damien harrington, human x-ray machine (seesthrough) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-07-10 06:31:00 |
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Defend permanent solitary, they'd said, and Isla had finally put her foot down. No more. She would protect her friends, she would put her neck on the line to keep them safe, but she wasn't going to help IVI defend whatever shady-ass things they were doing in permanent solitary. Now, surrounded by rubble and bodies and chaos, she wondered if she'd made the wrong choice. If she'd been there then - if she'd been fighting alongside her friends then - could she have saved more people? Would Anthony still be at her fingertips, ready to call to her whenever she pleased? Would Lucy be bright spot on her radar, gentle and warm? She was too late, and now she could only just barely help to pick up the pieces. Tears were streaming down her face, tracking through the dust that had settled there and in her lungs like grief. Still, she searched out the people she knew one by one. Mette was close; she was okay. Richie she could see, borrowing someone's powers to lift up a section of debris. Damien... She was unable to spot him, but assumed he was below the rubble and teleported him. From underneath the rubble, Damien was barely conscious. He’d been taking gasping breaths, lucky to have a little space around his mouth and nose where he was buried and lucky to have been on the edge of the debris when he was knocked out. He might have suffocated otherwise, if it weren’t for that luck. He didn’t notice the usual feeling of being teleported, as he landed at her feet only a couple of feet from where he had been. His breathing was ragged and shallow, but he was still alive. The same could not be said about the small Monty duplicate who’d been buried in the rubble with him. Dazed by the concussion, Damien tried to sit up too fast. There was a sharp pain in his ankle and his head, and he leaned forwards as he struggled to not vomit. “Fuck,” he rasped the curse word as loud as he could, pressing his hands to his head. Something had struck him as the building collapsed, and there was blood on his head and now his hands. "Tabarnak, Damien!" Isla's voice was hoarse as she dropped to her knees to steady her friend. "Don't move too much, okay, uhm, try to stay still we don't know how badly you're hurt," Her voice was breaking again, from relief and anguish. Damien was alive, but he was not okay. She tried to choke back her sobs, though, and put on a brave face, even if that meant smearing dust and tears all over her face. "It'll be okay." Damien nodded very slowly, still struggling to coordinate his arms as he clutched at his forehead. “Jesus Christ,” he seemed capable of little more conversation than shaky swearing, his stomach churning. The air was overwhelming him, and he leaned backwards and then forwards before promptly vomiting on Isla’s feet. "Eurgh," Isla moaned, biting back all the shrieks and curses that she'd normally let loose when someone puked on her. Now was not the time for histrionics, though. It was Damien! He was hurt! He couldn't help it! But neither could Isla help her own gag reflex, "Oh, god," she moaned, shoving a fist against her lips as she swallowed hard. "Okay, it's okay, I'm... you know what I'm going to teleport you over there," she pointed to a safe area where a makeshift triage had been set up. "And get you some help, okay?" Shaking her feet off as best as she could, she gave Damien an encouraging pat on the back before she started to run over to ask for help. Damien nodded, trying to use his hands to steady himself and stand up but he collapsed after any pressure on his ankle. Probably broken, he let out a shout as he realised. “Fuck, sorry- fuck,” he continued to swear loudly, the pain sharp and unbearable. “Thank you-owww,” Damien managed to tell her. He was covered in bruises and everything hurt, but he was vaguely aware that Isla had helped him to safety. A moment later she was catching him in her arms as she teleported him over to where other students were giving basic first aid. "I told you not to move!" she scolded, buckling slightly under his weight. "Listen, I need to... I need to help extract more people, but stay here, okay? Stay still," she commanded harshly. "I'll be back." More like she'd teleport him again, probably to the library where people were being treated as best as they could be. But for now, she need to help others. |