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[fanofthegenre]

The patch on the back (and front) of Beckett's bulletproof vest announces her occupation loud and clear as she strides in through an appearing door with crowd in towRight now, her goal is simple, and since she's in cop mode, there's a certain single-mindedness that she seems to have taken on. Her steps are confident and sure as she enters, her

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[justdidntseeit]

Kate's close behind Beckett, cradling an underweight, filthy Boo in her arms as the toddler sniffles into Kate's shoulder.

Stroking Boo's matted hair with one hand, she glances around the bar, praying there's a doctor here or in the infirmary; not only does Boo need attention, but Nathan and Matrix have been bleeding since they left Hell Hall.

[renegade_enzo]

Much of that bleeding has stemmed since he'd been hit and given on-the-spot treatment, but it doesn't take much to get it started again.

Rubbing at it will do that.

Not for the novelty of being able to bleed but because his head still hurts whenever he moves it.

Sooner this gets looked at the better. He has no plans to stay very long, not when he wants to get back to his wife's side.

Rabastan, on the other hand, has fallen behind a little. Here in Milliways there are doctors and nurses and other healers. Here he can be assured that whatever Boo needs will be given to her, and that he'll get to see her very soon, once visitors are allowed.

It will give him time to either get or make a gift for her to cheer her up with.

For now, his stomach is growling, and, since the worst of his injuries is a sore foot and spell damage [nothing too severe that he can't magic away], he'll be moseying off to get something to eat.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill stays close to Kate and Boo.

As far as injuries go he's doing alright, he's sore and possibly bruised with a few scratches from the dogs, but nothing he's going to worry about until Boo and the others are taken care of.

He looks around to see if anyone answers Beckett's call.

[waylostandfound]

Nathan had his hand against his left arm to staunch the blood flow. It was only a deep graze, probably just needed a stitch or two. In any event, Boo needed attention first. She was just a kid and in bad shape. He knew he could wait.

After all, it wasn't like he hasn't had worse.

"Where the hell are they?" He did growl a little in passing as he glanced around, his gravelly voice being more prominent in his anger.