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wildkotetsu) wrote2012-05-08 06:24 pm
wildkotetsu) wrote2012-05-08 06:24 pm
9 • Heroes • [Action]
[Kotetsu's been unconscious, comatose, for three days now.
He tries to wake up on the last day, a few times. Feels himself rising up to the red-orange light under his eyelids - but it's a struggle, one that leaves him spent. And then, without a moment's notice, his eyes open wide to stare at the ceiling. Awake.
He remembers. He remembers exactly what happened. Bunny had been stabbed — and he was dying, had died. He'd died, with a blade through his chest... and Pao-Lin had done it. He rips the catheter out, all the wires, the device pumping oxygen into his nose, and drags himself up on quivering legs. Thank god they at least put pants on him, though they'd prefer that: he's burnt and he's been stabbed, near fatally. Even now with healing put in place, he's bound up tight.
How long has he been out? It couldn't have been that long. If he had enough sense, he'd feel the short stubble on his face and recognize it's been far more than 24 hours. But right now, common sense - what little he enjoyed using - was thrown right out the window. He staggers, knocks over a chair (had someone been around?), and all he can picture is the look of disdain on Pao-Lin's face and the look of shock on Bunny's.
He has to go.
He's gotta get outta here. He has to find them. If he stays, the people here will keep him still and not let him go, and he doesn't want that. So gathering up all of his strength in the pit of his stomach, ignoring the low ache in his shoulders and ribs, he instantly glows blue before fleeing from the clinic through an open window. He's a flash of neon color through the forest and village as he returns to the apartments.
He looks in Bunny's room first, slams it open with his shoulder, and the wind is knocked out of him on sight.
Everything's gone.
Everything's gone.
He doesn't realize he spends the next twenty minutes sitting in the middle of the empty room. When he finally does, he swallows hoarsely and uses his NEXT power to keep himself moving.
Pao-lin, he has to find her.
Somehow, he already assumes she's dead. After jumping through the window to the seventh story of her complex, he easily forces the door to her apartment open. The stillness of her room, untouched, tells him nothing's right. He wants to assume it's just her hiding, after all that's happened. But she's gone away. He tries to leave her messages on the journal and there are no replies back. No sign of her. Nothing. He'll be looking around CH7, asking if anyone knows where Pao-lin is.
The bandages and New-Feather-esque hospital clothes may raise some confusion. And the glowing, too, maybe.
Walking through the forest, his powers clocked in, he gives up and quietly curls up under a tree, burying his face in his knees, exhausted. He's sick and hot and in pain, and more than likely he's reopened his injury, but he's hardly aware of any of it. None of that matters, because he's failed. Barnaby's gone, and it's his fault he was killed like that. It's his fault he wasn't strong enough for him or Pao-Lin. His partner went home, and the last thing he saw in Luceti was Kotetsu as he bled out.
Dammit.
A few sharp, strangled yells are muffled by his hands but echo, regardless, into the treetops, scaring off stray birds. Eventually, they break down into sobs that shake his whole body. At this point, he's not budging, even as it starts to trickle rain through the canopy.
Eventually as the sun starts setting, he'll be directed back to the clinic without much struggle, staying at last to heal and get fixes for the burns and injuries he has. Honestly, he just wants to leave. He's not hungry - most of his food's not touched, he's not much for conversation, and he'd rather vanish into the covers than anything else right now.
But he'll try to be himself. Attempt to smile and talk, if spoken to.
He just wishes he could leave and find a way to get his mind off it all. Frankly, this is all a countdown so that he can hide in his own apartment like he intended.]
((ooc: feel free to run into him out in the woods after he's given up his search, or talk to him as he's looking for pao-lin. also, at the clinic after he agrees to finally go back. if you got any other places you'd wanna pop up, lemme know. he's pretty out of it, pre-clinic return.
most of this takes place on may 8th, but the last little bit can happen any time in the next 7 days or so. :|b
also timeline breaking is a-ok, just be subtle about it later or something))
He tries to wake up on the last day, a few times. Feels himself rising up to the red-orange light under his eyelids - but it's a struggle, one that leaves him spent. And then, without a moment's notice, his eyes open wide to stare at the ceiling. Awake.
