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The calm after the battle was almost serene in its quietness, Kallichore noticed.

The side of Order had won the day, beating back the horde of youma that had erupted to the surface at the behest of one of the Negaverse’s powerful Generals. Many were injured - herself and Nephthys included - and would need to seek medical aid. How many of them would pour into the nearby clinics and hospitals for treatment? What cover story could they come up with to explain this?

Ultimately, Kallichore decided, it didn’t matter. What mattered most was that Nephthys, the senshi she had dedicated herself to protecting and guiding, was in need of medical attention. Leaning gently on the super senshi, Kallichore concentrated enough to transfer from the excess energy from her moon into Nephthys. It wouldn’t heal any wounds, but would grant the dark-haired young woman some extra energy and ease some of her pain. “...I think our battle is done here, Nephthys. Let’s get to a hospital and have these wounds treated.” We can’t protect the city if we’re too injured to move.

Covered in bruises and cuts and scrapes from being blasted around by the Greater Youma, Kallichore herself wasn’t anywhere near one-hundred-percent. However, as the more tenured of the two, she took it upon herself to shoulder some of Nephthys’ body weight and start walking in the direction of the more densely-populated city streets. Surely someone there could point them in the direction of the hospital. Ah, they should power down as well, once prying eyes were otherwise occupied.

Kallichore powered down as soon as the coast was clear, doing her best to help the two of them walk the distance they needed to in order to find help. How would they explain this to Genevieve's parents? Why would the girls be near the power plant so late at night? Well... these injuries didn't have to have anything to do with the power plant... perhaps they were out and about and were assaulted... With a sigh, Christa decided they would cross that bridge when they came to it.

"We did very well, all things considered." said she, exhausted, but thankful they both made it out alive. "The youma is gone, which I think was the greatest threat. Even more so than the General. Greater Youma like that are incredibly rare, but also incredibly threatening. Leaving one alive, you risk entire districts of the city... I've only ever seen one other..." Which is what gave birth to the monstrosity, Tanzanite... But that was well into the past.

Genevieve's question about Themisto made her stomach churn just slightly. Exhausted as she was, fumbling down the street and just keeping upright was difficult. She did recall yelling to that boy to take Themisto to a hospital. "...I think so. The with me, that was Themisto. He's my younger brother. He recognized the senshi from the distress signal and ran off before I could talk some sense into him... He's a good kid, despite his obvious lack of common sense..."

With a chuckle, the girls stumbled into a well-populated area, where a taxi driver offered them either a phone, or a ride to the hospital. Not wanting to risk any extra medical expenses, Christa opted for the ride since both of them were still conscious, and they wouldn't have to wait for the ambulance and police to arrive. "...is that alright with you, Genevieve?"

Senshi business would have to wait while the two women were in the taxi. Christa briefly explained their reasoning - ambulances were extremely expensive and a taxi would be paid immediately. It was more discrete, quieter. Besides, there were others in the area more injured than the girls were, and those people needed the ambulance more than they did. The taxi driver seemed to accept this story at least superficially, and sped off to the nearest hospital at their request.

The driver, a gruff, older-looking man of African descent, had immediately asked why the girls were in this part of town, and what had happened. Christa had already formulated a cover story for the two of them - Christa was researching terrorist activity for an article she intended to write for the Destiny City University paper and had heard commotion in the area. Genevieve was a good friend who was assisting, and was worried about the “terrorist threat”. The gray-haired woman was used to being under pressure, and handling it was something she was adept at. Warmer, more compassionate topics went to Genevieve, whose friendly demeanor made things so much easier.

With that story in mind, the taxi driver pulled into the hospital parking lot and let the girls out, offering to have them lean against him for support. Christa declined. She was much more concerned with Genevieve and Zachary’s conditions. This being the closest hospital to the power plant, it was highly likely Zach would be here. “I’m sure there are others out there who might need your help, sir. Thank you.” Pushing the forty dollars Christa had into the man’s hands, she turned towards the hospital.

“...for what it’s worth, Genevieve, I’m proud of you. Facing threats like that is terrifying, but so much a part of what we do to keep people safe… You’re very brave, not running away when you had the chance to.”

