The Muller Effect discussion

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Most of the time, the infirmary was the sort of place one could consider quiet. With heroes turning up to get looked at after a mission with a few too many times of being tossed around; the usual. Now, even, it was a relatively peaceful locale within the headquarters. Until the trio burst in.

Cedric was bleeding — bad. Maybe a little worse than when he'd gotten to headquarters. Yerim hadn't — didn't — want to look at how bad it was beyond the glimpse she'd caught of it before. The last thing she wanted to know was exactly how blood he'd lost in the time it'd taken the hero to get to headquarters. Hoisting his limp body into the infirmary with Ioto's help, she was raising her voice even as a nurse looked their way.

"Help! He's lost a lot of blood." Blood that was soaking into her furry cardigan, matting the pink faux fur. That was never going to come out.

“What do you need me to do?” Ioto asked, helping her put Cedric onto a cot. He was, somehow, staying pretty calm for the situation. The voice was staying quiet and he was able to focus on his instructions.

    

Cedric had passed out some time in-between the beginning of the ride to the middle, and had only just become conscious again when they entered the infirmary. Doctors came, ushering themselves into the room and ordering people around. Cedric huffed, putting his head down on the pillow.

“Thank you for bringing him here.” Said one doctor. “You made it just in time. If one of you could go get the stitch strands, they’re in the bottom drawer off to your right. And hurry up!” He shooed them off, rushing to Cedric’s side to inspect the wound.
  

The weight on her shoulders, even with Cedric now on a bed and getting looked at, didn't seem to leave her. Yerim couldn't quite shake the sense that if she'd come in sooner, or they'd reached out to her earlier, she might have been there and all of this could have been avoided. Shaking hands tucked hair behind her ears, absentmindedly going through the motions of composing herself with bloodstained hands. Only to realize that she was getting blood on everything. "Uh—" A shaky breath drawn in as she pulled the cardigan off; the worst offender in this case. Left it at the foot of Cedric's bed before darting off to grab the stitch strands as instructed.

Ioto stayed with Cedric. The voice leaving his mind. It’s alright, everything is alright. The voice said in Cedric’s mind. It was soothing and helped with Cedric’s headache.

    

The doctors began to swarm around, inspecting wounds, but mainly the slash on his side. The magic heroes headache dulled down, quieting at the voice that spoke. A nurse came in and approached Yerim, smiling at her softly. “Thank you for helping out. Apologies you had to carry him..” She lightly pat the hero on the shoulder, taking the stitch strands from her. Those would be used to tighten the area around the wound, since they held a powerful source of magic.
  

The pat on her back was like the release of tension she needed. "It's no problem." Voice light and airy as she spoke, handing over the stitch strands as her shoulders sagged. It was all she could do to keep from falling over. But —

she still had patrols.

Patrols that might lead her to whoever had done this. Ideally, normally, she would have continued in her whining about coming in on a day off. Cedric, even, would have been the unfortunate listener to her woes until she set off to actually do her job. Couldn't really do that now, with Cedric unconscious and Ioto focusing on helping him out. At least, she thought that was what was happening right then.

He was in good hands. Taking a deep breath, Yerim grabbed her ruined cardigan. "Call me if he wakes up, please?" With an answer in the affirmative, she was out the door.

( that's fin for yerim )

((I don’t really know what else Ioto can do tbh))

((Everything’s just pretty much good now. I’m gonna do a solo roleplay for a bit and then be open again for public’s (: ))

Greysons arms were burned almost up to the elbow. As much has he hasn’t wanted to blow the place up, he couldn’t say it wasn’t his fault, he had activated his powers after all. He stayed unconscious for another 30 minutes, waking up to see both his arms wrapped in medicated bandages.

He sat up and glared at her after looking around the room. “I guess I’m still in the Headquarters huh..” He mumbled.

He frowned. “Dunno, I can feel them..” He said. “But by the looks of it, not so good.”

He was barely able to catch them. He put them on with quite a struggle which was probably quite entertaining for Lyra. “Well, what now?” He asked, sitting up in the cot.

“Ok.. well..” He smiled awkwardly. “Then why are you just staring at me?” He asked.

“Yeah, you were.” He said, giving her a weird look.

He shrugged. “Well if you aren’t going to get someone I’ll just leave, and go home.” He said.

“Yeah, I could also knock you out and just run.” He said. “But you’re too fast for that huh.”

“So what are you gonna do? Just keep staring at me?” Greyson asked. “I mean, I totally understand if that’s what you wanna do.” He said, it was hard to tell if was being flirty or just stupid.

“Keep telling yourself that.” He said, already trying to figure out how to leave.

He smiled slightly. He looked out the window, it was definitely big enough for him to get through. He messed with his gauntlets, they had remote control of his bike. The bike quietly pulled outside the window, and just as Lyra looked away, he launched himself towards and out the window with a small power blast.

Greyson just barely managed to get away. It was past midnight and the boss would me MAD.