OOM and return EP

[i_am_your_host]

This is not the end.

The door creaks open to the sounds of voices shouting in German.

People screaming and crying.

Violence and confusion.

A body drags itself in through the doorway and crumples into a rapidly growing pool of blood on the floor.

The door closes and disappears.

And Emcee is dying.


[OOC: Plot-locked to Sunshine, Jay, Eric, and Guppy. Warning for gory traumatic injury in the first thread. Reactions are welcome!]

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[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine is curled up on her side on the other infirmary bed, her breathing deep and even, her heartbeat steady, more soundly asleep than she has been in months.

She had gotten her hands as clean as she could before she passed out - they still smell of soap - but signs of blood linger around her nails. The blood on the infirmary gown, her apron, and the knees of her jeans has dried or is well on its way to being dry.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee looks up into Eric's eyes.

A quiet calmness suddenly descends upon him and his tears stop falling. He is safe, and he is tired, and yes, he should relax now.

And as he looks into Eric's eyes, he feels something else. Something deep that was never this powerful before, more than a vague magnetic pull between minds and bodies that could be ignored. They can't ignore this now. There is a Bond. Whatever they had done to save Emcee's life somehow strengthened it.

Emcee takes a breath to ask something--but then remains silent. He knows that Eric knows.

He settles down, quiet as a mouse.

And quite frankly, exhausted.

[onceaviking]

Oh, he feels it alright.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Right. He will ignore it and it will go away.

He pushes Emcee's hair away from his face and gets up, wiping his mouth on his hand, and heads out of the door, saying, "We're not done," to Jay as he passes him.

Cold and hungry and -fuck.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy does a quick ward round, before clearing the infirmary up.

Cleaning all that blood takes some time. But he makes sure to get every spot.

[runningred]

Jay puts the bowl aside and nods at Eric's comment. He wasn't expecting this to be over. Right now or for some time to come.

He backed Eric into a corner. That's not something Eric was likely to forgive. "I'll find you late." He nods, acknowledging he owes Eric more than the blood he took.

He moves over to Emcee's side, taking his hand and kissing his forehead. "Hey."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyelids flutter, both at the kiss, and the utter exhaustion overtaking him.

"Jay," he whispers. He has too many questions to ask, but it all seems pointless to try to comprehend anything right now.

"Will you please stay?"

[runningred]

Jay pulls up a seat next to him with the air of a man taking up a guard post. "I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere." He promises.