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"It's - it's okay," Siddie said, and shifted a little closer to Sammy, sitting up more so that she could support the taller ghoul better. She surreptitiously wiped the tears from her cheeks with her sleeve, a quick motion that she hid by pushing her hair back over her shoulder. "I'm here now. I guess this is more like home now." Her throat closed again, but she kept the tears back this time.

Burned, shot, scalded by acid? It had been supposed to be a training course, hadn't it? Nothing - nothing like that. But she wasn't going to ask Sammy to explain now, not when her ghoulfriend was exhausted and hurting and needed her to be the strong one. Sammy had been strong for her - such stupid, insignificant problems, in comparison - and now it was her turn.

Green Tent

She'd been lucky that the boil had held still as long as he had, so when he finally started shifting about she didn't begrudge him. Instead he pulled her face away from him as he looked down to address, brushing away the moisture from her cheeks as she nodded. "I'm not really the one you should be worrying about." Silly boil, she'd been safe on campus the whole time, not out facing.. whatever it was they had been forced to endure.

Another nod followed his promise that she'd talk later. She'd hold him too that, likely show up on his door step after making sure Sharra and everyone else was whole and safe, at least bodily. She wasn't sure how to help on the emotional front, save for being there to offer comfort and reassurance.

Following his glance he noticed the marrowstripe outside the tent, and dark eyebrows rose curiously before she glanced between the fox spirit and the demon she was still clinging to. She didn't know the other ghoul well at all, so he behavior seemed mightily odd to the djinn. "I think your friend may need you?" She was reluctant to let him go, that was obvious enough by the tightening of her fingers within the fabric of his shirt, but after a moment she would step back and let him go. Dark fingers rubbing along her cheeks once again to catch the tears that threatened to fall. He didn't need to see her falling to pieces with worry. No one should, really. She was supposed to be helping, not breaking down.

"I'll call you later," she frowned, watching him him a moment, then added. "I'm really glad you're alright. I don't know what I would have done.. " Her voice trailed off. West knew how much he meant to her, she didn't need to repeat it. Certainly not in front of Holly.

BLUE TENT

"Yes, thank you very much," she murmured quietly as she moved to take up medicine and the cup of water offered toward her person and she went ahead and swallowed it down with no further need for instruction on this of course she listened to the words of the one before her, "Yes, I think I can handle that on my own, you must all be very busy," she said softly, "just give me what I need."

She doubted they had medication for the mental wounds she had incurred.

Purple Tent

He was starting to form a bond with the many little containers of painkillers as well as the stash of needles. Everyone seemed to need them, so much so that he was surprised that they hadn't ran out yet... Not that that was a bad thing at all, really, as he injected Amrita with some to help with the pain.

"It'll still hurt," He warned before carefully setting the broken bone in place, putting the arm in a splint and using cloth straps to keep it in place, "It should heal pretty fast, if you don't aggravate it." Meaning she keeps the splint in place and not move her arm around till the bone heals. The ribs, however, caused him to pause; most fractures are left alone to heal, but if it happened to be completely broken? The sharp edge might cause internal injuries if not treated, but there was really no way to tell.

... And then he also wasn't sure if something should be done to her face, or if he should send her off to get new parts to patch up her body with.

His lips set in a grim line, he concentrated his fear to his palms and hovered them over Amrita's ribs; better safe than sorry, right? Although if he had to keep using his fear, he probably wouldn't be able to help Cricket out for much longer; the best he could do for Amrita right now was to heal as much of her ribs as possible and then leave the rest to heal on their own.

"I'll advise you not to move around too much, or it might get worse," He looked a little tired as he relaxed, bringing his hands away, "No jumping, running... Nothing intensive until it's healed, which might take about a week." Thanks to his fear anyway.

"Your stomach? In what way?"

Green Tent

With the first bright eyed look he managed that day, Bul was caught in Mei's arms and sighed so contently. Hopefully his more-than-likely putrid smell was not bothersome at the time.

"Well I was dismissed so I suppose you could say okay. It'll be a very long, painful week though." Following her to the cot he sat beside her and held and arm around her continuously while they spoke.

"I... know.." he said looking to the horn she was fondling. "And what's... what's really bad though is I knew about them," he said in an almost hushed voice. "I just wasn't expecting them to show is all..." he sighed.

Green Tent

West reached out a gloved hand and touched Yaya's shoulder. He didn't like thinking about what she might have done if he hadn't come back, mostly because it would have meant he... hadn't come back.

"Yeah. Call. Sorry," he whispered, turning from Yaya to give Holly a meaningful glance. He still wasn't sure how Savior would react to his presence, even though she seemed to still recall who he was. His hand dropped back to his side as he hurried out of the tent.

The ghoul was burned over a large portion of her body, but the thing that struck West first was that she was naked. He had known that. He had seen it before, but he had been too distracted to really care. This time he rolled his eyes. "Jack..." he muttered irritably, ducking back inside to grab a folded sheet off of the nearest cot. He shook it out as he returned, draping it over her sandy shoulders.

Blue Tent

"Sit!" She urged, trying again to place him in the seat before whomever could help should arrive. His current situation looked even more devastating as the two of them found placement amongst those in the blue tent, her bottom lip curling beneath her upper fangs anxiously. Had she picked the right tent?

And then Mort spoke, which prompted Natalia to look down. Her uniform? "After having to cross a grid of steam-propelled tiles, fighting off a retarded looking ghost amongst other ridiculous creatures, trying to keep afloat as a battle field filled with water, and barely escaping death by fire...I think I can survive holding a few body parts covered in soot, mud, and some blood. If that is why you are sorry..." Her smile widened. "I am sorry about your arms...and the rest of you, really! I guess hugs can be kind of dangerous."

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