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[herr_bookman]

Finale
[ OOM: Overwhelmed, Autor faints dead away... ]

... only to land on the floor of Milliways on his cheek with bruising force. The boy twitches once, and lies still. His glasses are missing, blood stains his hands, and his door remains open.

[OOC: Warnings for violence and blood in the OOM.]

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[street_sparrow]

"Autor!"

Gavroche drops to his knees at the boy's side, touching him with the lightest hands as he tries to work out how badly he's hurt.

[herr_bookman]

With the exception of the bruise blooming on his cheek and starting to bleed, the boy's not hurt at all; the blood on his hands is someone else's. His breathing is soft and steady, and he moans softly, the only sign of his stirring.

[street_sparrow]

When the quick diagnostic spell he runs tells him Autor's only knocked out, and he doesn't have to be afraid to move him, Gavroche gets an arm under and around him and begins trying to haul him towards the infirmary.

[herr_bookman]

Autor raises his head, gasping quietly. His arm tightens around Gavroche, and he searches his face, trembling. "Gavroche?" the boy croaks, his vision blurry. "I'm in the bar?"

[is_the_motion]

Bonnie gets over to him quickly.

She checks for a pulse, and finding one, experimentally prods him in the arm while looking for some water to chuck on him.

[herr_bookman]

Autor groans and rolls over, his head thunking on the floor as he does. He blinks blearily, his vision blurry due to his lack of glasses. "Bonnie?"

[is_the_motion]

"You okay honey?" Bonnie asks, taking off her cap to put under his head.

[herr_bookman]

Autor's hands shake, and his heart bounces around in his chest. He pants softly, and his words stick in his throat for a moment. He shakes his head, and tries to sit up--only to have to lay down again. "I- I'm terrified," he realizes aloud, and draws a shuddering breath. "I don't k-know why."

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin was on his way out to see if there's news of Toby when Autor falls, he stops and kneels beside him.

At at the moment, he's not wearing a disguise so his face is sharper and the lights of Milliways catch the streaks of copper in his hair, "Autor, Oberon's beard, wake up."

[herr_bookman]

Autor gasps when he wakes, pressing his palms to the ground and raising his head. He lowers it with a groan, lightheaded, and trembles on the floor.

His bleary gaze seeks Quentin's, and the boy squints at him. "Quentin?" he croaks. "I'm in the bar?"

[heatherandsteel]

"Move slowly. Yes, you are. Can you manage to stand up to get to a seat? I can't tell how badly you might be hurt,"

He can't tell if the blood is Autor's or someone else's, Toby would know.

[herr_bookman]

Autor's breath comes quick and shallow as he digs his palms into the floor, trying to move slowly despite feeling like he wants to shake right out of his skin. Fear has wrapped its claws around his heart, and he can't get enough air. His face pales, and he swallows, and bites his lip.

"I can stand," he says, and it's only through determination that he does. He glances down to his hands and lets out a yelp. "Why are my hands covered in blood!"

[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai gives a little gasp and jumps back at the sound and sight of Autor collapsing. Once he's landed, she steps just a little closer.

"Autor-senpai?" she softly calls, voice tinged with concern and hands curled up to her chest.

[herr_bookman]

Autor moans softly, the only sign of his stirring. His hand twitches, as does his cheek, and his hair is tousled.

[halfemptyglasses]

At least he's still alive.

She goes to the bar for a moment and asks for a pair of gloves. Once she has them on, she returns and kneels down on the floor.

"Autor-senpai, are you awake?" she asks.

[herr_bookman]

Autor gasps as he rouses, splaying his palms against the floor. He sits up immediately, and has to lie down again, groaning. He rests his head on the ground and gulps air, trembling. His gaze searches hers, and he sees pink. "M-Miss Kuriyama?"

[a1enzo]

Enzo has grown somewhat attuned to abrupt thuds in Milliways. He is immediately one the scene.

"Autor! Code, not again..."

[herr_bookman]

Autor's out, a soft moan the only sign of his stirring. His foot twitches, as does the skin over his cheekbone.

[a1enzo]

Well, that's something. Enzo examines him as well as he can without moving him, wanting to know how much is wrong before he attempts it.

[katyafeline]

Tiger Cub crouches beside him, idly tracing her fingers through his hair. He's not dying, so she pays more attention to the open door with a quiet watchfulness.

He'll be up eventually.

And then he can explain.

Until then, she'll wait.

[herr_bookman]

He wakes with a gasp, pushing himself to a sitting position before lying down on the floor with a groan. He blinks blearily up at her, identifying her by smell rather than sight. "Tiger Cub?" he says, his breath coming fast and shallow. He trembles on the floor, flexing his bloody fingers. "I'm in the bar?"

[katyafeline]

"Da, to both." She taps his nose, still watching the door patiently. "And the man who's blood you wear is not."

[runningred]

Jay crosses to him quickly, checking Autor's pulse and breathing before moving him into the recovery position and sending a rat running for the infirmary staff. "Autor? Autor, can you hear me?" Jay's voice is strong and steady, fiercely controlled.

(ooc: witness my procrastination.)

[herr_bookman]

Autor gasps when he rouses, tipping his head back. He shivers in Jay's hold, trembling from head to toe, and his face is pale and drawn. He searches for Jay's face, and identifies him by the white streak in his hair. "Jay?" he croaks, flexing his fingers. "I'm in the bar?"

[OOC: I see your procrastination and raise you a staying-up-late!]

[runningred]

"You're in the bar, and you're safe. Just take it slow." He strokes Autor's hair very gently as his other hand works over Autor's body, checking for injuries. "How do you feel?"

{ooc: :) I'm glad you're still up!}