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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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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.

Farewell Happy Fields!

PEOPLE DIE IF THEY ARE KILLED ARTY! :D

GET OUT! SHE'S NOT SHIROU!

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