[OPEN] CLINIC THREAD - DEATH CITY

[soul_mods]

Characters: OPEN
Location: Horrorspital, Death City
Rating: PG
Time: December 20 onwards
Description: For all your injury needs from all that cavorting around saving Christmas!

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OPEN | Dec 20th - 24th | Late night 20th - anytime

[sadoslash]

[ Sougo hates the word loss. He hates what it does to his pride. He hates that he had to be returned prematurely because he wasn't strong enough. He hates the pain of injury as well, but to be honest that doesn't even compare to the broken pride.

He lost a great deal of blood in Lucerne, had been stabbed clean through the side (fortunately avoiding any vitals) by one of those black blooded spikes, suffered a concussion, broken his arm, and there were various other cuts, bruises, and injuries.

Right now it just kind of hurts too much to sleep, so he's not -- staring out the window at the monstrosity he and Watson had put together for the Excalibur event. Could use some tinsel now that he thought about it. ]

/does terrible things to him in his sleep...i mean hi~

[frissonic]

[Bansai had his reasons for visiting the clinic. Mainly because there had been news of the attacks on the bases, and injured people had been filtering in, many with very grave wounds.

And a certain teenager could be among them. The boy was young, inexperienced. He had to be certain he wasn't among the wounded...or dead.

The musician slips quietly through the hallways, the only sound coming from him being the pulse of his headphones, but a certain individual in one of the beds catches his eyes. Familiar, yes. He knows who the young man is.

This could be interesting or problematic. Or both.]

I FEEL SO VIOLATED!

[sadoslash]

[ Sougo caught sight of him out of the corner of his eye.

Kawakami Bansai.

His eyes narrow slightly. It would figure that he would show his face now. Why? Because Sougo didn't have a weapon handy to go for the kill.

But he doesn't turn to face him, speaking up regardless of whether or not Bansai can hear him over his obnoxiously loud headphones. ]

He's not here. [ So get out. ]

B] Just as planned~

[frissonic]

[And that's the very reason that he's going to lean just in the doorway. The Shinsengumi brat didn't have anything to even try to kill him with, not that he'd let him get away with such a thing.

But, at least there wouldn't be any commotion.

Oh, and he can hear him just fine~]

My eyes work, I daresay. [No, he's caught himself something of interest. When will he have another chance to talk with him like this without explosives being shoved down his throat? <3]

You do not look so well.

open | dec 20 - 22

[hatedriven]

[the first day they show up Sasuke is a flurry of activity, blowing by people with Sara's unconscious and bleeding body in his arms until the nurses take him away and rush him into surgery.

after that, the boy is at a loss. he'll be standing at odd corners of the hospital, ghosting in and out of Rei's room and then into Sara's room once the king is out of the operating room. he'll be covered in dried blood, his hands and his chest and his clothes, until someone gets him to change and clean himself up. but despite appearances he isn't injured. not physically, at least.]

20th

[adamants]

[ Sakura's been rushing around in an attempt to help at the clinic between her shifts with the Watch and picking up more time from the absences in pairs being abroad. She's tired (an understatement) and would really like to stop for a nap. But-!

Things to be done, right?

She hadn't been expecting to see anyone coming back from being on missions for a little while longer. So while she's reading over a patient chart and bumps into Sasuke, she gives a quiet apology without glancing up. But there's something familiar enough that after taking two steps away from him, she pauses, drops the papers back to the chart and looks over her shoulder; surprised. ]

Sasuke-kun.

[hatedriven]

[the bigger surprise is the fact that Sasuke says nothing in return, no barbed remark to watch where she was going. in fact, the collision almost barely seems to register, a roll of his bare shoulder to let her pass. he doesn't glance back at her. though he slows to a stop a moment after she says his name, it's less in response and more that- he's not sure where he's going, but he certainly doesn't seem to notice, or care, about his own rather macabre-looking state.]

[adamants]

[ It's when Sakura notices the blood that she actually stops lolly-gagging. When another medical personnel walks by, she murmurs the patient name, passes off the chart, and then shifts her focus completely. Once tired and dazed, she immediately steps closer to him, reaches for Sasuke's shoulder. ]

Whose blood is this?

[ She knows it isn't his, knows Sasuke better than that. Even if it was his own, there would be bandages of some design. But there's nothing, just drying red on his clothes that makes her blood run cold, because what if-

What if it's someone she knows, too. What if it's-

It couldn't be Naruto, right? It couldn't. They didn't go together, it couldn't.

Sakura reminds herself to breathe, stare into Sasuke's eyes, unwavering. ]

Will you tell me what happened?

Open | Dec 21st

[mumyo_ken]

[Souji had been more than a little confused to wake up back in Death City, in a strange bed, when the last thing he remembered was fighting. It had taken a little while for clarity to return, and now he was feeling vaguely guilty for what he'd put his partner through.

At least the coughing had calmed down a little.]

Dec. 21 / you pick the time.

[shinigamitayuu]

[ She wasn't looking for anyone in particular, but Tsukuyo had heard that the people from Europe were starting to filter back into Shibusen. Her going to the hospital with a bag of apples and oranges (she heard that it was good to give fruits to invalids) was pure curiousity on her part, she told herself. ]

[ She didn't ask the nurses at the nurses station where the returnees where billeted, merely followed the flurry of activity that was the rushing of doctors and nurses to and from rooms. It was just mere coincidence that the first room that she looked into was Okita's. ]

Some vague afternoonish time, I suppose. XD

[mumyo_ken]

[He was still exhausted--and no doubt looked every bit as sick and worn out as he felt--but when he caught sight of Tsukuyo,he managed a smile.]

Ah, hello, Tsukuyo-san.

[He winced a little at how rough his voice sounded]

Have you come by to check on everyone?

o/ visiting the two Okitas in the clinic~ you first, of course ^^

[shinigamitayuu]

[ Yes, Okita looked like he'd been through the wringer and then some. She returns an apologetic smile and a small shrug. ]

No, not on everyone, Okita-san. [ She starts to step into the room, but stops herself. ] Shouldn't you be sleeping, or are you well enough for visitors?

Open | Dec 21 - 23 | Anytime

[timelessummoner]

[After the rather humiliating defeat at the hands of a Black Clown, Raidou is back to the clinic much sooner that he had intended. His right arm is in a cast and you might see bandages peeking out from under his hat. It doesn't help that the Madness Wavelength shook him more than he'd like to admit. And as if that wasn't bad enough, one of the first things he found out upon returning was that several people had been attacked, some of whom he knows and is friends with.

And Rei is in a coma...

So now he's reluctantly occupying a bed in the clinic and silently berating himself - for not being strong enough in Linz, and for not being here in Death City when he was needed. Irrational, perhaps, but still...]

[timelessummoner]

Alucard-san...

[Raidou feels a sting of guilt at seeing the limp. That wouldn't have happened in the first place if he had been more careful...]

How is your leg?