Farewell Happy Fields!

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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!]

Comments

[photonicfighter]

Dakki had taken a beating of her own via the application of an absolutely astonishing amount of concrete. Her forehead needed stitching and her right arm had wound up broken and she had no small amount of bruising and battering, but between advanced medical techniques and her own auto-repair systems, she was lucid and mobile. Though they insisted that she stay a day longer for observation. She chafed at the idea, but doctors were doctors... and it wasn't as though she had somewhere to be or something else to do. This was all so... new.

There was one way that she could pass some time, though. And soothe her conscience and worries a bit. Garviel was in the ICU, wasn't he? She had asked permission to visit, stated that she was a friend, and so she was shown into his room.

"Garviel?" So have yourself a purple android in a hospital gown, with her arm in a cast, Garvi. One with a friendly-but-concerned expression on her face. One that hadn't even considered, for a moment, that you weren't the Garviel that she knew. "How are you holding up?"

[greyerrant]

"My name is Cerberus. What do you wish of me?" Well, he seems feisty enough, though he stares down the abominable intelligence with cold grey eyes.

[photonicfighter]

"You're... not Garviel Loken?" And now she's confused. For she knows those cold eyes, that serious tone, that dismissiveness. Surely she's not mistaken?

"I wanted to see how your recovery was coming along. And I wanted to say 'hello'. I hadn't had the chance, back in the stadium. I didn't expect to see you here. I didn't think I'd know anyone here." And normally, she'd smile, having said that. But any happiness that she had felt was now... on hold. Reserved. Held back.

[greyerrant]

"I don't know you." He almost snarls, obviously weakened by his wounds but still a psychic mass of pain and anger.

[photonicfighter]

"You don't?" Could she be mistaken, then? Could this not be Garviel? No, that was impossible, absolutely impossible. Then...

...then... technically, wasn't the Garviel she knew a copy? Wasn't she a copy of her real self? What if this was the real Garviel? Her eyes widened at the realization, and she took a step back.

"...I'm sorry. I'll go."

He was hurt. She was confused, and likely to keep looking completely foolish in front of him. And even if this was, possibly, not the right Garviel, she still respected his opinion and his thoughts to not want to look bad in front of him.

[greyerrant]

The real Garviel (For that is what he is), quietly gives her a stoic stare.

[photonicfighter]

Unpleasant as it was, this was a strangely familiar sensation. Garviel is Garviel, real or copy, isn't he?

She turns and moves towards the door, but stops and casts a glance back. "You fought very well at the stadium. I wish I could have been of more assistance to you." And though she hesitated for a moment more in the event that he had an answer to give, she didn't plan on lingering. She needed to... process this. And think about what it implied. And then, perhaps, try befriending him again.