011 ~ [Voice/Action]

[distressedude]

[It's later in the evening when the Fon Master makes a reappearance in the village just outside the barracks. Somewhat dazed, Ion takes only a few steps before tripping and falling to his knees in the snow.]

[He brings a hand to his throat as he gasps, the numbing effects of the drugs quickly wearing away and bringing to attention a stinging pain running along his neck and chest. Numerous vertical cuts, some deep but none within rage of vital arteries, litter the front of his neck. And with only flimsy bandages to cover the wounds, the front of his robes had served to soak up much of the blood as a result.]

[Knowing he won't last long in the snow dressed as he is, with a shaky hand, Ion opens the journal and starts trying to speak to call for help... but no words come out. He tries to cough and clear his throat, but that only increases the pain in his neck tenfold. As such, a pained gasp is all that can be heard over the journal, the book unfortunately tilted towards the snowy sky.]

[And the Malnosso weren't even kind enough to leave him with a pen.]

Comments

Re: [Action] It's a Luceti one, duuuuh

[notabluesbro]

[O M G

PANIC

Okay, no, he can handle this. It isn't the first time he's dealt with injuries, in his own experiences around Gunsmoke's shitty streets (if you can call them that). He dips down, brow furrowed.]

Lemme see it.

[Action] Ohsnap the Malnosso run Jurassic Park

[distressedude]

[As dizzy as Ion feels right now, he can see well enough that whoever this person is, they're just a kid. Almost without thinking, his lips start forming a small apology as he struggles to speak again.]

[With a wince, he pulls his hand away from his throat, his eyes widening when he sees his own palm covered in blood.]

Re: [Action] seriously, Malnosso will unleash dinos someday.

[notabluesbro]

[Nicholas is already dragging off the jacket he'd gotten from Shirayuki, and then removes the button up collar shirt he typically wore over his T-shirt. And then a flip-knife from his pocket. What, he needs it for his gangbanger fights.]

Don't worry—I can get y'something to help the blood.

[He runs the blade through the cloth, eyes focused on his task.

Of course, with any bloody wound, his heart is bada-booming.]

I'm gonna cut you some more for your neck. Keep your hand on it.

Can't talk at all?

[Action] gdit malnosso

[distressedude]

[Ion would nod, but the idea of moving his neck at all right now was definitely something he didn't want to do. Watching Wolfwood, he can't help but wonder if he was just imagining that it was a kid helping him. Especially when he pulled out that knife...]

[He hears Wolfwood's question, but obviously can't answer. He mouths the word "No" but can't be sure if Wolfwood saw it or not.]

Re: [Action] They also own Godzilla and co.

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[The sound of cloth tearing neatly—before long, the button-up shirt is a pile of makeshift bandages. Clothes weren't just for wearing, he believed. They were good for life-saving methods.

He notices the lip movement, and that's all he needs, regardless of Ion's reply. So he can't.]

M'gonna wrap these around your other bandages and all that. Shouldn't get rid of the old ones 'til you're at a doctors.

[He puts the knife back and gathers up the white cloth, offering Ion a questioning look; you willing to be good and let him wrap that, or are you one of those nervous kids like him who'd refuse help?

Seemed the former, but he had to be sure.]

I'm gonna wrap it up so y'won't bleed all over, okay?

[Action] /apps Godzilla now just cause

[distressedude]

[Ion is certainly not going to turn down help so readily offered, but it takes him a moment before he tentatively pulls his hand away for Wolfwood to wrap his neck. It was probably better that way, so he could help hold himself up. It was snowing, after all, and on top of feeling rather dizzy, he couldn't stop shivering.]

Re: [Action] 8V RISING FROM THE NEW OCEAN! *apps mothra*

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[Tch, idiot kid, being stuck in the cold probably not of his own accord. 8|]

Hold still.

[He reaches around and begins wrapping the already bandaged wound, unflinching at the blood despite how anxious the sight makes him—s'not like he was scared of it... just understanding of the implications of its loss.

When it's finally done, he makes sure it's tight enough to keep the blood from seeping quickly, but gentle enough as to not choke the kid out; neck wounds weren't something he dealt with before, so maybe it should've been tighter. Still...]

Can ya move? I can help y'walk, if you can't.

