It needs but one foe to breed a war [OPEN]

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Characters: OPEN
Location: Horrorspital
Rating: PG?
Time: Starting October 2 lasting various days.
Description: A place for all those injured from the attack on the city.
Note: It's up to you how long you want your character to stay in the clinic, remember their recovery will take a wee bit longer than usual because of how short on staff the

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October 2-3 [OPEN, Action or Prose]

[oopsnoclothes]

Gray stumbled into the clinic not even sure how he got there but the sign had said "clinic" and he felt like he might need a clinic or at least a bed or something. His head was killing him, he cupped it gingerly and experimentally pressed on the big bump on the back of it that felt bruised and was making his scalp and his hair crusty with blood. He stopped for a moment at the door, holding himself up with its frame, before collapsing into the nearest unoccupied bed.

He just wanted to sleep. Maybe he'd feel better after a nice nap. Hopefully there were no more enemies out there, though, because that would suck. He hated giving up.

3rd, so there can be time for a medic to see him

[terra_inflexus]

Toph had heard that Gray was in the clinic, but she had also heard 'head injury', and had opted to let him rest the first day.

The next day, though, Toph was sitting next to Gray's bed, poking his side with her good arm. "Good morning, Frosty!"

[oopsnoclothes]

Through the haze of sleep and the dull pounding in his head, Gray felt the poking and heard a familiar voice. Enough to try the monumental task of opening his eyes, he supposed.

He stared up at Toph above him and blinked several times. "What're you doing? This is my room..."

Or wasn't it? He turned his head to the side, trying not to wince. Apparently it wasn't his room. "...or not. But... what're you doing here?"

[terra_inflexus]

Sitting back, Toph gestured to her bandaged arm. "Got thrown by a golem and landed funny. You? They were talking about a head injury."

She was more concerned than she let on. Gray was one of her friends, and Toph didn't like it when her friends got hurt.

[OPEN] OCTOBER 2 Evening

[stalwartcane]

He let the communicator slide down his lap after typing out his entry regarding the diet of his companions. Watson was aware that there would be replies soon -- mostly to the accidental recording, perhaps, than otherwise -- but he was weary still and had no energy to reply in a timely manner. As silly as it was, he felt vaguely like he had no countenance to show for his experience.

His back ached as expected, though all the better for being properly stitched, cleaned and dressed in expert care. The witches were no capable hand in the medical line, for expected reasons. He leaned back against a pillow he had stuffed behind his neck and gazed blankly up at the bright ceiling, marveling at so drastic a change in his environment.

[OPEN] OCTOBER 2 Evening

[ih8spiders]

Perceived parental figures were kind of a pain; you never know when one of them might take root and squat in that place normally reserved for people one would die for, or kill other people for if they ever got hurt. The problem was worse for someone like Kurapika - he was already an adult, for god's sake, and shouldn't be listening to little voices demanding that he run up to said parental figure and cling until his natural prudishness took over and overrode the childish urge.

Unfortunately, Kurapika was serving with the clinic that day, positioned just meters away from Watson when that accidental video post was made, and there was nothing stopping him from slithering to the older man's bedside and throwing his arms around the doctor's neck (or rather, head area, since Watson was now lying down; the maneuver was saved from becoming the awkward disaster it might have been only because he held himself back at the last second and barely managed to avoid smashing his head against Watson's) the moment he was done typing out his dietary

/disclaims the second paragraph as inspiration from O’Brian

[stalwartcane]

Watson had not at all predicted the act. Kurapika had always been a properly restrained young man, and did not seem given to outward displays of physical affection. Watson started, thoroughly surprised at the gesture and unfamiliar with it, though there was no visible displeasure in his countenance.

“Ah,” he said, which meant to convey his surprise, that he recognized and possibly missed Kurapika all these past difficult days, that he was all right (or on his way there, sure) and, more to the point, he shared Kurapika’s relief in being home: certainly a considerable burden for a single ‘ah’, but one which it gamely took on.

[ih8spiders]

He hadn't been planning on hanging on for longer than a few seconds, anyway, and was already pulling back as suddenly as he'd approached the older man. (He didn't even know if the hug was for himself or for Watson--probably a combination of both, more of the former since he didn't think the doctor even needed a hug, or would know what to do with one; hah, as if he knew what to do with one.)

But yes, the single "ah" from Watson had him blushing furiously, and he looked away and hurriedly tried to compose himself enough to start explaining. "Sorry, you're--" like a father to me sounded idiotic; he hadn't even known Watson for longer than a few months yet. "--I was really worried." That you'd die as well also went unsaid.

October 2 - October 4. [open ; action or prose ]

[justsopretty]

Clovis did not like to be confined to a bed and found his way to sit on the sill of a window to look out at the city. It helped to remind him that he actually had been brought back to where it was that he had longed to see. One hand set against the pane of the glass before pulling it away. He sighed a little at how much weight he lost, but so had everyone else.

Scars and cuts along each finger were given a once over before settled down on his lap instead. He played a bit with his hair -- happy that it was now washed finally, but it still looked terrible to him as he caught a glimpse of his transparent reflection in the glass. Another shake of his head before he looked past it once more toward the sky. Everyone had come back safely.

Letting out a soft sigh, he rested his head against where the window met wall. Closing his eyes, he was willing to fall asleep in that position. It was far more comfortable than the prone one that he had on the floor for so many days, at the very least.

October 2

[redpeacock]

While Genesis might have preferred to sleep in after a mission, he woke early enough to pay Clovis a visit the very next day after rescuing him. After all, it was rather like a duty he had-- to ensure that who he rescued was going to be alright. In any case, he brought with him a small bag of apples, if the Prince wanted something other than hospital food.

