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[tobeclosetohim]

[ From Here and Here and Here -- ]


To bar partisans, they fall in from literally from nowhere.
Two girls, one short and one tall. Both blonde. Both armed.
Both bleeding, though there are far more wounds on the smaller.


Thrown from somewhere far away. Into the couch.
(If you were sitting there, it's not your night.)


The smaller of the two hiccuped out. "Medic."
"My country for a medic. And a bottle of vodka."


Beat. "Not necessarily in that order."

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[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

What the hell was that? Two women falling into the Bar from who knows where? How is that...

"Rachel?" He doesn't know the shorter woman. But he couldn't possibly miss Rachel.

He hops off his stool and hurries over.

[theresnodoor]

You know what sucks?
Not healing instantaneously from injuries after the adrenaline wears off.
It sucks.

Rachel's injuries are considerably less than those of the woman beside her, but those she does have tend to bleed. A trio of deep scratches in her shoulder, a shallower set on her cheek. Scattered scratches high on her collarbones, leading up to her neck, like those of a cat. The same on her ribs, though deeper and in probable need of stitches.

A very human-mouth-shaped bite on one foot.

Leaning back on the couch as soon as they hit it, Rachel lifts her head just enough to catch sight of Cy.

A hand lifts in a vague sort of wave.

"Hi."

Flop.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's going to ignore the jabbering.

And make love to the pillow she fell on.





And ignore just how much everything everywhere hurts.

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

He's smart enough not to ask what happened just yet. He surveys the damage. And immediately knows he can't do much for it.

"Should I get a doctor? Or at least a First Aid kit?" He's seen one behind the bar.

[theresnodoor]

"That," Rachel says without lifting her head, "would be great."

No adrenaline + soft place to rest = it's honestly a miracle she's even talking right now.

[not_his_pa]

William drops his book since he wasn't on the couch but near it and says, 4

"Hell, not a medic but I can get you some bandages."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Awesome." It's barely a grunt.

Her brain still on how awesome the couch is.
In that it isn't a floor or wall or attacking something.

[theresnodoor]

Without vines or flashing lights or enormous smoking reptiles.

Rachel slips into a slouch on the cushions with a sigh that is half-groan, eyes closed. Bandages don't sound like much help for her throbbing body but moving and protesting is not high on her To Do list right now.

[not_his_pa]

He nods and as quick as he can returns with a big first aid kit from the Bar. When he opens it, he stares since he doesn't know what all of the things are but quickly finds bandages,

"What's the worst?"

[theresnodoor]

Rachel lifts her head to request something. Her eye catches on Jo and remains there long enough to change her mind.

And nod her head that way.

"Her."

[seat_five_girl]

"Eep!"

They were pretty much directly over Ako's head to be fair. (Anyone who thinks playing with fires in only for winters has never been out on a clear summer night.)

"I might be able to... help?" Surprise Rachel! People you know coming to help.

[theresnodoor]

How terribly shocking!

"Help is great," Rachel says, without registering the voice or moving a muscle. Because what she is lying on? Is both soft and not trying to kill her.

And that is fantastic right now.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo is similarly splayed.
Eying the new person.



"What's your plan of action?"

[seat_five_girl]

Ako falls back on the training she's had. Mostly 'don't make it worse'.

"You're both awake so... checking for serious injuries. Then painkillers and cleaning up the cuts and things."

Stitching up is outside of her normal range of treatment. So is lots of blood.

On the other hand that bite needs to have something done or it's probably going to be infected. The human mouth is filthy.

[theresnodoor]

"Painkillers?"

This actually gets Rachel to lift her head and blink blearily in Ako's direction.

[basic_powers]

"Holy c--!!!"

Having landed on the couch directly behind Tyler, he's boggling at bit at the scene after having jumped from his own chair reflexively.

"...I'll get the first aid kit and asprin!"

[theresnodoor]

Give them a second to realize where they are and sigh in complete and total relief.

Then, with closed eyes and not terribly urgent tones: "Okay."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Can't want to kill something for relief of not having to kill anything right now, right?"

It's a mutter. Oh. God. Soft couch.
Which totally contrasts the pain.
Or the being thrown into things.

[basic_powers]

...Tyler's not entirely sure what the older blonde just said, but he's going to be running over with the first aid kit under one arm, and a four bottle pack of nutrient soda in the other and looking over things. And thanking every single star left burning that Ray and Adrian have seen fit to give him basic first aid lessons.

"Here's some asprin, and a soda Ma'am." He's going to be offering Jo a pill packet and one of the sodas, before doing the same for Rachel.

[theresnodoor]

Rachel opens an eye solely to make sure that ma'am was directed at Jo and not herself.

Even if Jo's mutter gets the smallest of smirks.

Greetings to Tyler can come after aspirin and soda have been consumed.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael currently only has eyes for Rachel, appearing beside them a split-second after he walked in and noticed their presence and current state.

"What nerve," he says, irritably sketching a few of the healing Charter Marks he knows over them. "You disappear without any word, stay gone for weeks, and now you just appear out of nowhere and have the gall to bleed all over my couch."

He missed you, Rachel, and has been worried.

[theresnodoor]

That's very nice of him. Rachel will appreciate it.

Later.

As the Charter Marks do their work and flesh knits together, pain fades away. Which leaves Rachel sighing in relief so sharp it is nearly a gasp, sinking further into the cushions.

"Yup," she murmurs, unable to keep her eyes open any longer. "An' now I'm gonna sleep on it."

[mogget_cat]

"If you must," he says, shortly. The last of the spell is set to slowly work as she sleeps, drifting down in a faint spiral of light, ensuring deep, restful, dreamless sleep.

Once she is asleep, Yrael heads to the bar to retrieve a light blanket and a pillow, which he settles over Rachel and under her head, respectively. It's not that cold in the bar, but one never knows. Content to let her sleep and let the spell do its work, he shifts into catshape, curling up on the back of the couch to keep watch.

[theresnodoor]

Even sharing the couch with Jo (unless the later has been drug off by friends of her own) doesn't interrupt Rachel's sleep. It's possible she didn't even need the final spell, as this particular sleep is as deep and strong and imposing as the last time Yrael caught her napping on the couch.

It is some time before she wakes. Early evening when they appeared on the couch - at least dawn before Rachel starts to stir.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael hasn't moved. He sat, sphinx-like, unwearied and unmoving.

He is well awake when Rachel starts the stir, and moves to peer down over the edge of the couch's back at her.