Who: Micah, Will, Iris, Russel, Jonathan, and James. What: In a place (and a time) like the one they're in, people get hurt. Fortunately, that's what hospitals are for. Where: Hôpital Salpêtrière When: Just after sunrise on the second day Warnings: Blood, hospital business, anger, and so on.
After they'd gotten into the hospital, someone had taken Iris to take care of her wounds, to treat the shock she had fallen into. It was busy in there, but it didn't surprise him; revolution was the sort of thing that generally lead to violence and death, injuries and worse. Will himself had quickly been pulled away to treat the slashes on his arms. They only started to hurt when the treatment began, and for the first time he noticed that they were a lot larger than he'd originally thought. Permanent proof of this strange event. If they woke up back in Bellum and the marks were still there, that would be more than enough reason for him to find a way out. To just ... leave.
Now, as he lingered in the hospital, his arms bandaged, he watched the activity in only a half-aware state. He wasn't really paying attention. There was something else to deal with. Someone else.
don't linger, murmured the voice of the Hessian in his skull, familiar like a weapon in his hands. don't stay here when there is much more to do, when the lives lay plenty out in the streets, their blood is yours, their deaths yours, why do you wait? It was discomforting to hear so much violence being whispered straight into the center of his mind, and he knew it would take its toll eventually. The men he'd left bloody in the streets were only the beginning, he was sure.
Vaguely, he wondered if any of them would show up here, dragged by some good Samaritan or fellow patriot. He also wondered how many other Bellum residents would end up here, meeting with them to try and figure this whole mess out.