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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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Johnny noticed the movement and stood, a smile breaking out on his face. "Hey, there..." Gently he took the hand held out to him, holding it close to the bed so it wouldn't move much.

The vampire leaned over and lightly kissed Otoha's forehead, partly taking advantage of the fact the man could neither move away nor protest currently, then sat again, still holding that hand. "I'm very mad at you, I hope you realize that."

Desco has absorbed her tentacles for this trip, forgoing levitation in favor of a simple childish game. Humming tunelessly to herself, arms outstretched, she is hopping from tile to tile on the floor, taking care to avoid the cracks.

Arriving at the door, she flings it open, beaming merrily.

"Desco has arrived, Uncle...O...to...ha?"

Her cheerful greeting trails off as she takes in Otoha's form, her happy smile slowly being replaced with a look of shocked horror. Her crimson claws are slack at her sides, clicking against each other as she trembles violently.

Otoha huffed a little under the mask, curling his fingers around the vampire's in a gesture of comfort. Take this while you can, Johnny. He won't be as unrestrained when he's sober.

When Desco comes into the room though, he pulls his hand away a bit. ... Sure, he looked bad, but he didn't look that bad, did he? (Probably.)

Dashing over to you, her red eyes wide and frantic.

"Uncle? What happened?"

She reaches out with one claw before snatching it back, looking back and forth between you and the vampire.

"W-why hasn't the hospital fixed this yet?"

"Sometimes it takes some time, especially for humans. He got himself banged up pretty badly." Johnny looked from Otoha to Desco and gestured for her to come closer. "You can come sit with us, if you want." And, sorry, Otoha, but he's taking your freaking hand back.

"T-that's not how hospitals work!"

She's staring in abject horror at Otoha's burns, tears gathering in the corners of her red eyes.

"Y-you're supposed to j-just give...give them the money and you're better! Desco has seen it work on humans!"

She is now frantically scrabbling at the spines on her hip with one claw, producing eight small coins.

"This is all the hell Desco has earned beating up Prinnies. If she gives it to the staff for Uncle Otoha, they'll make him better, right?"

Staring up at you, Johnny.

"Right?!"

Otoha shakes his head minutely. He can't explain like this, but it's hard to stay still and not do something. He tries to sit up, but it doesn't succeed in doing anything more than getting his heart rate up and the machine to start beeping annoyingly as he gets more and more frustrated.

Johnny stood when Otoha tried to sit up and put a hand on the man's shoulder, forcefully. "Don't you even dare." His glare faded as he looked over at Desco, all the world sounding like a patient parent trying to explain to a child. "Hospitals aren't magic, Desco, it isn't just about money. Burns take a while to heal."

He could, potentially, heal a few of these, though. Assuming Otoha didn't try and do something stupid like stop him. But he couldn't heal all of it.

Hospitals aren't...magic?

...hospitals aren't magic.

Hospitals aren't magic.

Desco breaks down crying, her eight HL falling to the ground with a tinny clink as she rubs at her red eyes with the sides of both claws.

He glared at Otoha in a very 'move and I'll kill you' way before going over to Desco and kneeling beside her. He put a hand on her head in an attempt to comfort her.

"Hey, don't cry. He'll get better. He has to or he knows I'll kick his ass. Now, come on, why don't we keep him company, hmm?"

She's just sort of latching on to you now, looping her arms around your neck in a loose hug, tears flowing silently from her multiple golden eyes as well as the red ones.

The tips of her horns dig into your chest as she nods miserably in response to your question.

Johnny picked her up and held her close, not minding the horns. And actual damage would heal in a few seconds anyway. He walked them both to the chair he'd been sitting in before and held her in his lap. At least, this way, he could hold her and Otoha could reach her without moving too much.

When Johnny sits down, Desco's back splits open, revealing a golden eye staring out before it bunches forward and oozes out of her back, forming her tentacles, which hover over to the foot of the bed and train their primary eye on Otoha.

Desco's child body continues to sit on Johnny's lap, one arm outstretched, the tips of her claws not quite touching Otoha's arm.

"D-desco is here, Uncle Otoha..."

Otoha reaches out and touches her claws with a bandaged hand. He's here. He can hear you. He can't really speak, but he's here.

There's not much else he can do at the moment, anyway.

