[EVENT] Clinic

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Characters: Open to all
Location: Clinic
Rating: Various
Time: November 1 onwards
Description: Naturally, what event is complete without a butcher’s list? List of relevant links to the event here.

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[November 2, 7:45 PM] [Closed] Kuroro and Kurapika

[ih8spiders]

The clinic was full. The clinic always filled up rather quickly whenever the city got attacked, although they were rather fortunate in that most of the medics were capable of healing wounds, and so beds were usually vacated within a few days, at the most. There was one such free bed now, and Kurapika knew that it would be empty for a few more minutes still--he ducked into the space and pulled the curtain closed around it, then dumped the bandages he'd borrowed from the storeroom onto the bed.

... Okay, now what? He'd ask Watson or Winry for help changing his dressing, but they were both really busy seeing to guests and civilians alike. He'd have to do it himself, albeit carefully--twisting his body the wrong way might just pull the gash on his back open. So he'd be slower than if he got someone to help him with it, but not too slow. Fifteen minutes should be enough...

[alphaspider]

Kuroro hadn't really noticed the transition between the first day to this one, just noted that the sky had lightened, darkened, and lightened again. He'd been investigating the dead, noting where the three invaders had passed, and had tried to find out a great many other things between helping Kurapika do medical work and being bullied by the occasional guest to help them carry corpses away. It almost felt like work

[ih8spiders]

Okay, so maybe Kurapika had realized that it was going to be impossible for him to change his own dressings, given that his injury was at an awkward place, between his shoulder and the small of his back, which was why he didn't really object when Kuroro poked his way through the dubious privacy of the curtains. Instead he threw a half-look over a bare shoulder--he'd somehow managed to remove his shirt, at least, despite all common sense telling him that he should avoid moving the arm connected to the lacerated muscle group--and then looked back at the various first-aid implements he'd dumped on the bed.

"I can't reach," he mumbled, which roughly translated to I need help.

[alphaspider]

He assessed the situation in his usual rapid way, and walked the two half-steps over to stand behind his partner. "I'll do it," Kuroro said, in a considerate attempt to make it look like it was his suggestion.

The cut on Kurapika's back didn't look like it was infected, or that it had worsened in the past day. That English doctor had stitched it up pretty well, and there was fairly little for Kuroro to actually do outside of swabbing it with antiseptic-soaked pads and covering it up again with gauze. He started with the antiseptic.

"Thanks for the knife, by the way," he said lightly at Kurapika's back, beginning his task.

[November 1st- wandering the halls/ 2pm] [OPEN]

[unrequitedtruth]

[The light in the room was bright, and it hurt. Shirley could see it through her eye lids. Slowly, but surely, she opened her eyes- at first squinting. She looked from left to right, her head resting on a pillow as daylight filtered into the room. Shirley felt awful, like she was going to be sick. She closed her eyes again as if trying to will herself back to sleep. That's when the images flooded back like a crashing wave. First was her own death back home, crying to Lelouch, waking up in the dark room, hearing Lelouches and Suzaku's voice again...the cruise, transforming for Denmark, trick or treating, then...Yes, the bathroom. Smashing the sink, who knew she had that much strength. Then came smashing Lelouch around, and then running away before Denmark could find her...and that girl, fighting her- then being on the ground and the man with the glasses. Fighting him, or trying- then black. What had happened to her? It was frightening to think. Slowly she curled in on herself, crying into the pillow. After a couple minutes she managed

[unrequitedtruth]

[Shirley looked up at someone walking towards her. She immediately blushed bright red. It was her, the girl who was responsible for most of her injuries...and also responsible for probably saving lives. Shirley smiled shyly]

Um...Hi.

[Shirley seemed embarrassed by the entire thing]

You are the...

[her voice trailed off]

[Nov 2 | afternoon] [ closed] sollux captor

[just_0k]

[Aradia is typically asleep at this time of day, but after the madness induced hallucinations she finds herself unable to even close her eyes for long. It's one thing to be killed by your potential love interest, but to relive it and then have to rescue him from bleeding to death immediately afterward is a completely different story...]

[When Winry finally gives her a break, Aradia settles in the room he's stationed in. Her eyes swipe over his arm where she knows the doctors sewed his flesh together. Afraid to say anything harmful, she asks what is probably the dumbest question to ask.]

How are you feeling?

[2ollux]

[ Almost exact opposites, and yet so similar in their own ways. Sollux has done little else but sleep since they found him in the streets, and he wonders why he's even been able to manage as much. Perhaps it's Aradia's presence, a near constant for that full day since everything went to shit, the presence of someone familiar, trusted. Maybe it's the memory of the visions seen, when the fear wasn't gripping his chest and tearing at his eyes. Old memories, long-dead. Them, those few he's counted as friends, her hive before it's eventual destruction.

Too many factors. Too much thought. He really needs to learn how to stop thinking.

He's lying back when she enters, eyes on the ceiling and midway between wakefulness and sleep with the decision for which hanging on in the balance. Her voice chooses for him, and he raises his head at her question. Easy to ignore the twinge of pain; he's felt so much worse before. ]

Like thit. How are thingth?

[just_0k]

[Her voice is more airy than usual; empty like it used to be. The only difference is that instead of boredom she feels exhaustion. She had watched him sleep out of the corners of her eyes while taking care of other patients. It was probably the most sleep he'd ever had, she knows how painful it used to be for him.]

They're okay. [No! why why why why did you say that?!] --Better, I mean.

[She sits forward in her chair, leaning her elbows on her knees. There is one thing that has been completely eating her since their arrival, and he is the only one who understands.]

I thought that we would be better off not knowing.

[2ollux]

... Maybe.

[ He's come to dislike that word over the course of a sweep, over the course of their stupid failed waste of a SGRUB session. Okay. 0k. Hollow and void and completely uncaring and a constant reminder of what Vriska -what he himself- had done. Hearing her say it again brings a twinge, but it's gone as soon as it comes. ]

I don't know. Would we?

[endthiscycle]

[That's when Winry entered. She looked a little tired--none of the clinic workers had gotten much sleep, but despite everything that had happened she was in as good a mood as one could be]

You are awake, that's a relief. How are your injuries feeling?

[endthiscycle]

It's alright. I can get you some herbs that'll calm that down a bit. [China had taught her how to make more natural medicines]

Right now you're in my clinic. All the injured at here.

[November 1st/ 8am][CLOSED] Watson and Holmes

[only7percent]

[Holmes had finished what he could of his rounds. It was still odd having such a steady occupation but...a chemist was a chemist and it kept him in a decent enough spot to over hear interesting things.

Still, he could only do so much and eventually he found himself wandering back to the small space he usually found Watson at. He knew what had happened; rumors were rarely wrong so close to the source and now he needed to see his Boswell.]

Watson?

[stalwartcane]

[Watson had, until five minutes ago, been busy tending to the wounded and running about as fast as his legs could carry him. Now he's seated in a corner, looking pale for want of rest, but generally all right. He looks up and brightens in relief upon seeing Holmes.]

Goodness, Holmes. I'd been terribly worried for your health.

[only7percent]

[Holmes let a short chuckle out before seating himself in an available chair.]

It seems our minds move in nearly the same direction. I'm concerned for your health after last night.

[stalwartcane]

Oh... [a little flustered, and he blanches.] I had... bitten Might Gai, that poor but amazingly resilient chap.