[OPEN] Earthquake Event - Clinic

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Characters: OPEN
Location: Death City - Clinic
Rating: Varied
Time: January 22 onward
Description: Any disaster naturally will have its set of injured. OOC post here.



The barn that was the clinic had thankfully been spared any major damage, and apart from its furniture and supplies in disarray, it seemed to function without much difficulty. There was the pervading stench of chemical in the air due to broken bottles of medicine, but the open windows would soon deal with that. More importantly, the clinic was ready for its slew of patients, and bustled with its business more than ever.


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The call got Yuuri's the attention. He knew that it was Clare by her voice, but he hadn't expected to see the seriously injured man his friend was trying to help. His eyes widened at the sight, and he instantly dropped what he was doing to go and help. "Is it just his arm that's hurt?"

There was so much blood everywhere! Yuuri knew that he wouldn't be able to heal that, not unless he turned into his Weapon form, but he wasn't sure if he could heal people who weren't Meisters and Weapons. "Quick, let's get him into one of the rooms."

[unfinishedstory]

"He can walk, but I have no idea. I found him while I was seeing what I could do to help and-" Clare kept going into a rather useless hurried explanation of what she had seen out in the city since the quake hit. She'd mostly shut out seeing the blood after trying to stop the bleeding with her scarf... which did little for the problem.

Clare was shaking a little as she helped the man towards a room. He'd stopped screaming as much as when they were trying to get here. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad, she didn't know anything in this case. This was even worse than arriving her, then all she had was fear, now she had fear and a crippling uselessness.

And she still felt on the verge of throwing up.

[a_royal_flush]

Yuuri listened intently to what she said, but his mind was also distracted with his thoughts. Should he attempt to try transforming to see if that worked? It was worth a try though, right? He kept helping the man into the small curtained off room.

"I want to try something. Although I'm not sure if it will work," he said before glancing over to Clare. "I'm going to try transforming. I'll need you to put me into his hand before placing my blade on the blood." It was a weird request, but there was no time. If he could heal the injury even a little, then he could go and get Watson to help with the rest.

[unfinishedstory]

Clare didn't really understand why Yuuri asked her to do any of that, but that probably was for the best. For now, being told to do anything she could do was enough to get her to act. She nodded, still shaking, and opened her hand to be ready to pick Yuuri up when he transformed. Not entirely sure how being the other side of this would feel.

Whatever reasoning he asked her to do this, he worked here and he was in charge. Even if she had come in shouting orders, that was when she still had a very clear path of what to do. "R-ready."

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Nodding, Yuuri smiled encouragingly at Clare before began to transform into a sword. There was a smile on the ghost-like face, and dark eyes peered up at the other Weapon. "Alright, now place the hilt in his hand and make sure that my blade is touching the blood on his arm, okay?"

[unfinishedstory]

While Yuuri might not be worried about how hygenic getting blood on yourself is. Clare stilled her breath before trying to do anything, still unsure of this end of resonance. "Right."

"Hold this," Clare told the patient handing him Yuuri, then pressing the blade to the blood. She really hoped this worked because this was weird otherwise.

[a_royal_flush]

It was weird, and the young king tried to do his best to ignore just what he was doing, but Yuuri also knew that was what needed to be done as well. That was all he needed to focus on, and he was glad that Clare was just as accepting.

The moment that he was placed in the patient's hand and his blade touched on the wounded area, the life energy from the blood began to empower his Weapon form. The blade itself began to glow softly with power, and while it wasn't as powerful as striking an actual opponent, there was enough energy there to begin knitting the worst of the wound back together.