Johnny smiled and pet Desco's hair a bit. His eyes were filled with concern and those he kept on Otoha, almost feeling like if he looked away the human's condition would worsen.

He looked over all of the wounds that were visible and finally noticed what all was hooked up to his moirail. Some of it was necessary, yeah, but even Johnny knew that morphine had no business being there.

"Do you want the morphine? I can make it disappear if not."

Follow the rules? Never.

Otoha shook his head. The doctors hadn't seemed to notice that it wasn't doing anything for him.

Yet another reason why he hated hospitals.

Desco's child body fidgets in Johnny's lap, unsure of what the conversation is about, glancing around the room. As her gaze drifts around the room, it lands on a small table next to the bed that has a glass of water standing on it. She stares at it for a moment before fixing her red eyes on Otoha.

At the same time, her tentacled bulk takes its eye off Otoha and focuses on the table itself, slowly drifting over in that direction. When it reaches the table, one of the primary tentacles stretches down and grabs the glass, water dribbling down the sides of its maw as it crunches the glass loudly and swallows.

Apparently Desco is a nervous eater.

.....okay then. Johnny didn't really have much to say on what he just watched so he just..didn't. Instead, he stood, set Desco on the end of Otoha's bed and moved to the other side of the man.

As gently as he could, he removed the needle that was feeding the morphine into Otoha's bloodstream -more to prevent any damage than any pain- and tied a quick knot in the tube to stop the fluid's flow. He leaned down and quickly passed his tongue across the puncture wound to close it before bringing one of his hands up to pet the man's hair again. "It'll probably take some time for that junk to leave your system, but hopefully that helps."

The vampire looked to the girl, finally deciding to address the glass thing. "If you're hungry, I could go get you something." You know, maybe a china set or something...

Upon being set down on the bed, Desco crawls forward until she's near Otoha's face and flops down so she's lying on her stomach next to him, her head pillowed on her arms. Her back splits open again as her tentacles float over and cram themselves back into her body, leaving no sign that they're in there despite being over twice the size of Desco herself.

She pauses to think about your offer before replying, her voice subdued.

"Could...could Desco have some stainless steel?"

She glances at Otoha, the concentric circles that serve as pupils in her red eyes pulsing irregularly, almost wobbling, before continuing.

"It's Desco's comfort food."

Otoha didn't move or make any noise as Johnny worked, just nodding slightly as he finished. He turned to Desco, and put an arm over her back, pulling her a little closer, protectively.

He didn't have any steel for her, but he did have comfort.

As you drape your arm over her back, her body relaxes just a little as she curls into your side, being very mindful of both her claws and her horns. Her tail, which had retracted up into a small triangular stub, cautiously expands to just under half of its full length, the very tip twitching sporadically.

"I'll see what I can find~" He smiled at the two and left to look around. A nearby nurse's station proved useful and one slight-of-hand later he was bringing back a stainless steel tray complete with surgical tools of the same material. At last it was clean.

He set the tray down on Otoha's stomach for Desco to reach and climbed onto the bed as well, curling against the man's other side while he absent-mindedly worked on bending the blade of a scalpel down so it wouldn't cut anything. Perfect plan. "I hope that works for you~" And Otoha better get over the fact this is now a snuggle party on his bed.

It's...well, things aren't good, all things considered, but it's...nice. Desco's back splits open again, but instead of the entire bulk of her tentacles oozing out only one of her primary tentacles pokes out, stretching over to the tray and delicately biting a scalpel in half.

"Thank you, Uncle Johnny."

Otoha doesn't really have much room to complain. It's a strange feeling of safety, and he leans back against Johnny while he pulls Desco against him in a loose but protective gesture.

... It's a little unnerving for him to feel so safe, but he's not going to talk about it now. Even if the mask came off, he probably wouldn't be able to speak very well.

The 'Uncle Johnny' made the vampire incredibly pleased and he turned a gentle smile on the girl, placing the bent up scalpel on the tray as well. It wasn't like he ate metal. "You're welcome~"

He kept his arms around Otoha and moved his face closer to the man's. "Don't fidget." That was the only warning he gave before he ran his forked tongue along one of the burnt patches of skin on Otoha's face. It would take a couple of licks, but he could probably heal some of this, at least.

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