OOM and eps - please note warnings.

[imthepilot]

OOM: Those jagged, broken shards that use to be Bodhi Rook.

A little black cat comes running down the stairs and into the bar, moving at speed. She bounces up onto the bar itself and looks around, clearly searching for something or someone. She mews loudly, trying to get attention.

There's blood on her muzzle but none of it's hers. Where are the right humans when she needs them?

{ooc: BIG TRIGGER WARNINGS for both oom and eps - depression, self-harm, blood, and suicidal intent. Spoilers for Rogue One.}

[tiny tag = Bodhi Rook]

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[ostro_goth]

Some cats have that special noise with which they call for their humans; so do the forge cats. Count uses it much more often, but when Teja hears it, he immediately jumps up from where he had been sitting in a booth, sketching a moon-shaped pendant, and calls out to her.

"Myrrh -- I am here!"

He leaves his drawing materials and strides towards her.

[imthepilot]

She doesn't wait for him to reach the bar but bounds back towards the stairs, leading him up, trusting he'll follow her.

Bodhi's door is locked but Myrrh vanishes through the cat flap, mewing for Teja to find a way to follow.

[ostro_goth]

Teja considers, then gives a shrill whistle, and an elderly mottled rat appears almost at once.

It has a passkey, and opens the door after one look at Teja's Security badge and one sentence of explanation, so Teja follows Myrrh inside.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's on the floor in the foetal position, a knife dropped from one hand. There's a lot of blood but he's still breathing, however shallow.

[ostro_goth]

Teja bends over him, pulling out leather thongs and scraps of cloth and leather even as he is still bending down; then, he picks up Bodhi's hands, one by one, to see where he cut, and how.

He whistles, to make the rat come back, while Myrrh is circling worriedly around the spreading puddle of blood.

[imthepilot]

Deeply across his wrists, the right shakier than the left and not quite as deep. He doesn't react to the touch, too far gone inside himself.

[ostro_goth]

Both wrists -- that speaks of grave determination, indeed.

Teja starts with the left wrist, squeezing the skin and veins closed roughly and tying the makeshift tourniquet around Bodhi's lower arm, tightening quickly. His fingers squelch with blood, but he works as if it wasn't there. Usually, he has done this sort of work upon the battlefield, but his fingers fly about his task -- this is not something he would ever forget how to do. He remember men who lacked limbs, but kept their lives, because all warriors of the Goths knew to do this.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi never so much as twitches, his half closed eyes staring into some empty distance.

[ostro_goth]

Teja ties the second tourniquet, on the less gravely affected arm, and keeps checking Bodhi'S pulse and breathing as he does so.

When the rat comes, Teja orders it to immediately alert the infirmary rats and all staff that might be in there, and bring fellow rats to collect all the blood into a pail. "The healers must know how much he lost!"

[imthepilot]

Myrrh dances back and forth, worriedly watchful and keeping out of the way of the rats. Teja knows what he's doing, she knows that but she frets.

[ostro_goth]

Tourniquets in place, Teja lifts Bodhi off the floor into a sitting position, lightly slapping his cheeks to elicit a reaction, any reaction.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi lolls like a doll, his head falling to one side. The only reaction is to close his eyes.

[ostro_goth]

Teja puts his shoulder against the middle of Bodhi's chest, and rises to his feet, the pilot slung over his shoulder.

He extends a hand to offer Myrrh a ride as well. Bloody paw-prints in the bar may be worrisome to patrons.

"All the blood you can get," he tells the busy rats again. "They cannot put it back inside, but may gauge how much to replace."

[imthepilot]

Myrrh leaps up, perching on Teja's shoulder, one paw resting on Bodhi. She's glad her human understands the importance of this.

[ostro_goth]

Her human set her on this watch in the first place, seeing that she had taken a fancy to Bodhi as it was.

"You have done well," he tells her. "Without you, he would be dying once more, and start over yet again."

[imthepilot]

Myrrh purrs and gives him a gentle head-butt. She plans to keep watching over this one for a while yet. Even if the infirmary rats have something to say about it.

[ostro_goth]

Teja is carrying Bodhi towards the staircase, but for once, does not take the stairs but the secret elevator that rats use with food carts and the like, or patrons that cannot walk stairs.

A rat comes running up with a pail of blood, as instructed, and the doors ding closed.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's breathing hitches, rattling around his chest in ugly ways. As if he's about to cough but can't summon the energy.

[ostro_goth]

Teja lets him slip to his toes, still holding him upright, to allow him to breathe, and to cough if he needs to.

Or vomit, maybe, if he has ingested some noxious substance in addition to the cuts.

[imthepilot]

He coughs, swaying as he draws gasps of air into his lungs. His eyes half open again - deep and raw with pain. He doesn't quite focus on Teja but he's not entirely absent this time.

[ostro_goth]

Teja holds him upright and pats his back to let him cough, and gasp.

Myrrh cranes her neck from where she's perched on Teja's shoulder, and nudges Bodhi's face.

[imthepilot]

His eyes seem to focus on Myrrh for a moment, weakly trying to raise a hand. But he hasn't the strength and a heartbeat later he's limp again.

[ostro_goth]

"You are a very good and helpful cat," Teja tells Myrrh as the elevator doors open and rats come rushing up with a gurney.

Deftly, Teja deposits Bodhi on it.

[imthepilot]

Myrrh mews an affirmative and jumps down to land next to Bodhi, making it clear she's going too.

[ostro_goth]

"She is protective," Teja tells the infirmary helpers with the gurney, "so she will stay with him. She is the one that found him and fetched me."