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Farewell Happy Fields!

Farewell Happy Fields!

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What: Aftermath of Anoli Attack: Hospital
Where: Leo Ward - Caduceus Hospital Headquarters
Summary: It is the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies. The injured have been taken to Caduceus Hospital Headquarters, and it is time for reflection, visting, or old-fashioned escapes from the hospital rooms.
Warnings: Mild squick if people want to describe their wounds in explicit detail.

Caduceus Hospital Headquarters. It has a distinguished history within Hinoto-Ri, boasting of a staff of well-trained Healers, as well as possessing the most cutting edge medical technology possible. There was no limb they couldn't reattach, no organ they couldn't replace... - they even claimed to be able to bring someone back from the dead (with the small disclaimer that it could only occur under certain conditions and with an obscene amount of luck).

So needless to say, the hospital was more than well-equipped to deal with the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies.

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Nearly every hospital bed had been filled by an injured patient that night. The A&E room had been in constant chaos, with civilians crying and shouting, searching for loved ones, or demanding to see doctors or healers to help so-and-so...

There had also been plenty of reporters milling about, shouting and crying over the status of the Mayor's Secretary, and whether the Red Lion had really died at the scene, or if he was still alive and well within the safety of the hospital's ICU.

By the time morning broke, there was a false sense of tranquillity within the hospital. The healers had been pushed to their limits with the sheer number of patients being wheeled in and out of surgery, but otherwise, the situation had finally gotten under control. Now, both civilians and visitors were merely waiting for word of the conditions of their injured friends and family...

[Welcome to the winding down of the event! You are now at the hospital, where you may be visiting the injured, or be one of the injured yourself! Those with RED injuries will be in the ICU, and those with YELLOW injures will be in normal wards, for obvious reasons. Those with GREEN injuries wouldn't have had to go to the hospital at all, so they are free to come and go as they wish!

You may all start your threads and mingle!]

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Broken femur, in desperate need of repair to the bone, the nerves, and the leg itself.

A gash on her side. Scraped a few ribs and if it had been slightly deeper it would have pierced the abdominal wall.

Stabbed through the shoulder, luckily just under the socket. Arturia could've very well lost her arm if the actual joint had been hit. Instead she had a few broken ribs, was lucky she hadn't bled out, and her arm was limp at her side thanks to several severed nerves.

A concussion. One that left how the battle turned out unclear. All Arturia could remember clearly about the fight was running into Spades and Hitsuji, pulling the stupid move of trying to challenge them, then the feel of a knife to her back. After that there was pain and then blackness. When Arturia came to, she'd been in the hospital.

And, of course, a laundry list of bruises and scrapes that were negligible compared to all of her other injuries.

If she was back home, her body would be a mess, the doctors telling her it could potentially take months to recover from these sort of injuries. There would be a constant question on if they should even attempt to save her leg, on if she would ever be able to move her arm again. She would at the very least spend the next few years on crutches, if not in a wheelchair.

But this was not Fuyuki City of the early twenty-first century. No, this was Hinoto-Ri of an unknown era with advanced medical technology. The doctors had assured her, once she was stable and coherent enough, she would be fine. It would take time, but she would be back on her feet within the next few weeks as right as rain.

So Arturia lay in her hospital bed, hooked up to monitors and IVs, wondering just what she had been thinking trying to confront those two. They hadn't been fighting anyone. They had clearly outclassed her. Had she been so desperate to be the hero she had put herself into danger despite knowing she could wind up dead? Or worse?

In her heart of hearts she knew she had been. For once in her life she'd wanted a chance to be a hero and, despite the fact it would accomplish nothing, she had faced a foe she could not hope to beat. In her mind she heard Lancer and Archer telling her the same despite her insistence on fighting alongside them in some way. She would wind up killed if she tried to go against Servants. If she tried to fight, try to keep it at facing off against Masters and only try to defend herself if a Servant came after her.

Arturia raised her hand, the one bearing her Command Spells in the air, and stared at it. As much of a reprieve as her stay had in Hinoto-Ri had been, she really wanted to go home. Even if it was only briefly, if only so she could help Rin and Archer and Lancer somehow. If only so she could stop constantly trying to prepare for a War she had only stumbled upon and had the good fortune someone she knew she could trust was participating as well.

She pulled her hand back to her chest as the nurse came in and said someone wanted to see her and she'd been cleared for visitors. Arturia thanked her and waited for the woman to show her guest in.

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A huge figure in a white robe blots out the light for a moment, looking down at Arturia as she raises her hand. His face is even more scarred and burnt than the last time she saw it, but still maintains the same craggy solemnity about it. He moves slowly, his usual vitality present, but clearly nursing injuries. Just how severe she probably can't tell, as the robe hides most of the burns and punctures. His strange organs were hard for the citizens of Hinoto-Ri to figure out, so after getting his flesh knit back together and receiving some blood transfusions, the space marine waved off further medical help, content to let his body do the rest itself.

He pauses for a second as he looks down at her, grey eyes slightly mysterious in their expression, and just says her name, the silent wolf being spare in his words for the moment, "Arturia." His eyes linger on her hand, and the strange marking there.

"Mr. Loken," she said when she saw him appear, lowering her hand as naturally as she could. His eyes were focused on the marking, but she already knew that, if he asked, she'd wave it off as a tattoo, something fashionable where she came from. That's all.

"I should know better than to try fighting someone when I'm that outclassed."

"Your bravery is impressive, even if your tactical decision making left something to be desired in this case."

He crosses to her bedside, and looks down, one massive hand falling to rest on a portion of the bed in an unconsciously friendly gesture.

"I know what I'll be focusing our lessons on in for a little while."

He doesn't smile, mostly because of the circumstances, but there is a certain gentleness in the grey eyes for once as he looks down at her.

