Nightshift 33: Walk-In Refrigerator

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It was cold. But for once, it wasn't the first thought that crossed Wolfram's mind as he was practically thrown into the giant cooler. He was more worried about his eyes than anything. It still hurt to open them, and when he tried nothing would focus anyways. And he could still hear what was going on in the kitchen behind him.

Crawling over to the nearest side, still clinging possessively to his items, he tried to focus on listening for Aidou and "John" as best as he could, trembling more in fear than from the cold. Not that he would admit to being almost terrified. No, of course not. Wasn't like he wouldn't be seeing that ugly thing in his dreams for the next five years at least.

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[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

"Roy, look at us." Hughes shook his head. "We need medical attention. Now I can walk, and I can help you. But what else can we do?"

They couldn't patch themselves up, not out here in the open. And they couldn't go anywhere else - he knew it was a risk trying to get back to the barrack rooms, but it was their only option.

"Look, we can at least get to a safe room. Wait out the rest of the night. We sure as hell can't do anything else now."

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

Roy was busy pressing the ripped up cloth of his shirt against his abdomen, letting it soak up the rest of the blood and applying pressure in hopes that it would ebb up at least somewhat.

"You're all right?" he asked, sending a quick glance in the other man's direction. It was hard to see for himself, but considering Hughes was the one who had been in that thing's grasp, Roy assumed that his friend was in a worse state than he was.

The burning on his chest was getting worse, to the point that he was having a hard time not crying out from the pain. "Hughes," he forced out. "Something's wrong."

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

"I will be," Hughes responded. He was in pain and he was exhausted, but he didn't think he had any immediately life threatening injuries.

Roy, on the other hand....

"Alright, okay, try and relax." Hughes moved over beside the other man, frowning. His worry spiked immediately, but he forced himself to stay calm. "You took a beating in there, but you're gonna be alright. Can you tell me what's wrong?"

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

If Roy only had normal wounds to worry about, that would be one thing, but what was happening to him right now was different, and that was why he wasn't being quite as professional about it as he should have been. But they had just seen a corpse back there, and there was nothing that was keeping him from ending up the same way if he wasn't careful. Considering he didn't even know what was wrong in the first place...

He glanced up at Hughes, letting out a breath that he hoped didn't come off as a pained gasp. He drew a bloody hand up to his chest, where the burning was the worst. "It burns," he managed to say. "It's just like..." He closed his eyes as he tried to fight against the pain. He knew what fire felt like up close all too well, and the sensation he was dealing with right now emulated it better than he'd like to admit.

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

"Alright." Hughes inhaled heavily. was it from that...stuff? He'd only been grazed by it, but it had burned like hell at first. Roy had taken more....

"Just try and breathe, and relax. We're gonna get you patched up." He awkwardly pulled off his own shirt, working around his limp arm. "Here, lay down." He tried to help Roy ease down, knowing it was dangerous to try and do any sort of medical patching now, but not having any other choice.

"That...thing leaked this stuff that seems to burn through stuff. Let's make sure it's all off of you, okay?" He just kept talking, using all those little tricks to keep Roy alert and focused and awake.

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

For once, Roy didn't resist, working himself into more of a laying position as carefully as he could. He still had one hand pressing the remains of his shirt against his midsection, and he was pretty sure that the blood flow was easing up now. The burning, though...

"I think I got it all off already," he said through a cough. "But it's still burning. I think maybe..." He was cut off by a fresh wave of pain, and the fact that he had gotten this hurt frustrated him enough that he grit his teeth and let out something similar to a growl.

"Maybe we need to wash it off," he finished once he was able to speak again. The closest bathroom was still a good distance away, so what other sources of water were there?