Who: Finn and Kyrie What: Helping the injured When: July 19, end of the storm Where: The dock and Medical Rating: Low - some mention of injuries Status: Complete
When the warning that a hurricane was approaching the island Finn knew what he had to do, as much as Riley disliked it (and had said so in no uncertain terms) he could help, water was his thing - his ability and if he was able to save even one structure from getting too damaged in the destruction that he knew would follow, it would all be worth it. While he wasn’t the only hydrokinetic on the island he was probably one of the most powerful so it was decided that Finn would go down to the dock, their food and the rest of the supplies came via there, any real damage might result in boats unable to make their deliveries. This dock was the only real lifeline between the rest of the world and the island and Finn was going to do everything he could to make sure it stayed standing.
As the hurricane got closer and the storm surge started to build Finn took his place on the dock, facing the torrential rain. He wasn’t afraid of getting washed out to sea or anything but he could hear Riley in the back of his mind, telling him how crazy he was to be standing right there in the path of it all. The waves grew bigger as each minute passed and the hurricane neared the land, in the pouring rain he stood there, using everything he knew and had been taught about his ability to drive the water and waves away.
It wasn’t easy, Finn had never undertaken such a large task - trying to control the darn ocean (that wasn’t just making some better waves for him to surf) or for so long, the hours wore on, he fought the exhaustion that threatened to set in and only when things seemed to improve, when the worst of the storm seemed to be over did Finn finally give into that ache that went through his whole body. Collapsing unceremoniously on the dock.
Kyrie was pacing.
Her legs were strong from her days in the circuit. Pattering of feet echoed through the Facility. She was nervous and couldn’t help it. This was the first time she had been out of the apartment like this, for this long, without a word from Ben or Fitz. That was her primary concern: what happened to her brother? Where was the feline posing often as a man? Was he alright? Had the storm taken him?
Each time the door opened to the place where she was Kyrie lifted her eyes, steps pausing as her frame tensed with hope that the kitty would crawl a wet mess through the doorway and she could be absolutely sure that he was fine. But every time she was wrought with disappointment. She should be doing more, she should be out there looking for him.
Finally Kyrie decided to go. It was foolish and she knew it. Pulling her dark hair up she pinned it in a twist of tresses as tightly as she could that wouldn’t cause too much pain.
And then she was leaving the Facility hours after she had arrived there in the blink of an eye. Jakob would just have to forgive her.
Instantly she was soaked.
The storm was not as bad as she had pictured considering its size and the howl of the wind. Squinting her eyes shut Kyrie wandered, searching and searching until she came upon something in a heap at the dock. Realizing that it was a man, one she had seen at the library upon coming closer to him, Kyrie rushed over and kelt. He was breathing and she was frantic, seizing his wet frame and lifting him up in a bridal style position as if he weighed nothing.
She turned, wary of the mud and puddles of wet earth trying to claim her, and began to make her way back to the Facility.
Finn was out cold, there was a soft groan but he did not wake or move when was picked up from where he had collapsed on the dock. Earlier there was a bit of blood that had dribbled from his nostril from his over exertion but that had washed away with the rain that was still falling but not as hard as it had been all day long.
The whole time he had stood on that dock and the areas nearby trying all that he could to save the structure from the effects of Mother Nature’s fury, Finn was thinking of Riley, hoping that his fiance was safe and secure inside one of the ‘evacuation centers’ and not stuck out in the weather like he was. Although really he didn’t feel the water, he had discovered that by changing his mindframe just a bit the water would bead off him, as if his skin was covered in the same oil that kept ducks dry.
As he was coming to he realized that something was amiss, someone was carrying him. Another groan came from his lips as he opened his eyes a bit, not expecting to see the slim woman that was carrying him as if he weighed nothing at all. “I…” Finn said softly, his throat dry and sore. “Where..?”
She moved with grace amidst the mud and upturned, moist earth. Feet would plant square into the ground and she moved on regardless.
“Shh,” Kyrie breathed.
And then they went inside where the ground was more stable but slick. Careful, she toted her prize in the direction of where they were treating any who might be injured. “Almost there.” The words were soft, encouraging, even as the tinges of exhaustion began to wear on her.
“You’re safe. Thank you.”
Finally she made it to the Medic. Finn was carried, lifted onto a cot and set down gently. Kyrie sat at his side and brushed hair from his face with lithe, graceful fingers. “You’re safe.”
Finn knew better than to argue, especially since it seemed this lady was obviously stronger than she looked and could probably snap in him in half like a twig. His eyes closed again, having a pretty good idea of where he was getting carried to.
He felt somewhat helpless as he was placed onto a cot, a breath released in a sigh as he rested his head back against the pillow. “Thank you… is it over?” Finn looked up at the young lady who had just brushed some of his wet hair from his forehead. “I did the best I could.” He didn’t know why he was rambling, or why he was unloading it all on this innocent woman.
“No, but it’s less.”
She wasn’t going to lie to him, he’d fought too hard to mislead him. From his hairline her hand found one of his, gentle in spite of the strength she’d displayed. Squeezing his fingers Kyrie looked up at the person approaching.
Dark eyes would duck, lower and look away as the health person came to see what was wrong. “He was outside in the storm, fighting. I found him on the dock.”
Small words. She nearly stopped talking all together and let go of Finn so the doctor could examine the man better.
At least the worst of it was over, he had protected the dock like he said that he would, hopefully it was enough to save it and therefore the lifeline to the island.