"You and my uncle both. I know he's going to let me have it once he finds my room," she says with a sigh as she looks up at him, "At least.... at least I now know what a proper battle is like."

Not true. Not true at all. The first battle she came across, she'd had to flee for her life. The second she still struggled with the idea she would have to tell Sakura of what happened. And the third she'd spent most of it tied to a chair because she kept picking fights that were more than she could handle.

And she knew, without a doubt, it would not be the last no matter how she tried.

Garviel's face hardens for a moment. That wasn't a battle to him. That was murder. But he nods, not wishing to argue with her about it.

"I'm sure he only wants what he believes is best for you."

He looks down at her, and then to her hand, but he's silent for a moment. Clearly waiting for her to say more, say what she wants to, before asking about it.

Except every battle she's been in so far was like that: her first had involved running for her life from Caster, the second had involved keeping Shinji from killing her schoolmates, the third ended in her tied to a chair, and now this.

Not the best track record at all, in her mind, but she was determined to keep down this road. She just needed better judgement when it came to them, something that would take time.

"I know he does," she says with a fond smile, "He's looked after me for as long as I can remember. We argue sometimes, and he has his secrets, but.... we look out for each other, have one another's back. We're all the other really has in the world."

He nods his head, just listening for the moment. He envies her that connection, that feeling of mutual blood and filial love. It is something he no longer has. Ever since that day on Istvaan, he is alone, even amongst other Astartes.

"That is a valuable thing." He finally manages, not knowing what else to say.

He'd come down frantically to see if his friends were all right... but he hadn't been expecting to see other familiar faces too. As he was walking by the room, he peered in out of curiosity - perhaps a rude thing to do but he didn't seem to care - and blinked in recognition at the young woman in the bed.

Rather than simply passing by he turned, poking his head into the room fully. "Miss?" he said quietly, giving her a little wave.

"Oh, hello," she said upon spotting the white haired man she'd met in the library. Arturia raised her good arm and waved back.

"Did you get caught up in that business with the Anoli as well?"

With her greeting he came into the room properly, coming to stand near the bedside.

"Business with... oh. No, I wasn't allowed..." There's a bit of bitterness to that statement. "I suppose if everyone wound up here that it was a good thing, but it wasn't very fair."

"Why weren't you allowed?"

How could someone even do that, the danger aside? The event had been open to public so who would keep him out of the Arena itself?

He grumped a little, trying to figure out how to sum up his frustrations easily. "I'm not... special enough to do things, I suppose. I don't remember how, and for some reason no one who knows me from before wishes to help me regain past skill. I don't know what that portends but..." He shrugged, arms spreading dismissively. "They kept me out of it."

There's a rapping on the door. "Hello? There a Ms., uh, Pendragon in here? I've got a delivery for you." He blinks, looking at the card. "Huh. How Arthurian," he comments idly. Apparently, Guybrush at least is a reader of the classics.

Who hasn't heard of King Arthur? Arturia's heard enough comments about her last name she simply rolls her eyes at the comment.

"So I've been told. Thank you for the delivery, sir. Could you please bring it here for me?"

"Oh, uh, hang on, I'm supposed to read something." He pulls out another card along with the basket -- you're not entirely sure WHERE FROM, but you could almost SWEAR he had it in his pants somehow -- and reads. " 'Just a friendly little delivery from the Mays Corporation, wishing you a quick recovery after your brave actions during our recent crisis!'" Thumbs up! ...and then a sigh. "Anyway, here you go."

It's a pretty generic basket on a whole; you can't help but shake the feeling they stocked it with things that, while still fresh, were probably not selling very well otherwise.

Except it couldn't fit in his pants. Arturia gives him a weird look for a moment before deciding to take the MST3K route. She's still got pain meds running through her system. She has to be hallucinating.

"Oh, thank you, Mr.... I'm sorry. What's your name?"

But yeah, lemon body butter that smelled more like cleaning supplies and cotton candy hand wash that left a sticky residue afterward didn't look like things that would sell too well on a normal day.

"Me? I'm Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate (tm)." It's hard to say if he tacks on the last bit as an egotistical gesture, or because he's somehow obligated to do so. "Just kinda serving as a delivery guy today, though." He plunks the basket down on the table near the bed.

Avitus had his huge wings up around his torso again, giving himself a sort of hug like that, as he ran his fingers through the equally huge feathers. He stepped quietly into the room as he pulled one of them out with a little tug, jet black, round... almost a foot and a half long, and half a foot wide, from near the bottom edge of the wing,

And the occupant of this room was awake!

He managed a little smile for her, running his fingers over the plume, making sure its barbs were all neatly connected.

"Ah... hello...."

"Oh, hello," Arturia said, using her good arm to sit up a bit more. She did her best not to stare at the gentleman who came in, but it was hard. He had wings and while she normally wouldn't bat an eye at the demons around here, it was very different seeing one in the hospital for the first time, to speak to one so directly.

"Can I help you with something, sir?"

"Not... precisely. I merely thought to offer something. The humans, in my world, regard my clan's feathers as tokens of good fortune, and... I thought, after something like what happened... that if there was any truth to it, then to spread a bit wouldn't be terribly amiss, would it?"

He stepped forward, head down a little, somewhat shyly, and ran his fingers over the enormous plume, making sure the barbs were locked together properly as he approached her bedside quietly, to offer it to her. It was rounded, jet black, shiny, somewhat stiff, and in good shape... perhaps it could be used as a quill pen, if she had a mind to do that with it?

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Farewell Happy Fields!

Open to all; ICU

PEOPLE DIE IF THEY ARE KILLED ARTY! :D

GET OUT! SHE'S NOT SHIROU!

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