Day 197 - The Twilight Shore

[four_quarts]

Who: Ghaleon and you. Yes, you. You know who you are.
Open: Open
When: Day 197
Where: Near the entrance to the Skyway
What: New guy might need a bit of help getting to the hospital.
Format: any
Warnings: vague descriptions of grievous bodily harm





[His legs finally give out only a few moments after entering the town. As much as he'd like to try and rise to his feet again, Ghaleon knows there isn't much use in it. Even making it this far with his wounds had taken up the reserves of his strength, and he can hardly afford to waste the few scraps of energy he has left without at least having a clear idea of where a safe spot to nurse his wounds might be. Between the fight with Hiro and his friends, the apparent end of the world (his continued life despite the lack of Zophar's power remains a mystery he has yet to solve), and the long trek requiring more than one fight with monsters, the mage is quite simply too exhausted to give much of a damn that none of this looks familiar.

...Of course, that could potentially be partially to do with the blood loss, but it's a little hard to gauge when everything hurts and is bordering on numb.

...Hopefully the locals are friendly, because he's really not in the mood to deal with anyone's BS at the moment.]

Comments

[fuckthemancers]

[Fortunately, yes, the locals are friendly. Also fortunately, he's quick to get noticed by a large dog-sized white bird that raises high hell once it spots him. Enjoy the insistent rattling there, Ghaleon. That brings the whole flock over- none of them larger than a small horse, at least. They also don't seem interested in attacking him, fortunately.]

[A sharp whistle and a click of someone's tongue has a good deal of them quieting, and then Zulf is pushing past the crowd of feathers.]

You all need to calm do- ah!

[HELLO SIR, YOU APPEAR TO BE BLEEDING]

[HEAVILY]

[There's a slight jerk response and a step backwards before Zulf takes in a deep shaky breath. He hurries forward, leaning down to try and help Ghaleon up.]

How badly are you injured? [He won't bother asking 'are you alright' since he obviously isn't.]

[four_quarts]

[Yes, thank you sir. He is very aware of the fact that he is bleeding everywhere.

For Zulf's ability not to ask a dumb question though, he is rewarded with an answer that isn't exceedingly sarcastic. Why, he even sounds slightly appreciative of the help getting back to his feet.]

I've received worse, but judging by the numbness in my extremities, I... may need some assistance. [Really, from the look of him, it's kind of miracle he hasn't passed out yet.]

[fuckthemancers]

"Received worse" isn't a very comforting statement, I'm afraid.

[Zulf is still doing his best to help the man up, however, crouching down to try to slip himself under one of Ghaleon's arms and take some of his weight. Some of the Rattle-Tails are nudging about to like that will help.]

We have a hospital- I'll take you there right away.

[four_quarts]

It wasn't meant to be particularly comforting.

[This is probably the wrong time to mention that the worst injuries he ever received were fatal though, so he's keeping that little tidbit of info to himself until later.

With the extra help, he manages to regain his feet and allows himself to be lead onward. Ghaleon chuckles humorlessly at the mention of the hospital.]

So a hospital survived the destruction of the world, hm? How convenient for me.

[fuckthemancers]

[Shut the fuck up with your sass until you get a doctor seen to you, Ghaleon, dammit.]

Not quite... The Bastion created it. And- a slight correction. The destruction of worlds. But we can wait until you've been tended to before we continue to talk about that.

[four_quarts]

[Can't stop, won't stop. ...Especially considering that focusing on the sass is in large part what's keeping him from passing out. Do you want really want to drag six and a half feet of mage to the hospital on your own, Zulf? He's not exactly skinny, you know.]

Of course. I have better things to do than bleed to death again, after all.

[fuckthemancers]

[Freakin' injured people all the time in this place, it's ridiculous.]

Don't we all... [Ha. Ha.] We're nearly there, so- don't worry. [Yep, that sure is the hospital looming up before them. Now to just hope a doctor is already there.]

[doctor_dragoon]

[There sure is a doctor there... or what passes for a doctor 'round these parts. A rather tall teenage boy is sitting at a desk by the entrance, a heavy book open in front of him. He spots Zulf and the new arrival as they're coming in the door, and he quickly rises to meet them.]

And here I thought it was going to be a quiet day.

[Gonna go ahead and situate himself beneath the injured man's free arm and lead all of them toward the nearest work room.]

