011 ~ [Voice/Action]

[soreplaceable]

[It's later in the evening when the Fon Master makes a reappearance in the village just outside the barracks. Somewhat dazed, Ion takes only a few steps before tripping and falling to his knees in the snow.]

[He brings a hand to his throat as he gasps, the numbing effects of the drugs quickly wearing away and bringing to attention a stinging pain

Comments

[Action] SWOOPS IN LIKE A VELOCORAPTOR?!

[not_a_blueskid]

[NOT WHAT HE WAS EXPECTING IN THE SNOW.

AT ALL.

Looks like talking to that douchehead spirit was put on hold for a minute while he bumbles through the snow toward the figure.]

Hey! You okay?

Hey...

Re: [Action]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[You must be so very out of it, because it's been a while-and there's the clinic! See now, that wasn't so bad, was it? Nicholas huffs a breath of fog, his cheeks and nose already quite red from the exertion and chilliness in the air.]

We're here...

I'm gonna walk ya in now, okay? So just hang on a little bit longer.

[Action]

[soreplaceable]

[And the sight of the clinic is a very welcome one. Once they're inside, warm air fills Ion's lungs and a look of relief crosses his face.]

[He wasn't out of the woods yet, as someone from the clinic would probably have to heal him, but for now, finding a bed to lay in while he warms up would be preferable.]

Re: [Action]

[not_a_blueskid]

[Sounds like a plan. Ploppin' you down on the bed now. 8^V

He looks quietly down at his fingers, takes note of the dried blood at his fingernails, and frowns-but he's not... But he helped a person, didn't he? That was...

A helpful person.

He reaches over and pulls the blankets over the mystery kid, being as gentle as possible.]

Someone's comin right now... okay?

[He hesitates, and then takes a few steps back.]

I-I gotta go. You get better, okay? Stay safe...

Then you can tell me your name.

[Action]

[soreplaceable]

[Ion practically sinks right into the bed, all of his muscles aching from the cold and his body crying for sleep. He doesn't dare turn his neck to look back at Wolfwood, but he can still look over from the corner of his eye.]

[Hopefully Wolfwood can read lips well enough to understand Ion when he mouths the words "Thank you".]

Re: [Action]

[not_a_blueskid]

[There's just a ghostly trace of a smile on the boy's lips, before he turns and quietly walks out of the clinic, hand on his arm. Don't worry about the jacket-he's got another one back where he's staying.

He's thinking you probably need it more.]