001 | recovery

[earthsend]

Who: Terra and Micaiah
When: The day after the battle.
Where: Terra's room, Chaos base
What: Terra's in bad shape after the battle. Micaiah offers to help.
Type: Log
Notes/Warnings: Blood/bad injury? That's about it.

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[bringingdawn]

Micaiah had slowly made her way to Terra's room. It wasn't so much by choice, as he had sounded urgent, but more so by hindrance. She herself wasn't feeling too great - she didn't have any real physical injuries to speak off, save a few bruises, but was just tired - so progress had been slow, gathering the things she needed. She had her tome, more so out of habit and the fact being parted from it for a battle had shaken her up too much. It was like a comfort blanket, and she wasn't letting it go. She also had a stave; for healing. She just had to hope that would be enough. She'd been practicing, but... things were still touch and go.

Eventually, though, she got there, avoiding the gaze of any onlookers that might be watching. As she opened the door before her just a crack, she slowly called out his name. "Terra?"

[earthsend]

Even though he'd granted her permission to come in via the crystal, Terra still started at the voice and tried to sit up, which only ended in a wince and him slumping back to the bed, fresh pains shooting up his leg.

"...Yeah," he said eventually, gritting his teeth. "You can... come in." Undoubtedly he looked a mess: his face was pale, drawn, and he hadn't had a chance to clean most of the blood from himself. When he'd spent an entire night with a stabbing, burning ache in his leg, the last thing he cared about was appearances.

[bringingdawn]

Micaiah opened the door quietly before gently touching it back into place behind her, reorganising what she was carrying at the same time, before making her way inside.

She wasn't a stranger to blood, and to death. Back home, she was fighting a war, a war for liberation. There had been many lives taken, many dead, many of her own seeking assistance. But part of her was still unprepared for the sight before her; so much so that her mouth slacked a little, letting out an audiable gasp in surprise.

But she could be surprised and shocked and all that later. For now, there were other things to worry about. "Tell me where."

[earthsend]

Terra set aside his communication crystal, attempting again to sit up, using the wall beside the bed to support him. There was a tear in the pleats of his hakama where the bullet had made a hole, just above the knee. "Here." With shaky, fumbling movements, he leaned forwards and ripped more of the material, exposing the bloodstained bandage around his leg. There was a noticeable cut on his shoulder, too, but it was nothing compared to the worst of his wounds, and had largely stopped bleeding.

"Gunshot wound," he said, without looking up. "Looks like Cosmos' side doesn't like killing."