The woman with charcoal hair gave a deep sigh before walking with Genevieve through the automated hospital doors. "...I hope he's here too, Genevieve. But... yes, blame it on the terrorism... It's probably for the best."

The senshi in the chef's outfit that took Themisto away, Christa had placed her hopes on his ability to keep her brother safe. Knowing he had to have powered down, she theorized she could give his name and her relation to him to a nurse to find out if he was even here. Before she could do so, however, the girls were approached by two concerned orderlies - a man and a woman. The girls weren't in the best of shape, quite obviously, and were pulled (figuratively) further into the hospital for assessment.

Lacerations, swelling, possible bruised ribs, bruising...

When asked what had caused these injuries, Christa refused to be separated from Genevieve. Not only to keep their story straight, but to give herself the peace of mind that the raven-haired girl was being cared for properly. Terrorism seemed to have answered most of the assessor's questions, with one man shaking his head and ranting about how the youth of the city were involved in something worse than drugs. Somehow, drugs were better than domestic terrorism and running around in short shirts, proclaiming to be fighting in the name of a planet. According to the assessor, not only were the youth of Destiny City involved in terrorism, but mental illness must have played a factor.

Christa shot Genevieve a quizzical look.

All in all, both women were told they should at least stay overnight for observation and should consider making police statements. Christa, however, was only concerned about whether Genevieve was alright, and whether her brother was in this hospital. It was confirmed that indeed, Zach was being kept for treatment, though that information was withheld until Christa could present her ID as proof of relation. With a relieved sigh, the girls were brought to a shared room to spend the night.

At least they were safe now. "Genevieve, are you alright? I know it will take some time to... unpack everything that happened. Themisto is alright, though. He's safe here."

Exhaustion was weighing down her eyelids. Christa realized she’d nearly fell asleep during Genevieve’s conversation and chuckled to keep herself awake. Being kept overnight for observation wouldn’t hurt them, but Christa couldn’t help the feeling that perhaps it was an overreaction on the doctor’s part. With such heavy exhaustion, she thought, perhaps it wasn’t such an overreaction after all.

Watching Genevieve typing away on her phone so quickly, Christa was impressed. “Are they alright? Your parents, I mean. Your thumbs are so nimble on that tiny device…” She was never the most technologically-savvy person, senshi or otherwise. She preferred phone calls over text, and handwritten letters over emails. Technology was much less personal, much colder than paper and ink.

“I’m… blessed to have met you, Genevieve.”

The admission came quietly from the older of the two, and while it hung in the air, Christa closed her eyes to analyse it. More than anything, Genevieve was accepting and patient, willing to learn as much as Christa was willing to teach. All in all, the raven-haired girl had taught the teacher so much that sometimes Christa thought perhaps she wasn’t needed after all. Genevieve had been much more active in the war than she had, and filled in all the historical gaps. Spending so much time on the moon imparted a kind of wisdom, but it meant nothing if it could not be disseminate among willing listeners.

She wondered then what station the Nephthys of the past had held, and what their civilization was like. It would be something to explore in the future.

“I think I’d like to visit my brother tomorrow morning. You’re welcome to join, Genevieve. You deserve to know who we were with during the battle, though I don’t know who the man in red was. I don’t think I’ve seen him before…” A friend of Themisto’s, perhaps?

"We'll have to go home soon, so as not to worry them. I know your parents are usually very busy, but... it's comforting to know they worry about you nonetheless." It humanized the rather wealthy couple, proving they cared more about their child than the acquisition of money. Keeping them from the hospital would be difficult, but if anyone achieve such a thing, Genevieve could. Christa trusted that Genevieve could buy them the time to devise a story to give to her parents.

The thought of visiting Nephthys made a smile creep across Christa's face. It was a testament to Genevieve's willingness to confront the things she feared most. Focusing on improvement rather than wallowing in their injuries was something the older senshi could really commend. "I'd like to see it. It sounds... interesting. It's always a pleasure to see how different each senshi world is. No two are alike. We'll rest and care for our injuries, then we can plan to take a visit."

Another yawn struck her and Christa shook her head. "...I'm not sure how much longer I can keep my eyes open... It might be time to sleep..." A third yawn and Christa settled into the bed, wrapping the thick blankets around her. She didn't realize how cold she had the luxury of multiple blankets.