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damned_institute2007-10-08 08:16 pm
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Nightshift 27: 2nd Floor Hallway near Medical Reference Library and Railed Area
[from here]
Once they were safely at the top of the stairs, Ritsuka flicked on his flashlight and swept the area. It was probably unwise to announce their position, but he needed to know where he was. For all the times Ritsuka had been up here, he had never really gotten very far and his memory was fuzzy. Somewhere to his right was the pharmacy, near the railing, where he needed to stop for supplies for Tamaki.
Whether he should stop there first or after their explorations, however, was the problem. Turning to the right, he started forward and tried not to show any fear. He wanted to get things done tonight, even if it meant facing the worst that Landel's had to offer. He just hoped he wouldn't have to do that just yet.
Once they were safely at the top of the stairs, Ritsuka flicked on his flashlight and swept the area. It was probably unwise to announce their position, but he needed to know where he was. For all the times Ritsuka had been up here, he had never really gotten very far and his memory was fuzzy. Somewhere to his right was the pharmacy, near the railing, where he needed to stop for supplies for Tamaki.
Whether he should stop there first or after their explorations, however, was the problem. Turning to the right, he started forward and tried not to show any fear. He wanted to get things done tonight, even if it meant facing the worst that Landel's had to offer. He just hoped he wouldn't have to do that just yet.
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like a new bride; he'd gone into a frame of mind that was something like tunnel vision, in that he was no longer concerned with or even paying attention to anything except accomplishing his goal - getting Ashton somewhere safe. (Preferably his room.) It was the sort of mindset he went into during jobs as a mercenary.He did note, however, Ashton's fingers toying idly with strands of his hair. He didn't complain; he wouldn't have had any particular objections in any case, and anything that his friend could focus on that would at least distract him from the ordeal he'd gone through was a good thing.
"Painkillers," Dias added in response to Axel's suggestion. "If anyone can find some." He shifted, more due to his impatience than because Ashton's weight was the least bit cumbersome; he wanted to get Ashton back to his room as soon as possible. He wasn't going to let anything else happen to him, certainly not tonight.
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And Leon.. something was wrong with him. Such a sturdy kid didn't usually slump that much, Ashton didn't think. Something was wrong.. something was wrong with all of them tonight, save possibly Axel, who was the decidedly cheerful one in the group. They probably needed that, come to think of it. Claude and Dias both had the tendency to brood if given something to brood over.
He tilted his head back, it being too physically painful to look back at them anymore. He brought his blood-soaked head back to Dias', looking up at him as he spoke. "I .. that'd be nice. We have some ass-pee-rin back in my room, but I don't know if it's .. a good idea to take after something like this." That was from what he'd remembered of Axel the night of his surgery. Axel knew.. quite a bit about this kind of thing.
"I don't want anybody to be held up too much on my account, though." Ashton's voice was cracking - he'd screamed too much. Talking was painful. Everything was painful.
But somehow, being carried like this made it feel a little better.
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He came very close to saying, "It's aspirin," when he heard Ashton's mispronunciation, but now wasn't the time for anything like that. It sounded like Ashton was hurting, and he suddenly wondered if these sick bastards had even given him any drugs to manage the pain in the first place. Honestly, he wouldn't put it past them, and the thought made him give a hard frown.
"You can start talking like that once you're actually safe," the blond, glancing over at his best friend. It was just like him to try to get people to stop fretting over him, but surely he knew they wouldn't just abandon him!
Then he turned towards Axel with a nod. "Yeah, I think it might be best to split up like you said. That way we can be knocking out two birds with one stone, and we reduce Ashton's chances of getting hurt even more."
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Ashton looked... well, terrible. But they got him out, at the very least. Immediately, her thoughts shifted to her room. She had grabbed quite a lot of medicine and supplies, so there was no need for them to raid the Pharmacy. Naminé had pretty much taken everything she could these past two nights.
"I can go to my room. I found where they were keeping the medicine a few nights ago and I also have bandages and other things. Please, let me take care of it!" Naminé told them. That way, no one would have to waste time actually finding any of those things. The problem was, though...
"But if anyone knows anything about the kind of medicine that they have here, it'd be nice if that person could come with me. I don't know how strong any of it is, or even what it's used for..." The names were so unfamiliar, not to mention she only had about one or two bottles of each type of medicine she could find, so she didn't want to waste any of it.
At least she knew that those nights spent stocking up were going to be useful.
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His own issues were put aside for the most part when he caught a good look at Ashton, however. It had been misleading when Naminé had told him that he was all right. He quite obviously wasn't "all right" and this made him want to yell at the girl for giving him the wrong information. That wouldn't be right, though. She couldn't have known. She just wanted to keep him from worrying, which was admirable. At the very least, Ashton was alive. That was something to be thankful for.
"Ash--" his greeting was broken off by a series of light coughs, after which he cleared his throat and tried again, voice scratchy. "Ashton. Thank goodness they got you out." He didn't follow up with are you okay? because obviously he wasn't. His friend didn't need to be forced into going over anything, at least not again if he already had.
When he spoke again, his words were occasionally punctuated by short coughs. "I don't... I don't think I'd be... good for carrying anything. 'M sorry." And it really sucked to have to admit this, too. He wanted to be useful. He wanted to do something. But all in all he'd managed very little. It was rather disheartening, to say the least.
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"Excellent! I'll go along with Naminé then and we'll figure out what we can use without making his condition any worse." It was the last thing Ashton needed after all. It felt like a good bit of the night had already passed, which was just peachy with him, but they weren't out of the woods just yet. Waiting for a minute so that the blond could pick up her flashlights from the ground, the redhead coaxed the girl to follow him down the hall and to the nearest stairway.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/229036.html?thread=16893868#t16893868).]
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He shot a concerned glance at Leon; he wasn't sure what had happened to the boy, although it might've had something to do with the spell that had swept past him as he'd been facing off against that creature. Still...there didn't seem to be anything obviously wrong with him...maybe it was just exhaustion.
In any case, Axel and the girl had left, which left the four of them. "Let's go." He shifted his grip on Ashton slightly.
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