Finn gave a small smile as that gentle squeeze, grateful for this woman who brought him in from the storm, he didn’t want to think what might have happened if he was left out there for hours afterwards, she had saved him from a bought of pneumonia at least.
The doctor looked him over, his blood pressure and pulse were slightly elevated which wasn’t all that uncommon considering he had just spent hours concentrating and he found that prolonged use of his ability did that. He was dehydrated and had the start of what he knew was going to be one hell of a headache, at least they could give him some IV fluids and painkillers for that.
When the left him for those moments to get things to set up an IV line Finn turned his head and looked at his savior. “I’ve seen you in the library but I can’t remember your name.”
A finger would lift, touching the plump swells of her lips in a gesture of quiet. A smile of kindness would come after and she would look up and over at the doctor approaching. This man needed to save his strength, what was left of it, and she hoped the doctor could help. If he would help.
As her eyes met those of the man she had saved, Kyrie’s smile blossomed more. “Kyrie Van Zandt,” she murmured. “You’re Finn, right?” She couldn’t remember but that sounded right. It was almost as unique as hers.
A hand would fall, resting flat against where Finn’s heart beat. Her other hand stayed tangled in his.
Although most of his strength was well and truly zapped, Finn was already starting to feel a bit better than he did an hour ago when he had collapsed. Maybe those brief moments of unconsciousness gave him just a bit of energy, though he knew he should rest and just let the medical team do what they needed to do to him, he was going to be fine.
Kyrie. That was it. He met so many people and there were hundreds on the island, as good as he thought that his memory was there was no way he could remember the names of every single person he had ever met. He just nodded in response to her question about his name, she had already shushed him so he’d keep his words down to a minimum. “Yeah, that’s me.”
The gentle touches were nice, he gave the hand in his a little squeeze as if to say thank you, at least Riley would be happy that he wasn’t out in the weather anymore and that someone was there to keep an eye on him, a good patient Finn was not.
The doctor assessed and then vowed to check up on Finn in a little while.
Kyrie has boundless strength and if she could lend this man some then she would. Without a doubt. But healing and rest was what was needed now.
“What can I do for you?” Was there someone she could get for him? Was she right to assume she had seen him with someone? She wasn’t social enough to know who was with who without being directly involved.
There was a tiny grimace on his face as the cannula needle was put into the back of his hand and the IV line hooked up to it, this wasn’t the first time he had this done but he still wasn’t a big fan of needles.
Finn’s eyes opened again once everything was done and the doctor went away. “My fiance Riley… I’m pretty sure he got to safety.” He looked up at Kyrie. “He’s a bit taller than you, curly dark hair about this long,” a hand indicated about shoulder length “and he’s like a big, adorable puppy.” That was a pretty good description and hopefully enough for Kyrie to find him, or know of someone who did. “But you don’t have to go yet.”
Her hand held his as the needle came and Kyrie did her best to distract him as that process came to fruition. She disliked needles too. Kyrie didn’t know anyone who liked being stuck.
A smile, warm and friendly waited for Finn when his eyes opened. Hearing about the fiancé, Kyrie listened to the description and nodded. “Alright. I can find him.” She would probably know him better by sight than by name.
But she didn’t move to leave yet. “when you’re ready.”
Usually he had his wallet with him and there was a photo of the two of them inside it, but knowing that he was going out into the weather and he’d get soaked Finn had left said wallet with Riley, the only thing he had on him was his ID card in the back pocket of his pants.
“He’ll probably be around the kids, he’s a teacher and they all adore him.” But who didn’t adore Riley? He was just such a happy guy and everyone that met him seemed to like him… except for a few guards.
“Thank you for bringing me in, they wanted me to protect the dock but once it started they just left me out there.” He could have left the island, no one would be looking and with his water ability he was sure that the trip to the mainland wouldn’t be that bad, but he couldn’t leave Riley.
She listened more. Anyone genuinely happy was a good thing. Glad that this place hadn’t stolen that rare quality she couldn’t help her smile. “I’m sure he’s wonderful. He sounds like it.” Her words were soft, between her and the man below her.
“I couldn’t leave you out there.” She could carry a lot of weight, tote nearly any burden. But she also felt as if she wasn’t doing enough. “Thank you for protecting us. Just rest.”
Riley was amazing and every morning they woke up together Finn knew just how lucky he was and what they had was rare, he was always cautious, not wanting to rub their happiness into everyone else’s faces. “He is.”
“Water’s kind of my thing, I couldn’t just sit by and let it take our lifeline away.” He said softly, giving her hand another squeeze. When she told him to rest he nodded, eyes sliding shut. “Sleep sounds good.”
Kyrie was glad for Finn and Riley. She wished many could be as happy as they were - it was rare and only the best would be wished upon them. “I can tell.”
Nodding at Finn, she breathed slowly out. “We all have our purpose. I’m grateful for you and yours. We all are. But you need to rest, regain your energy, so we all can keep going forward.”
He just hoped that Riley wouldn’t be too mad at him for landing himself in Medical, then again his fiance would just be happy that he was alive and in one piece.
“Mmhmm…” Finn murmured, already starting to drift off to sleep a bit as the exhaustion set in again. “Thanks.”
Kyrie waited until Finn was good and asleep before she removed her hand from his delicately. Assurance from the doctor treating Finn told her that he was in good enough hands that she could leave him to go and find Riley.
She patted his hand, moved to stand and vanished into the hallway on her journey to find the person she sought as she had promised.