"Clovis...?" His voice was low and soft, not wanting to bother the other man all that much. It was up to him if he would let him see to him.

And besides that-- how could he turn down a request from someone from the future?

[justsopretty]

He opened his eyes first before turning to look to Genesis. Little bit of how he was came forth as his hands moved through his hair to try to appear as presentable as he could. Eventually, after a few sweeping gestures, he gave up and held the sill's edge instead.

"Yes?" A slight tilt of his head in equal question, before looking at the bag with mild interest. "What can I do for one of my rescuers?" That was right. He had to find a way to thank Vergil, Toph, and Genesis for all that they had done for him. Even though the man had said that he did not wish for a reward, he felt somewhat shamed if he did not do something.

[redpeacock]

"I came to check on you-- to see if you were alright," He replied with a little smile, letting the little worry slip away from his features. The prince might feel more at ease if he acted normally. After all, it seemed as if even he was trying to act as he usually did.

Yet somehow, he could tell that something was different about him. Something had clearly changed about Clovis.

"I brought apples, if you wanted to have one," they were nothing like Banora Whites, but Genesis still liked them and found a little comfort in the fruit.

[OPEN] OCTOBER 3

[stalwartcane]

Watson had declined going to that beer party Prussia and his brother had decided to throw. Beyond still being unwell and busying himself with resuming his work in the clinic, he was also extremely reluctant to leave the safety of the Calming Wavelength the man by the door exuded.

It was tedious work to limp slowly around, but he was managing it with great determination, as he made his rounds on the patients.

[ooc: Either he's come to you if you're a patient, or you can waylay him if you're passing by. Action or prose is okey.]

Re: [OPEN] OCTOBER 3

[only7percent]

Holmes had kept to his word, and while Watson had moved around, the detective had finished giving the first round of the antidote to those who had been effected by Crane's chemicals. Once that was done, he returned to his other self-made promise. Keeping an eye on the doctor.

He caught up with Watson near the end of the rounds, following him silently but with a slightly knowing smirk on his lips.

"Your tenacity is showing, Doctor."

[stalwartcane]

Watson was also getting better at slipping past Holmes' even more tenacious guard. But, he supposed with a mild, ironic twist in his gut, there was something about being turned into a dog that made one more reckless.

"It must have been something I caught from a certain fellow lodger I had at home," he replied idly, but his tone was mostly teasing. Watson handed a bundle of clipboards over to his friend. "Will you please put these in the shelf?" It was difficult to stretch his arm over his head with his back injury.

[only7percent]

The new talent was not something that was very pleasing to Holmes. He wasn't used to being evaded, at least not by Watson. If he did not know how much the doctor cared for his patience, he would be considerably more worried. Still...there were dozens of questions lingering on the tip of his tongue. Question that he would never hesitate to bombard a client with. Details were important, and finding out just what had gone on would help the detective greatly with whatever happened next.

So why could he not simply ask the doctor what had happened?

"Mmm yes, Mrs. Hudson is rather like an unmovable stone isn't she?" He took the clipboards and easily placed them on the shelves, in an order the Watson would use. Not the hodge podge organization Holmes preferred.

He folded his arms and glanced at Watson. It was a simple question- so...what was stopping him?

Oct. 02 [Open, Action or Prose]

[strengthtohelp]

Noa hadn't suffered from this sort of throbbing, all-encompassing pain since his days back home in Calm, he thought as he dragged himself to the clinic. Crossing his arms across his upper body, he realized that, aside from receiving the periodic Healing Shard treatments, he almost forgot about his health condition. Since arriving in Neotopia and undergoing its hospitals' finest treatment, he never felt so light and free to do whatever physical activity he wanted

/because random CR is awesome!

[alphaspider]

Kuroro had been pretty banged about from the mission, as expected. Kurapika had also taken cared of most of them, also as expected. Kuroro didn't really have a purpose for being in the clinic aside from seeing if his partnered needed him, as the meister to one of the few weapons who could heal people around. He was a little worn out from the fight, but nothing significant that would stop him from being benevolent.

It was on his way in when Kuroro, chewing on a piece of chocolate hanging from his mouth, noticed the boy hobbling into the clinic. It wasn't really his business -- Kuroro was more interested to see how much pain the kid was in -- but the kid was in the way.

"You need help, kid?" he asked after a brief struggle with chewing the chocolate block furiously and swallowing it. His left hand had the rest of the chocolate bar from it, and on the right was a mug of coffee.

/loves on said random CR!

[strengthtohelp]

Noa lifted his head to look where that voice originated. "Do you work here?" he asked, desperately perhaps. Granted, this person was snacking on chocolate and a hot drink. If there was any chance he was hospital staff though, Noa could use the help. He clutched his side in an attempt to cancel out the pain with applied pressure. It didn't help very much. "I... I need to see a doctor," he said. Being seen in his weak, pained condition made him self-conscious. He couldn't help that sentiment even though his health was more important than his pride.

[alphaspider]

Whoa, looked like the kid was really in some sort of trouble. Kuroro couldn't see any visible injuries on him that could be potentially lethal, but then again, other people were often less tolerant of pain. The squeezing of his side could mean a broken rib or two.

"I sort of do. Here." He put the chocolate bar and coffee aside and, because trying to help the kid hobble along would waste both their time, Kuroro just picked him up.

"Kurapika," he called out in an even voice as he strode into the clinic proper with his load. "Patient for you."