He remembers. He remembers exactly what happened. Bunny had been stabbed — and he was dying, had died. He'd died, with a blade through his chest... and Pao-Lin had done it. He rips the catheter out, all the wires, the device pumping oxygen into his nose, and drags himself up on quivering legs. Thank god they at least put pants on him, though they'd prefer that: he's burnt and he's been stabbed, near fatally. Even now with healing put in place, he's bound up tight.
How long has he been out? It couldn't have been that long. If he had enough sense, he'd feel the short stubble on his face and recognize it's been far more than 24 hours. But right now, common sense - what little he enjoyed using - was thrown right out the window. He staggers, knocks over a chair (had someone been around?), and all he can picture is the look of disdain on Pao-Lin's face and the look of shock on Bunny's.
He has to go.
He's gotta get outta here. He has to find them. If he stays, the people here will keep him still and not let him go, and he doesn't want that. So gathering up all of his strength in the pit of his stomach, ignoring the low ache in his shoulders and ribs, he instantly glows blue before fleeing from the clinic through an open window. He's a flash of neon color through the forest and village as he returns to the apartments.
He looks in Bunny's room first, slams it open with his shoulder, and the wind is knocked out of him on sight.
Everything's gone.
Everything's gone.
He doesn't realize he spends the next twenty minutes sitting in the middle of the empty room. When he finally does, he swallows hoarsely and uses his NEXT power to keep himself moving.
Pao-lin, he has to find her.
Somehow, he already assumes she's dead. After jumping through the window to the seventh story of her complex, he easily forces the door to her apartment open. The stillness of her room, untouched, tells him nothing's right. He wants to assume it's just her hiding, after all that's happened. But she's gone away. He tries to leave her messages on the journal and there are no replies back. No sign of her. Nothing. He'll be looking around CH7, asking if anyone knows where Pao-lin is.
The bandages and New-Feather-esque hospital clothes may raise some confusion. And the glowing, too, maybe.
Walking through the forest, his powers clocked in, he gives up and quietly curls up under a tree, burying his face in his knees, exhausted. He's sick and hot and in pain, and more than likely he's reopened his injury, but he's hardly aware of any of it. None of that matters, because he's failed. Barnaby's gone, and it's his fault he was killed like that. It's his fault he wasn't strong enough for him or Pao-Lin. His partner went home, and the last thing he saw in Luceti was Kotetsu as he bled out.
Dammit.
A few sharp, strangled yells are muffled by his hands but echo, regardless, into the treetops, scaring off stray birds. Eventually, they break down into sobs that shake his whole body. At this point, he's not budging, even as it starts to trickle rain through the canopy.
Eventually as the sun starts setting, he'll be directed back to the clinic without much struggle, staying at last to heal and get fixes for the burns and injuries he has. Honestly, he just wants to leave. He's not hungry - most of his food's not touched, he's not much for conversation, and he'd rather vanish into the covers than anything else right now.
But he'll try to be himself. Attempt to smile and talk, if spoken to.
He just wishes he could leave and find a way to get his mind off it all. Frankly, this is all a countdown so that he can hide in his own apartment like he intended.]
((ooc: feel free to run into him out in the woods after he's given up his search, or talk to him as he's looking for pao-lin. also, at the clinic after he agrees to finally go back. if you got any other places you'd wanna pop up, lemme know. he's pretty out of it, pre-clinic return.
most of this takes place on may 8th, but the last little bit can happen any time in the next 7 days or so. :|b
also timeline breaking is a-ok, just be subtle about it later or something))
[Action, Clinic]
[Several vials and syringes in hand, as well as a thermometer, gloves, a curved needle should she have to redo any stitches Kotetsu might have popped, she walks back over to his side of the bed.
One last check of his chart before she begins adding the medication to his IV drip.]
You are lucky you did not tear a vein, when you pulled this off earlier.
[Action, Clinic] 1/2
[It's sharp, hoarse, a bit biting, and he regrets the tone immediately (along with the IV he accidentally yanks free in his motion). He hadn't planned to snap, but so many people were listing what he'd done to himself, how he could have made it worse, acted like he could really even control himself as he escaped - frankly, though, he didn't care about any of what she was telling him right now. Too upset to care.]
[Action, Clinic]
... I know.
