[OPEN] Earthquake Event - Clinic

[soul_mods]

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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[topgun_textiles]

[He saw the body language, and sighed himself. He, too, probably wouldn't be too keen on getting carried, but was now really the time?]

Look, I know, a'right? 's just for a minute!

[His arms hooked beneath her legs as he stood, upper body slightly leaned to make up for the one arm. Kanji proceeded onward, took the first right he could, and hoped like hell the water wouldn't get too high before they got the hell out of here, even if it was all ready lapping at his calves...]

[pishirogane]

[Naoto doesn't say anything, carefully keeping her left arm tucked between her chest and Kanji's back while her right arm holds onto him. This just... feels weird.]

... Don't tell anyone about this.

[topgun_textiles]

Didn't plan to!

[A left turn, a right, another left at a steady pace. He was growing pretty damn tired of the blocked passageways... Death City really was like a maze. He slid a bit on one bit of cobble, but he recovered easily enough. Kanji took one more right turn, passing through alleyways that really looked identical to each other.]

[His pace began to slow as the water level passed his knees, but he just growled and stubbornly trudged right on through. This path was blocked as well, but he'd had enough detours. He pulled his focus in, then pushed it forward. Broken concrete and brick debris was blasted forward with that Soul Descent, clearing the way before he went through.]

'Bout damn time! [He had no ideas how many times he'd tried that to no avail. He stopped where the path broke off, looking left and right.]

Uh... was it left or right? Damn it, I thought I knew my way around by now!

[pishirogane]

[Naoto just holds on, her hand fisting and gripping his shirt hard whenever she was lanced with some discomfort. Her mind is following Kanji's steps, keeping track of them despite the numerous detours he's required to take. When he slips, she shifts a bit, glancing down at the water. She can't fall right now...]

[Quietly, she stands, but then shivers a bit when heuses his soul ability. That was a bit startling.]

Go left.

[topgun_textiles]

Thanks! [He took the left, and thankfully it was clear. Fortunately for them, this was the last leg of their alleyway trek, as there was a staircase leading up to the street at the end of the winding path. The water was deepest at the base of the stairs from the street's run-off, and as he approached, the water lapped as mid-thigh.]

[Kanji managed to stifle a sound in his throat - holy crap, this water was cold - but managed up the stairs to street level just fine. He checked for people.]

Coast is clear.

[And he dropped to a knee on the dry cobble, releasing her legs as he fought off the urge to sneeze.]

[pishirogane]

[Naoto just nods and resumes her silence, watching as Kanji continued down the alleyway. Her side was dully throbbing while her arm and hand felt numb in comparison. For a moment, she thought she heard something, but just lowered her head against Kanji's back.]

[Finally, when he cleared and took a knee, she slid off, her legs shaking as she finally put weight on them again]

... Thank you, Kanji-kun.

[topgun_textiles]

Oh, uh... Y-yeah.

[He stood and tried his hardest to ignore the way his shoes squished as he moved on. The clinic was just ahead, and by the looks of things, the place all ready rather active, others escorting in wounded or dazed. Kanji felt a coldness in the pit of his stomach, but with a glance back to Naoto he set his jaw. Now was not the time for those familiar nerves!]

If they even try to bitch about you bein' late, they can take it up with me.

[pishirogane]

They'll be more preoccupied with the wound I'm sure.

[She places her hand on her side again and frowns. It's beginning to dampen. Was it really that bad? Though, perhaps it wasn't all blood now, but her body attempting to heal.]

Erm... [She removes her hand and grabs hold of his sleeve, legs shaking slightly still.]

[topgun_textiles]

[He looked back, checking his pace when he felt a little tug on his sleeve. His arm braced for weight support.]

H-hey... hang on, okay?!

[And that coldness became a little twist of panic. Jeez, what the hell's with the people rubbernecking the injured!? Make way, make way, or he will use another damn Soul Descent, swear to god...!]

[pishirogane]

[Naoto moves closer to Kanji as they make their way to the clinic. Looks like the earthquake brought in more patients. Perhaps they gave away her room...]

[Oh no, wait; that's her nurse. She does not look happy.]

[topgun_textiles]

[Among the hustle and bustle, he noticed someone was looking their way, not looking happy in the slightest. Busted. His proverbial hackles rose as he leveled a glare back. Now wasn't the time for a lecture. A hand balled into a fist as he shouted.]

Don't wanna hear it! Just... just make sure she's okay, damn it!

[pishirogane]

[The nurse scowls back at Kanji, but nods, retorting Naoto will be fine and he has to wait here]

[She begins to lead the small detective away]

Good bye for now, Kanji-kun... and thank you again.

[topgun_textiles]

[He nodded, watching her go. He did all that he could, and had to leave it up to the professionals.]

Y-yeah... see ya, Naoto-kun.

[He'd stay, sending a text out to the others in hopes he'd receive a message back as he paced in the waiting area for a while. ...However, it was when he spotted a little blood on his sleeve that he was riled up again. Patience all ready worn thin from the stress of the earthquake, the resulting panic would have him ordered to step outside for some air. For god's sake, she'll be fine.]

[And when he began to cop an attitude, it took four staff members to get him escorted out.]