[15] - [Voice]

[failedcreator]

[Voice. So very pointedly voice. Victor sounds terrible, and in pain.]

I need help. There was a man with a mask and coat. Red. A machine. [Heavy breathing.] I am injured. He hurt Amanda. I cannot find her. [More heavy breathing.] He may be playing his games with her.

[OOC: Well, Victor doesn't realize that the man in the coat is Amanda. He's just

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[Spam] - For Data.

[failedcreator]

[Victor was still slumped in the corridor, staring at his journal dully. He should have sent Data a private message, but the barge had to be informed that Amanda was still in danger. He leaned forward, silently in pain, resisting the urge to scream. It would not help the situation.]

[Spam]

[empirical_data]

[The tricorder going off was his first indication that something was wrong. It wasn't until he got that desperate message, mid-running from his room, that he realized how wrong.

When he catches sight of him in the hallway, his heart sinks like a lead weight in his chest. A reaction he never wanted to ever feel or experience.] No, no no no....

[He runs to his side, hooking an arm around his shoulders and underneath his knees.] Victor, it's me... We are going to go to the infirmary. [All comfortingly as he picks him up.]

[Spam] - ;__;

[failedcreator]

I was going to tell him that you would come. [And now he's in the air. And stilll horribly in pain because of the face and breathing very, very heavily.] I think I won some manner of game.

[The wonders of shock were apparently setting in. Victor spent a second looking at Data's coat, which has managed to get some blood on it from Victor's face.] He is going to hurt Amanda. We should... find her.

[Spam] ;_; Going to snag House in a tag or so...

[empirical_data]

[He was supposed to keep him safe! Not allow him to be hurt. He should have been more attentive somehow. Thankfully he has enough processes to blame himself on his failure as well as run Victor toward the infirmary.] We will, Victor. I'm going to go back as soon as you're safe and have a look around, I promise.

[And sorry for the bumpy ride, Victor, but he does his best to keep him from jostling too much as he rushes him to the infirmary.]

VOICE.

[stopthat_destro]

Oh, if only there were a doctor around to help you. [Says the doctor. WHO WON'T HELP YOU C:]

VOICE.

[failedcreator]

[Have some heavy breathing and a little bit of laughter.] The person in the coat... must have known of you. [According to injured Victor logic.]

VOICE.

[stopthat_destro]

Because we monsters stick together? [A beat. YOU CAN HEAR THE SMILE IN HIS VOICE.] Perhaps I should check on you.

VOICE.

[failedcreator]

[Have more pained laughter.] Humans cannot be trusted either. Does that please you?

[heavenonthemind]

I... do you need the Infirmary?

[failedcreator]

Yes. There was burning. [Behold, the sounds of trauma.]

This will scare Judas for daaaaaays.

[heavenonthemind]

Bur--- explain when you get to the Infirmary. I'm on my way, Victor.

Amanda is waiting for him behind dark corners. :|

[failedcreator]

Infirmary. Yes. [He sounds pained, but pleased.] There is medicine there.

[ichoosefight]

Games? [ THAT SOUNDS BAD. ]

A man in a red coat. Where was he headed?

[failedcreator]

Away. From the room. To stairs? [Garbled, very helpful.]

[ichoosefight]

I'm on it. Just stay where you are until help arrives. I'll find your friend.

[failedcreator]

[He assumes that friend means Amanda.] Her neck... cut. Bleeding.

[deusexmechanic]

[Ffffff, have Harper sounding irate and worried because he kinda likes you, you little jerkface.]

Where are you? Is Data there?

[failedcreator]

Floor eight. Bottom. [He doesn't sound so sure.] Data's here.

[deusexmechanic]

[Imma assume that Data is faster than Harper and you're totally already in the infirmary at this point, but Harper still sprints down to the bottom floor and hunts through a bunch of rooms. Just to make sure. As such, his next reply comes a bit later.]

Tell me-- tell me they've got you drugged outta your mind for this? Just slur, if you can manage it?

[failedcreator]

[Victor, currently being taken to the infirmary, is so confused by the random voice coming out of his journal.] Walking?