distressedude | 011 ~ [Voice/Action]

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011 ~ [Voice/Action]

[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.]

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[As out of it as he is, Ion recognizes that voice right away and he jerks his head up; an action he immediately regrets as he gasps and brings his second hand to his throat, as though he were trying to hold back the pain.]

[He grits his teeth and seems to be trying to speak, but not a word comes out. If Nephry wasn't too distracted by the blood, she'd see he was trying to say her name.]

No, don't-!

[he looks like...well, actually, she doesn't want to think about what he looks like. She'll be with him there in the snow presently, not sure what to do with him but knowing he might already be in danger from the cold]

[It's probably hard to tell which is worse: the cold or the blood-loss. However, given he was already looking as pale as the snow falling around them, neither of them were helping him right now.]

[What's close, that they can go inside. ...The barracks, right.]

Can you walk, Ion? We're not going far.

[just that far. It will be warm in there and - being what it is - may very well be stocked with first-aid supplies too. Hopefully.]

[Just standing up was what Ion had been trying to do these past few minutes, but that was without anyone to lean on. He slowly pulls one hand away from his neck and looks up at Nephry, reaching up and hoping that it was enough to tell her he wanted to try.]

[oh yes definitely. Blood or no blood, she'll help him up and support him as much as she can. And they will walk over to the barracks, if he's able, to get out of the cold and wet.]

[The process was a little slow, with Ion's legs refusing to cooperate once or twice, but the moment they're free from the cold outdoors, he lets out a small sigh of relief.]

[Of course, that pain shooting up and down his neck was the next big obstacle here.]

[she's helping him sit back down, first and foremost, leaving her coat around his shoulders to help him warm up. Then she's on the hunt for supplies]

[Ion meekly pulls the coat close around him, still somewhat unaware of just how bad the damage on his neck was. However, in holding the coat closed, he sees the red stain forming where his hand had touched, his other hand still pressed against his throat.]

[He doesn't react, instead just staring as though he didn't know what he was looking at. His eyes ached to just close so he could drift off to sleep, but he knew he had to stay awake...!]

[Ion looks so tired. It's impossible not to notice as she kneels in front of him.]

Eventually, you will need to see a doctor. ...But it's warm here, and I can't see a reason not to let you rest for a while.

[while she talks, hesitating juuust a bit at all the blood, she moves Ion's hands out of the way. It's easy enough to pull off the Malnosso's terrible bandage job and replace it, for now, with a warm damp towel she can hold in place.]

Stop me if I'm hurtiing you. [or you can't breathe]

[Ion looks up at Nephry and mouths an affirmation as his hands are pulled away. The towel feels nice on the stinging wounds, and he just closes his eyes and lets Nephry tend to him.]

[Of course, given how tired he is, closing his eyes is probably not a good option as he starts slowly leaning to the side and falling asleep.]

[she won't be able to do a whole lot. But living with Dist, it's impossible not to pick up a few things, especially since they're often so necessary with him.]

Try to stay awake for now. I wouldn't want to cut off your air on accident and have you unable to tell me.

[nudging him more upright anyway. She found something she can wrap up his neck with, at least temporarily, and she's going to do it. All that blood just can't be a good sign.]

[Ion's eyes snap back open and he bites down on his lip so he can focus on staying awake. There might have been an attempt at a very tiny nod, but it was probably not very noticeable.]

[And while waiting a little while in the warm barracks was an option, he'd already lost a lot of blood. It was getting hard to keep his eyes open when he felt so dizzy.]

[Well they're going to have to wait until Ion can manage to get to somewhere for real treatment - probably the newer clinic, being not so far of a walk. And Nephry would rather he didn't freeze. She's done with his neck, though, and looking at his hands instead (once she cleans them off a little) for signs of frostbite.

He's free to doze off now. Even if it's a little strange to have him leaning against her, the extra heat will help him.]

[And doze off he does, almost the moment he's leaning against Nephry. He hadn't been outside long enough for frostbite, but even inside, he's pale and shaking.]

[then she will pull the coat around him tighter, and shift herself so that he's resting more comfortably. He'll have enough time for a short nap, and then she'll get them moving again - if he doesn't wake, then she'll have to think of someone to call for assistance.]

[He seems to be sleeping more or less peacefully for a little while, but restful sleep after a mallynapping isn't easy to find. His lips twist into a frown and he shifts a little bit every now and then, the unnatural sleep brought on by blood-loss and the Malnosso's drugs creating a nightmare.]

[he only has about half an hour to rest anyway. Nephry is trying to wake him now.]

[When he wakes up, it's rather sudden: his eyes snap open and for a moment it seems like he's completely forgotten where he was, and he pulls away from Nephry. The motion causes him to wince and he brings a hand up to his throat, his fingertips feeling the wrap now covering the cuts.]

[He stares blankly at Nephry for a few moments as his mind starts to wake back up before quickly mouthing a small apology.]

[she puts a gentle hand on his shoulder and shakes her head.]

There's no need to apologize. Are you well enough to make it to the clinic? The newer one isn't quite so far away.

[Ion has to think about that for a few moments. After all, so long as he was still injured, it wasn't going to get any easier to get to the clinic. The small spot of red that had been slowly bleeding through the wrap around his neck was proof enough that he couldn't just keep sitting here without putting himself in more danger.]

[And so, he manages to respond with a very slight nod. He should be fine so long as Nephry can help him walk.]

[standing, she takes his hand to help him up again. He gets to keep the coat.]

I will give you all the assistance I can.

[Once Ion is on his feet, he reaches out for Nephry's arm to holds himself steady. It would be slow, but they should be able to make it to the clinic without any problems this way.]

[Hopefully Nephry won't get too cold without her coat or Ion's going to feel bad.]

[She's practically from the north pole. And Ion needs it much more. There will be no problems.

And off they go. She's noticed that Ion is still bleeding under there, but...there isn't much more she can do.]

[As tired as he is, the walking is probably better for him while he's outside; it's keeping him from falling asleep in a lump of snow! Not that Nephry would let that happen either way, of course.]

[As the clinic comes into view, Ion lets out a small sigh of relief. Although he never made any attempt to ask for a moment to stop and rest, this was pretty exhausting to do. Especially when he was already so tired.]

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