I just -
[His mouth twitches as he hesitates, looking away toward the door in front of him. He has no plans to run, so his gaze drops to the sheets. Closes his hollowed eyes tiredly. Fumbles weakly with the end of the IV in his hand to return it to her.]
I won't do anything else. I just wanna rest and get better now. I won't pull anything else.
[Action, Clinic]
He does seem. Contrite. Exhausted, when he speaks next. She doesn't move to treat him, doesn't take a single step forward just yet.]
...
I take it I am not the first to comment on the matter.
[Action, Clinic]
[be surprised, snap at anyone, worry them, get angry - ]
I'm sorry, anyway. I had a long day... I want to get better and sleep.
[Action, Clinic]
[She lowers her hands and takes a careful step forward, eyes locked on his face. Looking for signs of another outburst.]
I would thank you not to remove your IV again. Resetting them is irritating, for you and for myself.
[Action, Clinic]
[He didn't even mean to pull it, but he's clumsy even in his misdirected anger sometimes.
It's a curse, maybe. He sighs, scratching his hairline, flushed just a little; hard to say if it's from embarrassment from his earlier behavior, or because he's sick. Probably a little of both.]
[Action, Clinic]
His sincere contrition makes her feel awkward. She's used to the petulant, the stubborn, the furious. The apologetic is an entirely different animal all on it's own.]
...It's more irritating due to potential harm that could come to you than it is any inconvenience on my part, Kotetsu.
[Line taped down, she turns her attention to his temperature. She rests the back of one hand against his cheek, the other flicking through her tray for a thermometer- a thin strip of plastic with black windows across the front. She'd rather use an infrared but- this is what she has.]
[Action, Clinic]
Good and bads.
The only issue how is if he gets his goddamn injuries infected.]
[Action, Clinic]
[Too hot by a large margin. She frowns and double checks the thermometer. A fever.]
You are going to have to remain here for a few nights so your fever might break.
[Action, Clinic]
[Not really a genuine question, because he figures as much. He swallows and his throat feels like it's full of glass. Really, he just hates hospitals - appreciates them, loves that they exist, but would rather run and hide at the first opportunity, if not for impulse-control.
He clenches the hand with his wedding ring on unconsciously.
He can handle a few days, if Tomoe handled months.]
[Action, Clinic]
[Because she fully understands. She may have all but lived in a hospital for years, worked, but being a patient? It is disconcerting on so very many levels for her. Seeing others that are equally uncomfortable for emotional reasons, traumatic memories- she gets it. And does what little she can to accommodate them.
For the moment she cuts away at the bandage to check his wound. The fever was damning, but she needs to know for certain that the wound is infected before prescribing anything.]
[Action, Clinic]
He'd apologize for that, too, but he's all apologized out today. He just nods, and for someone as injured as he is, he seems incredibly casual about her prodding around his bodily wounds.]
I'd like that... a lot...
[Action, Clinic]
As soon as the swelling lessons, and the morphine kicks in, I will have you moved.
[Action, Clinic]
Thanks.
[He winces, but doesn't squirm at the dressing being wrapped around his wound. It's easy now, after all this time. It's much easier than what had happened days ago.]
[Action, Clinic]
Are your stitches still sore, Kotetsu?
[Action, Clinic]
[Do you like how he sort of avoided the question while simultaneously answering it?]
[Action, Clinic]
[Action, Clinic]
[He sits up against his better judgement, wincing, but he's still eager it seems.]
I'd like to move.
[Somewhere less formal, maybe. Somewhere that didn't make him feel so anxious—maybe illogically so, but he would love nothing more than to move rooms.]
[Action, Clinic]
[She offers him her arm. She's small, and slight, but helping a patient stand and walk down a hall is not entirely beyond her.]
[Action, Clinic]
[Action, Clinic]
[She wraps her arm around his ribs, just under his shoulders, lets his good arm rest across her own so she can help him stand. Wheels the IV drip along with them with her free hand.]
I'm not very good at that either.
[Action, Clinic]
Heheh... Really? I thought doctors were s'pposed to be really patient...
[Action, Clinic]
[Just out the door and a little ways down the hall, and they're coming up on the doors of the apartment style rooms. Cozier. She'll make a note of the change for his attending physician.]
[Action, Clinic]
[Action, Clinic]