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Characters: Open
Location: Death City, Clinic
Rating: PG
Time: Jan 17 onward
Description: Missions 151 and 152, crossposted to LJ

The clinic is a buzz of activity from beginning to end, with the doctors and their staff preparing everything that could be needed by their agents in Europe, and clearing away the unnecessaries. Food is cooked large-scale because no one will have time to do it later, and hospital supplies are moved around to make more space for beds.

Shibusen's scouts and supportive agents are in charge of dragging the wounded back to Death City, and they come and go for random errands. The atmosphere is understandably tense, and things don't get better when the first of the injured are brought in.

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The situation in Europe seemed to be in hand despite the chaos in the cities. A report had already come in from Vienna that the emitter was already under heavy attack, and the situation in Prague was quickly improving. Still, Spirit wouldn't stop being tense until the entire debacle was over.

He was in the clinic at that moment, striding in from the mirror after dealing with a particularly large kishin egg in Frankfurt.

It was always busy in the clinic after major missions like these (and even without), and it wasn't surprising that his time was being entirely taken up by his patients. The clinic was responding well to the bustle, however, and Watson was pleased that they hadn't run out of beds this time.

He walked the length of the clinic again, looking into the rooms to see if their patients needed anything. Or that none was attempting an escape, for that matter.

A momentary slip of her mental state allowed this to happen. Concerned with others being affected by Madness, it had seized Naoto, leaving her open for the third Kishin's attack. While her Meister managed to bring her around long enough to collect the Kishin egg in question, she had succumbed to her injuries seconds after.

The impact was to her left hip and crossed to her shoulder, the brunt of the impact shattering her wrist and leaving her forearm fractured. Lacerations were opened over her abdomen where they lightened as the claw had drawn out at her chest, leading to a thin line. A scar might be left on her stomach where it would fade beneath her ribs, but that was just a price. She was fortunate the attack hadn't been deeper and damaged any organs.

Minato was right; without healing spells, this was quite bothersome. She would have to bide her time and take it easy until she recovered. At least now she could receive visitors.

Edited 2012-01-17 18:42 (UTC)

It would have been nice if things didn't have to come down to this, but all in all Jules didn't mind helping out at the clinic. Still, things were rather loud and rushed and stressful, and he would be very glad to go back to his apartment when everything was over.

At least Shuurei was helping him -- or, more accurately, he was helping Shuurei become more familiar with how things worked in the clinic. Jules was no expert on such places himself, but things were holding together so far so he supposed it was all right.

It had been a few busy days, and it didn't seem as though things were getting much better. Taking care of people was exhausting, that wasn't news, but being around so much pain for so long was worst than any previous time he'd had to bandage up others.

Some time ago, he'd managed to get separated from his makeshift partner -- she hadn't gone far, certainly, but he nonetheless scanned the hall, looking for her. The last thing he wanted was for either of their days to get more difficult than they currently were.

Kaoru sat very quietly as the nurse bandaged her face. For the most part she was unharmed. Her lip had been split, and there was a gash across her temple, but other than that she was fine save for some scrapes. Kishin were very keen on sending her off her balance and colliding into the snowy ground, much more than any kendo opponent.

Then again this was war--..

Her blue eyes shadowed significantly as the nurse dabbed at a bruise on her face with a cotton ball, the girl zoning out as she continued to think. She ..should probably go look for Rangiku.

--And Kenshin.

But right now--she sat on her hands, so the shaking would stop.

Edited 2012-01-26 03:22 (UTC)

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