Did this all happen on the Skyway?

[Seriously, man, you're not looking good. How are you still conscious?]

[four_quarts]

[At this point Ghaleon's beginning to suspect that he's still conscious because magic is more important to keep him going than blood. That or adrenaline. He doesn't really want to test to find out which though.]

Hardly. The monsters simply took advantage of the injuries I'd already sustained.

[For being so beat up, he sure sounds proud about that. Actually, the small, weak grin he's sporting kind of suggests that the blood on his outfit might not entirely be his. Absently he thinks that his cloak going to have to be replaced after this.

...Oops, yep, vision's getting a bit fuzzy around the edges. Better lay him down quick boys.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Listen, Zulf is hustling as fast as he can, okay?]

Don't talk so much, you can barely walk.

good job, me, forgetting to track this thread

[doctor_dragoon]

[Between the two of them, they'll be able to get Ghaleon into a room and onto an examination table, and Yukio goes to work right away.

Sorry, bro, any parts of your cloak or outfit that're in the way are a loss, but Yuki's gotta figure that keeping Ghaleon from bleeding to death is preferable.]

/patpat

[four_quarts]

[Between the blood and the damage caused by everything that had attacked him the clothes were a bit of a loss anyhow, so he doesn't complain. In fact, Ghaleon doesn't say a word once he's on the table. He knows well that it does no good to distract a doctor unless directly questioned.

The wounds under the clothes mostly appear not to be terribly deep - some of the scars on his torso look far worse than these fresh injuries - although the number of them coupled with the few larger ones that appear to have been caused by a blade of some sort account for how much blood the man has lost.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Once that's done, you know what Zulf is doing? Getting out of the way. He's already established he's no good with this, and this is something best left up to one of their only doctors.]

[doctor_dragoon]

[First thing's first, he needs to stop that bleeding. After taking a few moments to glove up and grab some of the supplies he'll need from nearby cabinets, most of his focus is on those larger injuries.]

What's your name, sir?

[four_quarts]

[To say or not to say? ...Ah, it likely doesn't matter. Even if it does, he just really doesn't care if anyone does recognize his name at this point. Besides, the young doctor is being polite, so he should respond in kind.]

Ghaleon.

[doctor_dragoon]

[Said young doctor offers a brief smile before turning his focus back to what he's doing.]

It's nice to meet you, Ghaleon-san. My name is Yukio Okumura.

[Yep, he's making small talk, because Ghaleon's lost a lot of blood and Yuki would like to keep him focused on something.]

[four_quarts]

[Hm. No reaction to his name. Still, even with what that and the boy's own rather foreign name imply, the distraction of conversation is welcome.]

So other worlds beyond my own were destroyed as well, then. I suppose it would be a bit much to hope I'm not the only survivor of Lunar?

[Although his face remains calm, his tone sounds resigned.]

[doctor_dragoon]

[Kind of a strange name, but not all that weird considering some of the other foreign names he's heard since arriving in the Bastion.]

I've never heard of such a place, but that doesn't necessarily mean that you're the only survivor.

[four_quarts]

[To be fair, Ghaleon's name was never more than extremely rare at best, and Lunar is... was pretty much exactly what it says on the tin.]

Perhaps, perhaps not. I suppose my survival remains terribly ironic regardless of whichever option is true.

[doctor_dragoon]

[That is an odd remark to make, sir. Not really sure if he wants to inquire further, so, uh...

Yeah, Yukio's just going to get on with his job for now. He's making good progress, though. Ghaleon won't be leaving the hospital today, but he's not going to die, so it's a win.]

[four_quarts]

[He's not going to provide any context on his own at the moment either. Talking, however, is something he shall continue to do; better to speak than to focus on the work being done on his injuries.]

Tell me, what was it that put the worlds in such a state? What was it that has killed even the gods?

[fuckthemancers]

[For the first time in a while, Zulf speaks up.]

I don't think it's something that should be told to you while you're in such a state... Not while the doctor is working on you.

gagtag

[four_quarts]

[Zulf gets a completely deadpan response.]

Ah. So human stupidity has once again resulted in a fuck up of catastrophic proportions. The people responsible for this can be assured that none shall ever top their accomplishments in sheer idiocy.

[Humanity, he is disappoint.]