There is a shadow
Characters: OPEN
Location: Horrorspital
Rating: PG?
Time: Starting September 26 lasting various days.
Description: A place for all those injured from the attack on the city. Unfortunately the clinic seems to be missing many of it's healers.
Note: It's up to you how long you want your character to stay in the clinic, remember their recovery will ( Read more... )
Location: Horrorspital
Rating: PG?
Time: Starting September 26 lasting various days.
Description: A place for all those injured from the attack on the city. Unfortunately the clinic seems to be missing many of it's healers.
Note: It's up to you how long you want your character to stay in the clinic, remember their recovery will ( Read more... )
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She winced when a pang of pain ran through her. Hurting, but alive, and that was what counted. She'd survive.
After all this was only the beginning of the fight. They still had a lot more to do until this was all over, and Winry would--had to see it through to the end or she would never feel closure with this long ordeal she and the others had been through. How long had it been? Only a month had passed here, but for them it was nearly four times that length ( ... )
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Looking in on the clinic, she saw that Winry was up now. "You're back," Naomi said to her quietly. It reminded her of a greeting she herself had received just a few months ago, having been rescued from the grip of death by a miracle. Perhaps this wasn't much different. Nobody had known whether those four might come back alive or not, if at all, and Winry certainly looked as if she'd been near death.
"You are still alive, aren't you?" The question was more wry and rhetorical than anything else, and Naomi turned away to busy herself with some papers. If Winry needed some sympathy, fine; if not, no use giving it where it wasn't wanted. "It's good to see you again."
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"Think so. Still hurting so I must be." Well, perhaps not so much hurting as it was just feeling like her body was a dead weight. She and Miranda had both exerted themselves the previous two days and it felt like it would take forever for her body to finally catch up. She knew better than to believe that was actually the case. Maybe one more day, especially under the care of Naomi and Kurapika with their special abilities and she'd be able to get around but it certainly felt that bad right now.
Her shoulders relaxed a little. "Thank you. It's good to see you too--good to be back. Seems like a lot has happened since we've been gone." Some of which she knew thanks to 'history' but the details of who was taken and when, that was lost to her.
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She didn't know if Winry knew of what had happened to Watson, through whatever she'd heard in the future or right here in the present. If not, Naomi was probably going to be the one to break to her and the thought of that was unpleasant. All the same, Naomi would need to find that out sooner or later. "What have you been told about them, by the way?"
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Didn't stop him from trying to escape his bed through the night and morning. He had no intention of staying here more than a day if he could help it. There were plans to be made, the city to look over, arrangements for the dead, the guests, the four who just came from the past (his saviours). Seeing if Maka was all right.
Spirit was in the process of slipping out of his bed again, regardless of his injuries and whoever was there. He was patched up. That should be enough,
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Adah's voice was matter-of-fact, as if she didn't care who it was that was trying to turn tail and run from the clinic. After the disappearance of Watson, she had been putting in more hours than usual at her new job, trying to help as best she could with his disappearance. The work made up for the strange things she felt when she thought about how Watson had been in front of her one day, and then missing the next.
Standing close to Spirit's bed, she had her arms crossed. As much as Adah wanted to be congenial, it simply wasn't in her to try. The more analytical side of her took over, assessing damage done and how fast it would be before Spirit could actually leave.
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"I have a lot of work to do." A year ago, Spirit would have been shying away from all administrative work. That had always been more of Shinigami's thing, with Spirit as his representative. These days, Spirit found himself needing to make more and more decisions in behalf of Shibusen. It was stressful but necessary.
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"If you need help..." Adah trailed off, finding it hard to offer up her assistance to someone who always seemed to have it all together (albeit in a strange, lopsided way).
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Kurapika didn't have the heart to ask him if he would prefer you injured and stuck in bed or healthy and running into even more trouble.]
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They had rushed him to the clinic after the fight, when he had fallen into a dumb daze from blood loss and extertion. He had just made sure that the four guests were all right before letting them take him, half-conscious, to wherever they wanted him to go. He was on a hospital table at that moment, bleeding from an injury to his eye, lung punctured, a deep slice on his neck and various cuts and puncture wounds from Risa and Arisa's claws.
"--isa," he mumbled and moaned, visible blue eye unfocused as he remembered the fight and the black blood.
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The first clinically assessed the damage, what had to be tended to first, what would take the longest to heal, and even what sort of weapons had inflicted the wounds to begin with. In seconds he knew exactly how to go about putting Spirit back together, and wasn't actively concerned for his senpai's life, even though he was aware of some faint emotion he could only call dissatisfaction that he had been so badly wounded in the first place ( ... )
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It was strange to have a body that was both so used to the hospital table under a certain doctor's hands (however unknowing past operations were) but at the same time so terrified of it. Logically speaking, there was really nothing to be scared of. Sure Stein sometimes switched his toes around and at one time, he had green eyes, but he always came out of these things whole, scratchless, and most importantly, unaware.
But, you know. There was something very freakish about your body parts either going missing or switching places overnight. Even if you don't notice it happened. Very, very logically, Spirit also knew that Stein was a good man, and that Stein wouldn't actually hurt him. Years and years of being partners left no doubt in his head, and sure Stein was sometimes kind of crazy and made weird crazy faces and did weirder crazier things like drive a screw through his head, but Spirit could trust him with his life and some extra ( ... )
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Of course, coming from Stein it was really just unbearably creepy. Or at least that's what Stein's data suggested.
Stein didn't bother with much more than local anesthetic. He worked almost quickly enough that pain wasn't an issue, and anyway, supplies were running low and Spirit was very resilient. He began to deal with senpai's punctured lung, inserting a chest tube.
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You're looking a bit peaky. Maybe you should take a break. [This to Naomi. He doesn't know her that well, but he can't help worrying.] Is there anything I can do to help?
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[shakes his head as if to avoid getting depressed about it again] My weapon form can heal, but my meister isn't here at the moment.
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