, and within seconds the redhead is beside the grue, already bending over Sefton, hands hovering anxiously.]

What happened?

[Urgent and terse and worried.]

[action forever]

[gruesomething]

There was a sound, almost a sound, and I heard the elevator stop wrong, so I came upstairs and he was on the floor.

[He's trying to only speak with one mouth, the upper one just making small, nervous sounds for emphasis.]

His heart sounds bad, Lance. Ichigo is coming too. We will take him to the hospital.

/HOPS IN

[tamedhollow]

[When Ichigo is in a hurry, he can move. Fast. And thanks to his new magical seal, courtesy of Bete Noire's finest, both the grue and the human will be able to see him in his soul form, plain as day. Well... plain as foggy day. But it's clear enough to tell it's him.

Though the week's hunger has taken it's toll on his grip on humanity, manifesting as his legs taking a more digitigrade stance with more reptilian feet, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. But Ichigo is clearly there, golden eyes reflecting concern. Even if he didn't like Lowell that much, he couldn't let the boy die. The Hollow slides into the room on draconian talons and assesses the situation.

Sefton's life force is weak. This is bad]

Yabe.... Some! Wataru! How long has he been like... [blinking as his eyes adjust to the darkness. Was that big hairy thing... was that Some? No time to worry now...]... eh... How long has he been like this?

you hijacker you!

[swatwithdragons]

[He looks so still. Pale. Even without touching him Lance can tell his breathing's off. The redhead exhales shakily, finally lowered his hand to a light touch and gently brushing Sefton's hair back. The kid doesn't even stir and abruptly Lance finds himself with a lump in his throat, his chest tight. The hospital. Sefton hates the hospital, and with his power ... The redhead's about to ask how long before Ichigo gets there when the Hollow himself speeds into the room. Lance's head snaps up and he automatically bends protectively over Sefton before he sees who it is.]

I don't know.

[Voice a little hoarse with tension. He turns to Some, holding out his arms.]

Give him to me.

[It's an order. Sefton almost looks as if he'd fade away at any minute; Lance needs to be able to hold him, to make sure--to protect him from the people who had no idea about his powers. He'd promised.]

[gruesomething]

[Some transfers him very carefully to Lance's arms, keeping one hand on Sefton, another falling on Lance's shoulder.]

I- I found him like this only a minute before I put out the call.

[tamedhollow]

I... can't tell what's wrong. [Ichigo lowers his head and closes his eyes] Only that his life force is weak, and fading, and his heart is missing beats. [Ichigo looks perplexed, and worried. Was Sefton having a heart attack?] We have to hurry. Some, can you teleport all of us? If not, I can meet you at the hospital. [I need to make sure he'll be ok]

[swatwithdragons]

[Lance cradles Sefton carefully, only half listening to Ichigo as he rearranges the teen so his head is nestled on Lance's shoulder. Still no response at all--nothing. Lance wouldn't have thought his insides could get any tighter, but they do, enough to make him feel sick.

[With a definitely shaky exhale he just brings Sefton tighter against his chest, looking up, voice croaky.]

Fading?

[gruesomething]

I can take us all.

[Some is relaxing, his hackles easing down, so glad that the other two are here now. He should not, he feels, be alone with an unconscious human no matter how in control he feels. Not after everything that's happened lately.]

Lance, are you ready?

[tamedhollow]

Not fast, but his spirit energy is definitely getting weaker. [He could sense it. Smell it. Taste it, even] He needs medical attention, fast.

[Ichigo puts a hand on Some's shoulder] You did good, Some. [he knows how hard it must be to see a food source like that, just lying there for the taking, especially with the city how it is this week]

[swatwithdragons]

[Lance nods, hardly without looking up--but then a moment later he does. His expression is tight and already lined with worry.]

Thank you, Some.

[gruesomething]

[If either of them have been teleported by Some before, they will notice that it is easier this time. There is no hesitation before they vanish, no moment of lingering in the Silence. One moment they are in the dark lobby, and the next they are in the empty corner of the corridor outside the ER that is Some's usual target, marked off by tape on the floor so staff know to leave it empty.]

Unfortunately gtg soon ;;

[tamedhollow]

[Ichigo looks around, surprised at the smoothness of the whole process] Woah... ok... we need to get him checked into ER as fast as possible. That way. I'll see if I can't expedite the process.