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Having been on guard duty when the group came in, Will had been there to usher the injured Rockets into the small underground base at Camphoreon. The infirmary was once again overwhelmed with the amount of serious injuries that came flooding in through their doors. It wasn't as big as the main HQ's infirmary, and they had fewer staff as well.

Doing his best to be of use, Will was then ordered to go fetch some food for the Rockets that were better off. It seemed that they were assembling in the lounge. Thus, the grunt wheeled in a cart from the cafeteria, filled with assorted food items that were left over from dinner. Steaming cups of coffee, tea, hot chocolate, and glasses of water were also. The cart was put to the side for the Rockets to choose what they wanted at their leisure.

He did pick up a cup of coffee and walked over to Faleen, holding out the cup in offering. "Looks like you've had a rough night." Perhaps the understatement of the century.

He was floating in a primordial black, his head transcending passed the heavens next to a weird world of him as a robotic Rapidash jumping and dashing to grant itself a certain, unknown wish. A harmonic melody played in the background, singing of ideally harmony itself and oh, love. Huh, what a weird dream. This thought transformed next to well, to something so incredibly vague he dare not think of it when he awoken. Sorano was basically in some self induced drug of a dream. It wasn't pleasant but his slight twitch here or there on the hospital bed certainly showed he was at least still living, though in critical.

Whinny, who was withdrawn prematurely during the party, still had enough strength to leave the confines of her Pokeball without permission and check on the status of her owner. Her mind raced to chasms unknown, seeing her owner more dead than having a chance to survive. She whined for him and eventually, the medics drove her out as the sleeping need time to sleep.

Curled up in the corner, the poor Wiggly wept her eyes out. Why did this have to happen to him?

Faleen wasn't far behind Umbreon in that idea though, walking over to the closest edge; she waved a hand gently to her pokemon "Move over"
And with his obedience she dropped herself down, sighing as she pulled the not so white gloves off of her hands.
The rest of her outfit wasn't looking much better, the dress had been easily torn and stained, there was still some blood on it from Sorano.

For a moment she just enjoyed the silence, leaning her head back and closing her eyes tightly, playing back moments of the night... having to wonder what exactly had gone wrong and caused an explosion like that... she hadn't realized how many Rockets had gotten hurt until they were on their way to the branch.
She had been lucky this time, other than being knocked around a bit and cut on some of the glass, she was unhurt.

For the most part she still felt partially numb to what happened that night, unsure of what to make of it, what to think.
She did hope the best for the ones who had been badly injured, the last thing she wanted was a dead comrade.

The Grunt was startled from her dark trance when a noise of wheels and metal clattered into the room. Her eyes opened quickly, at the same time pushing herself back up to sit high.
“Hello Will” she greeted, smiling when she saw the familiar face, and then he handed her a cup of coffee, a most welcoming gesture
“Oh, thank you” she sighed relived as she reached out to accept it graciously, closing her eyes as she just soaked in the aroma.
She shook her head at his comment, glancing up once again to look at him “It’s been interesting… could have been a lot worse though.” she said, her thoughts going to the others in the med bay, whose health status was still a mystery, To the Agent she had helped, Sorano, his bloody form still laying in her mind.

Once again, noises at the door drew Faleen’s attention, first Agent Nyx walked in, and then Panther.
Neither of them looked like they were remotely okay.
Nyx looked as if she was suffering from Shock and Panther… while he didn’t look much better, was at least speaking... or cursing.
“…” Faleen leaned forward again, looking over at Agent Nyx, her brow furrowing with worry
“Mrs. Nyx…. Ma’am?”
She wondered for a moment If there was bad news from the medbay.

"It can always be worse," Will agreed, smiling as Faleen took the coffee. "I'm glad you made it out all right, but this seems to be some of the worst injuries yet from what I saw."

He then turned as he heard something hit the floor, and some cursing. Panther's predicament was quickly assessed and Will went over to him. "Hey man, let me get that." The grunt said as he bent down to pick up the mug and grabbed a towel to start cleaning up the floor. Whatever grudges Panther had towards him, Will didn't harbor any ill will.

Faleen sat up a little more, her eyes blinking as another... Aila, again looking a complete mess.
"Aila? guys... did"

Agent Nyx had looked at her, and what Faleen saw next startled her. There were tears forming in the Agents eyes.
Staring back, with something of a hesitant shock, why... why was she crying.
"Mrs. Nyx."
quickly reaching down to undo the straps of her shoes, Faleen left the painful contraptions behind as she crossed, bare foot across the cold floor, stopping to kneel down by the upper rank.
"Did we get news from the medical center? What happened?"

"I don't..." need any help. he started to snap but stopped when he realized he did need help. He just wasn't able to coop with becoming suddenly left handed at the moment. His right was starting to throb, telling him just how much it had been injured and the coffee had already stained the bandages. He straitened up, leaving Will to it. "Thanks." he grabbed his jacket in his left hand and then held his right, finding and open spot on the couch and sitting next to Nyx.

He turned to the door wondering if Cal was alright. He stared for a moment and then turned back to the people in the room, starting to to realize they were there and unharmed. Some had escaped the explosion. When Faleen asked a question he look back over at them. "Agent Cal is in surgery and some others are too. No one has come out yet."

Leonard finally changed out of that stupid tuxedo but that was the least of his concern. People were hurt, possibly dying. He was lucky that he made it out with barely a scratch. And he hadn't seen the chandelier falling, crushing both civilians and Rocket members underneath... He heard the screams and shattered glass however. That was good enough for him.

He took a cup of hot chocolate but only sipped it once in a while. It wasn't like he was thirsty, but drinking it took his mind off the horrors of the ball. Steve the Leafeon hadn't been recalled into his Pokeball, mostly because he was too tired to bother. But even the small Pokemon knew that something dire had happened. Instead of helping himself to all the treats on the cart, he only gazed at them wistfully.

Leonard's eyes glanced across the room. Everyone looked just as exhausted and bewildered as he. And how could Aila be angry enough to almost kill a child one moment and become solemn like the rest of them the next?

And there was Angry Seth too. Just to make this day better. Though the Elite was probably feeling just as bad, so Leonard cut him some slack.