damned_institute | Night 43: F1-10 Hall

Breaking down the bed frame after she'd eaten some of her meal had given Teresa something to do while she waited for the night time phenomena to arrive. Having not been conscious when it occurred the previous night, she was curious. She was not disappointed. The overhead words were certainly something different.

As the door opened, Teresa finished wrapping shredded bedding around the bottom portion of the six foot long metal bar that had once been a main side support of the bed's frame. It wasn't good quality metal by any means, but it was better than nothing. At least, she didn't think it'd break the first time she hit something with it given her reduced strength. As she hefted the weapon, she swung it around to get a feel and decided that it would do for now. Should she manage to find the right kind of stone or a file, she could even work a rough edge onto it.

A few more strips of cloth and the hybrid tied the makeshift weapon across her back, the 'hilt' sticking a foot and a half above her shoulders, and fashioned the cloth so she could pull on the knot by her right shoulder for a quick release. That done, Teresa took her flashlight and exited the room.

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"'m fine," Hanatarou mumbled around his hand, cautiously opening one eye a bit as the woman rose to her feet again. Even if he hadn't been able to properly finish the job, she seemed pleased enough with what he'd done - or at least was polite enough not to complain. Either one of those options was good enough with him.

She might have been embarrassed by the observation she'd made, but it elicited the most genuine smile he'd shown since entering the room, even if it was still quite shy. "Oh. Um. I just...need to sit for a minute," he replied, cautiously releasing his hold on his nose to see if the bleeding had stopped yet.

Kenren hadn't arrived yet, but hopefully it wouldn't be soon enough for him to earn another chiding about overstraining himself. At least he'd stayed awake this time.

She stopped bouncing and testing the healed joint long enough to really look at Hanatarou. "You're not fine. You're beat." Had he come all this way while ill or injured himself? That didn't seem wise at all. Were they that short on healers? Had Hanatarou not mentioned an injury to Homura?

Oh. The conservation of energy. Whatever had healed her had come from somewhere, and it looked like that somewhere was, inexplicably, a direct transfer from Hanatarou's ability to keep his eyes open.

"You can lie down if you want; I'll wake you up when," she ran through the bulletin post in her head, looking for the name, "when Kenren gets here."

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He knocked softly on the door, giving Tenpou a backwards glance before pushing it open a crack and peering inside. "Hanatarou?" he called out, catching sight of the woman who was in the room too. Must be who he'd been sent to heal, Homura's newest recruit. "It's Kenren," he added, just in case they couldn't guess.

Hanatarou waved one hand a little as though trying to brush away the woman's concern. "N-no, really, it's just...I just need a minute. To sit." As though to prove just how much better he was feeling (though he wasn't) he pushed himself up even straighter and hoped she wouldn't notice he was still resting his weight on that arm.

Besides, he couldn't take a nap. What if Nataku was with Kenren again? Or if Kenren shared his younger friend's sense of humor? He didn't dare risk another drawing.

"I'm sure I'll be ready to go when --" And then the knock at the door that proved him wrong before he could even finish speaking, and Hanatarou offered a somewhat weak smile to the man who'd just arrived. "Er. Hello."

"He's here." She waved a hand at the bed, though the room wasn't large enough to lose even a diminutive medic. At least not for more than the minute it took to check the closets. "I'm Taura. You might need to give him a hand, if you're going far." She didn't ask where, and left it deliberately vague. Not in her need-to-know. Though it'd be nice if she knew exactly where she was supposed to go, but she'd aim for the morgue and hope her longer legs would let her catch up before trouble started.

Before, not if. Whatever the mission was, this one was real. Not make-work for uncertain recruits. There would be trouble, and now she had a fighting chance.

Kenren flashed a smile at the kid before pushed the door open further and stepping inside. He gave the woman a smile as well, less flirtatious than he might normally have offered, but polite. "Good to meet you, Taura. I'm Kenren, " he said with a nod and then turned to look Hanatarou over. "I'll make sure to keep him in once piece." As much as he could anyway. "You think you can stand or do you want another few minutes?" he asked, genuinely concerned about the kid.

If everyone kept fussing over him, he was just going to make them all late for what they were supposed to be doing. Hanatarou was already enough of a burden on the group that he didn't want that, not at all, so he determinedly pushed himself to his feet as Kenren turned to him.

"I'm fine, really," he insisted, even though he wasn't entirely steady on his feet once he was on them. All right, he'd moved just a little bit too fast, and now his head was pounding again, but he could keep going. He had to, after all. "We should get going, right...?"

"If you're sure," Taura said, nodding as she did. She wasn't really sure she believed he was fine, but she believed he would be -- this was what he did.

And they weren't the only ones that needed to get going. She scooped up her flashlight, switched it on, and opened the door. "Good luck."

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"You too," Kenren called out after Taura before turning his attention to Hanatarou. He didn't look in the best condition, but he wasn't unconscious like he'd ended up when he'd healed Kenren and Nataku. That was definitely a step up. "If you're sure," Kenren said with a nod. "There's someone outside we have to grab though," he said, a faint smile curving his lips.

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Night 43: F1-10 Hall

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