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[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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[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.]

oh well <3

[swatwithdragons]

[Somewhere in the part of his mind that's still paying attention, Lance does notice that, yes. But, currently, he's more concerned with finding the right direction.]

As long as they understand that I'm staying with him.

[Grimly. God only knows how the kid would react if he woke up with strangers with needles hovering over him.]

<3

[gruesomething]

[Some cupped a hand over his mouths, trying to filter at least some of the taste of easy prey out of each breath.]

Can you two- I want to stay, but- I am worried, but I sh-should not be here.

OK NOW I AM SLEEPING

[tamedhollow]

[it's hard, even for Ichigo. Hospitals are places of the dead and dying, perfect prey for a starving Hollow. But he resists, the memory of that Incident still fresh in his mind]

... I shouldn't stay long, either. Wataru will make sure he's ok.

sleep well!

[swatwithdragons]

Go.

[Half an order, mostly to Some, but Lance turns to include Ichigo in this as well.]

He'll be okay.

[It's not nearly as confident as he could have wished, especially with the way he glances down at Sefton's face, his brow lined with apprehension.]

[gruesomething]

[Some takes a half-step forward, upper body canted forward to peer down into Lance's face.]

Go ahead, Ichigo. I can stay a while.

[tamedhollow]

[Ichigo huffs, then nods] I'm gonna go. I'll be back later to check on him. I can't stay here, not right now. [he looks around for the nearest door, then he's gone]

[swatwithdragons]

Thank you--

[Lance glances up, but Ichigo is already gone. The redhead spends a moment looking after him, but his injured shoulder is starting to ache, now, an ache he barely had the thought to notice before, and he needs to get Sefton taken care of.

[So he turns down the corridor, toward the ER, moving quickly.]

[gruesomething]

I can carry him?

[Some keeps up with Lance, head ducked against the bright lights of the ER as the corridor opens suddenly onto it, its usual bustle of patients and doctors. Some of them are a little startled to see him, as he's never been here before like this.]

[swatwithdragons]

I've got him.

[Shortly. No way he's letting the kid go, even with the ache-turning-pang in his shoulder. A few of the hospital staff are looking over now, or rather staring, but Some seems to be putting them off and Lance has already moved right up to one of them before they think to come to him.]

He collapsed. I need a doctor. [And then, when the man hesitates, his eyes on Some:] Now!

[With a squeak the man jumps for the phone.]

[gruesomething]

[Some backs off, separating himself from the two humans enough that he doesn't intimidate the doctor who comes to examine the boy, even though it's a man he knows. Instead, he goes to speak to the RN in charge of the ambulance bay, his boss. By the time he rejoins Lance, slinking low to be as unintimidating as possible, there is a bed arranged for Sefton, and a room.]

[swatwithdragons]

[By that time they are in an examination room and Lance seems to be just on the verge of pacing restlessly and not daring to, since he's holding Sefton's hand. He's also eyeing the doctor very, very carefully, and the doctor, apparently having a clear sense of preservation, is explaining things very, very carefully before he does them.

[The redhead glances over to acknowledge Some's entry, but then wordlessly goes back to listening to the doctor and watching Sefton's slack face. It seems an interminable amount of time before the doctor finally announces Sefton is being moved to a room, and Lance refuses to step more than a foot away.]

[gruesomething]

[Some comes up beside Lance, doing his best not to startle anyone.]

What did they say?

[swatwithdragons]

[Dully.] No higher brain functions. Possibly in shock. S'if he just shut down.

[At least there were functions. That was a good thing, right?]

[gruesomething]

But they can fix him, right?

[swatwithdragons]

I don't know.

[Whispered, hollow, apprehensive. His grip tightens on Sefton's hand.]