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Thomas wasn't really up to anything at that particular moment. It was one of those rare moments where he was actually just lounging around in his room, wondering what to do with himself. He'd already been out for a long run, already had a brief stint at the lighthouse portals earlier that morning, and was now free until late that evening, when he would have a pod duty shift. It was weird, to have so much free time and not know what to do with it.

He had just decided he should probably stop being lazy (he'd been lying in bed for five whole minutes) and thought that he might go outside for some nice, relaxing yoga in the shade of the dorm building when his phone buzz. Frowning slightly, he sat up to drag it off of the night stand next to his bed, giving the screen a quick glance and frowning a bit more.

Well, he had been looking for something to do, but the text itself was quite vague as to what, exactly, he might be needed for. Help, however, seemed to indicate trouble.



Even as he typed out the text and sent it, he was getting up from his bed, grabbing a tattered old dark blue hoody and throwing it on before finding a pair of of scuffed up sneakers as well.

Well that probably wasn't a great sign that the other man was just fine and dandy. Thomas fired off another text to reaffirm that he would be right there while he began to rummage around the room for the small medical supplies kit he had been given after his first shift in the infirmary. Be prepared for anything. As a mist, it was apparently his job to be flexible, and to learn the trade of every other division. While he was not yet quite proficient in any one thing (unless it was back flips and push ups, of course), he had been making an honest effort to do his very best.

The kit found, and his shoes on, he made his way out the door, shutting it hastily behind him before booting it down the hall and outside.

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It really was not long at all before he'd made it to the training field. He wasn't quite sure what he might find when he got there, but it only took a moment for him to see a shape lying upon the ground. Jogging over, he came to a halt next to Chance's body, and crouched down, his arms resting on his knee's as he cocked his head to the side and smiled down at the other man.

"When I thought that I might lend you a hand while you lay on your back, this is not what I had envisioned." He joked, and than inwardly winced.

That was really bad. He was terrible. Chance was actually hurt and he just made an inappropriate joke.

Ah, yes, he did look rather worse for wear, though the fact that the other man still managed to smile anyways was pretty damn cute, not to mention his rebuttal on top of that. Thomas could feel his grin widening, and he rested a hand on his chin, giving Chance a rather amused look. "You do not look like you are in any condition to do any kind of strenuous activity, even if I put in most of the work."

The smile slipped away then, as it became obvious that Chance was in quite a bit of pain.

"Okay, but I warn you I have not done much training in first aid so...uh...before we get you sitting up, does it feel like anything is broken?" He reached out to the other man's chest, fingers pushing lightly along his ribs.

"Also, how did you do this to yourself?" He assumed if there had been an opponent, they would have been here to help, but, then again, this did at times seem very much like a dog eat dog kind of place.

Tommy let out a light laugh, his usual enthusiasm dulled significantly for the moment as he continued to lightly prod Chance, looking for anything that might cause an issue should he help the other man to his feet. "You know." He smiled, "Next time a simple call or text to invite me to hang out would suffice. There is really no need for all of this." He gestured, with a fleeting grin before he became more serious.

"Although it is nice, that you should happen to seek my assistance. I am sure there are many others you could have messaged instead." He was being realistic, but shot Chance another smile before sitting back on his heels.

"Really?" His eyebrows shot up. He should not have been surprised, he knew, and yet he was. "And he just left you here like this? That must have been quite the teasing." He gave his head a small shake, a slightly amused smile on his lips.

"Okay, in my clearly very professional opinion, I would think it is safe for you to sit up, but ah, we will take it slow, yes? And if you begin to feel quite dizzy or nauseated, you must let me know."

He leaned forward again, lending aid in getting Chance upright, though not quite to his feet just yet, all while saying. "After all, if I am to be helping you inside, it would not do to have you fall over, or to be sick all over my expensive, designer clothing."

If by expensive designer he meant rummaged out of a dumpster at some point probably.

Thomas was rather amused by Chance's attempts at behaving like all of this were completely normal. Amused, and also a bit relieved, as it meant that the could joke around without it coming off as insensitive. It made things more comfortable, and he appreciated that, even if the situation were a bit more extreme than he would have liked.

"What does interesting have to do with it? It could just be that I am so interesting that I am busy with other people all of the time, and you are only wasting yours by calling for my help because I am so popular and so busy." Which clearly was not the case, as he was actually here and not...doing whatever it was that other people might do.

As he helped Chance to sit up, he watched him carefully, eyeing him with a small frown of concern that furrowed his brow and tightened his eyes.

"If it is necessary, than yes." He murmured, noting that, for a moment, Chance had seemed a little bit off, his gaze a bit unsteady, but now he appeared to be fine again. "What is it you would prefer?"