[Action] skhdfb

[distressedude]

[Just having the fresh cuts away from the stinging open air was a relief, but so long as he was out in the cold, he knew he was in danger. He needed to stay conscious until he was somewhere warm and could be looked over by a doctor.]

[Still, he wasn't going to be able to walk without a little help, so he held up his arm in silent acceptance of Wolfwood's offer.]

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[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[Oh, an arm up? Wolfwood picks up his too-big jacket and slips the sleeve on that outstretched arm.]

Y'can't freeze, if I'm helpin' you there.

[AKA put on the goddamn jacket or I'll make you. But once it's on, he grabs Ion's arm and pulls the kid half onto his shoulder. Despite how thin and scrawny the 8-year-old is, he's surprisingly good at carrying weight other than his own through this snow.]

Hang in there, and I'll get ya' t'someone.

[Action]

[distressedude]

[Having something warm to cover his freezing arms, which were beginning to lose feeling altogether from the cold, is something Ion is immediately thankful for, and he even tries mouthing a small "thank you" in response.]

[Ion will try and support his own weight, but he feels so tired and just the act of hanging onto Wolfwood's shoulder felt painful. It's a good thing Ion isn't very big himself, or this would be even more difficult.]

Re: [Action]

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[He feels the heaviness in Ion's steps, mouth drawn in a thin line.]

...

Y'know, when somethin' hurts you real bad and you're in pain, a good thing t'do is think about somethin' you want the most right now. If you focus on that, it'll hurt less.

[Action]

[distressedude]

[Something he wanted most right now... aside from being indoors and not in any pain? Actually, maybe that wasn't so bad. Indoors, curled up on the couch with a nice book, maybe with a cup of tea and the smell of dinner cooking in the nearby kitchen...]

[Home. Or at least what he's come to know as home.]

[He still had to keep most of his attention focused on staying awake so they can keep walking, but with those thoughts in mind, he actually manages a little bit of a smile.]

Re: [Action]

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[He watches quietly from his peripheral, and finally smiles a little himself at the outcome—with that, he grunts and pulls Ion's weight even more into him, helping to carry more of that strained weight.

Hang on, we'll get there. So just thing about the good things.]

[Action]

[distressedude]

[It's a good thing he found Ion, because there was no way he would have been able to make this walk himself, and staying outside would have meant getting hidden by the snow and... well, that's a not a thought he's going to dwell on. Back to thinking happy thoughts!]

[Of course, he's not too sure where this boy is leading him, anyway. Probably the clinic, right? But how far away was that...? He was still rather out-of-sorts.]

Re: [Action]

[notabluesbro]

[You must be so very out of it, because it's been a while—and there's the clinic! See now, that wasn't so bad, was it? Nicholas huffs a breath of fog, his cheeks and nose already quite red from the exertion and chilliness in the air.]

We're here...

I'm gonna walk ya in now, okay? So just hang on a little bit longer.

[Action]

[distressedude]

[And the sight of the clinic is a very welcome one. Once they're inside, warm air fills Ion's lungs and a look of relief crosses his face.]

[He wasn't out of the woods yet, as someone from the clinic would probably have to heal him, but for now, finding a bed to lay in while he warms up would be preferable.]

Re: [Action]

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[Sounds like a plan. Ploppin' you down on the bed now. 8^V

He looks quietly down at his fingers, takes note of the dried blood at his fingernails, and frowns—but he's not... But he helped a person, didn't he? That was...

A helpful person.

He reaches over and pulls the blankets over the mystery kid, being as gentle as possible.]

Someone's comin right now... okay?

[He hesitates, and then takes a few steps back.]

I—I gotta go. You get better, okay? Stay safe...

Then you can tell me your name.

[Action]

[distressedude]

[Ion practically sinks right into the bed, all of his muscles aching from the cold and his body crying for sleep. He doesn't dare turn his neck to look back at Wolfwood, but he can still look over from the corner of his eye.]

[Hopefully Wolfwood can read lips well enough to understand Ion when he mouths the words "Thank you".]

Re: [Action]

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[There's just a ghostly trace of a smile on the boy's lips, before he turns and quietly walks out of the clinic, hand on his arm. Don't worry about the jacket—he's got another one back where he's staying.

He's thinking you probably need it more.]