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 Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 12:43 pm
"Be careful," Camelot said on instinct, moving to help her. He supported her as she made to stand, almost picking her up. He had one arm around her back, his other hand resting on her side to keep most of her weight on him rather than her injured leg.
He smiled at her, his own cut not as deep as hers was.
"You should get to the hospital, to get that cleaned. It might need stitches," he said, helping her to sit on the rail of the stairs. It was made of concrete and flat, a rise off the floor that boxed in some decorative bushes. Most often used as a seat for people trying to finish their food before going into the library, or waiting for their friends to come out because they didn't want to look uncool and go in themselves.
He followed her line of sight to the books, frowning. His heart hurt a little. He moved to them and carefully picked them up, inspecting the damage. The water damage might be something he could repair, though unlikely. The blood would have to be thrown out. Or she could keep it.
"I think these have seen better days," he said, smiling. "Can I help you with anything? Get you to the hospital? Ah... carry your books?"
Camelot was not the kind of 'terrorist' that swooped in, saved the day, then knew well enough to swoop back out. Helping didn't stop at saving lives. He would feel rude if he didn't offer any assistance he could. Maybe that was the librarian, the customer service, side of him talking.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:42 pm
Griffin gave a pathetic smile to the page. She would have been embarrassed if she hadn't known that being attacked and cut by a youma wasn't really something to be embarrassed about. Although, forgetting her henshin pen was pretty shameful. She plopped rather ungracefully on the stair rail and sighed.
But then he made a suggestion... The hospital?! Ohhh nooooo. Griffin hated the hospital. She'd have to be dragged there. She laughed nervously and said, "Oh, ahaha, I've had worse, I go camping a lot. It's just a flesh wound, really." ...A deep flesh wound.
She watched him pick up the books and she grimaced. What would she tell the librarian? Her teacher? Hopefully she wouldn't have to go to another library. Maybe she could write the nice man who worked at this one a sincere letter of apology and just say she lost them. Include some money for replacements. She hung her head like a guilty little kid.
As for the next step, she wasn't sure. Definitely not the hospital. Please not the hospitalanythingbutthehospital. Griffin looked at her savior sheepishly. She'd ask him to call her a cab but she didn't think realistically that any taxi driver would stop for someone so strangely dressed. She understood the purpose of his outfit, but they wouldn't. Plus they wouldn't want some teenage girl and her blood in their backseat. She imagined that's how an episode of Law and Order has started before. It looked like she'd have to hoof it.
Painstakingly, she got to both of her feet and wobbled a bit. "I think I'm just going to go back to my dorm. It's not too far, I should be able to make it." She wouldn't ask him to escort her, but if he offered, she probably wouldn't say no. Passing out from blood loss alone on the side of the road? Now that would be embarrassing.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 11:29 am
Camelot looked at her skeptically. It was the kind of face that was difficult to ignore, the kind that packed a punch silently. He knew that the wound was deeper than a flesh wound, and she needed to go to the hospital. He also knew denying a trip would do her more harm than good. His expression said all these things, and that he knew she was aware of it all. He was trying to make her feel bad about even thinking about not going to get her leg checked out, just by a look.
Or at least, in that moment just by a look. He opted to drive his point home with certainty when he opened his mouth to further explain.
"Unless you go camping in a bush of knives, I think you should still get it looked at. It's deep and it could get infected, which will not be fun for you."
When she got up he moved to support her, shaking his head immediately.
"You can't walk on it! How about you go into the library, clean it up in the bathroom? Get someone to help you in there? I'm sure the librarian will have some medical supplies." Very sure, in fact, considering. He was trying to help her, and would do so as Camelot or Tony if he had to. He didn't like the idea of her leaving a bleeding wound unattended and trying to, of all things, walk home. If he could convince her to go inside and to the bathroom, he could then hide, power down and scoot behind the desk before she came.
Cue acting surprised, then helping her wrap the wound and getting her home. Maybe more plugging the hospital.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 12:15 pm
Griffin eyed her leg and whimpered. He was right. Except for the part about her camping in bushes of knives. The girl nodded to what he had said about going inside the library. "I-I'll do that..." It was a pretty good idea.
She wiped the blood that was running down her leg off with her hand and then, for lack of a better towel, on her already ruined dress. At least she wouldn't be dripping blood in the library. She'd already done enough harm to the establishment by ruining a couple of its books. With the page's help, she staggered to the door of the library, but before she entered, she looked back. "Thank you, so much. And I'm so sorry!" She could have gushed for hours about how irresponsible it was of her and how guilty she felt for him having endangered his life for her. She didn't know what else to say, so she humbly ducked into the library and skirted her way past the front desk towards the girl's bathroom.
Once inside, she locked the door behind her, and ran the hot water and began blotting her wound, thinking and wondering all the while what she'd first say to the librarian, and then to the people at the hospital. Oh, and her parents when they got the bill. Aughhh. She looked down at her leg and while it was still bleeding, and deeper than she realized, she figured she did a good enough job to ask the librarian who had helped her earlier for even more assistance. The only other way he could be more helpful today would be to write her paper for her.
Griffin poked her head out of the bathroom, and went looking for the man again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 3:38 pm
Camelot watched her, wanting to help her into the library but that, of course, would defeat half the purpose. He would take care of her leg once she was inside and he could power down, rush back inside, and look like he had totally been there the whole time.
"You're very welcome, and don't worry about anything. You have nothing to be sorry about."
He waited a reasonable amount of time once she was inside before he powered down. He winced as he took a step toward the doors from his hiding place, looking down at his leg. Under his dark pants he had been scratched, and he was sure it would bleed but it wouldn't be visible from the pants. He hoped, at least. He moved inside, going behind the desk and picking up some books to pretend to check in and look up.
He looked up from the fake work when he saw Griffin coming toward the desk with a limp. Concern etched itself on his face, though he tried his best to make it look natural. It wasn't too tough: he was worried about her. He just already knew what was wrong.
"What's wrong?" He asked anyway. "You're limping. Are you alright?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 6:21 pm
Griffin would have laughed uncomfortably, but her leg just hurt too much.
"I, uh... I had an accident."
She had to move and twist her leg to keep any blood from dripping on the floor. She hadn't been able to think up an excuse for what had happened so her options were to either be vague or to lie. 'Uhh. A big cat just came by and scratched me out of nowhere. I mean a dog. I mean a car.' Or maybe she fell into a knife bush.
She was completely oblivious to the fact that the knight and librarian were one and the same and that he knew exactly what her "accident" had been. But maybe it was better that way. That way she could feel indebted to one person and deeply thankful to another instead of overwhelming gratitude for just one.
She was too embarrassed to make eye contact, and instead she just asked, "Do you have a first aid kit or something I could use, please?" Griffin supported herself on the desk so she didn't have to put any weight on her bad leg. The other one had a few scratches, too, but those were more superficial than anything.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 11:41 am
Tony looked as surprised as he could be, which was still pretty convincing. He didn't have to fake the concern, so he moved to her immediately, all but picking her up as he helped her toward the break room. It was where there was a sink and a medical kit.
And a chair.
"Here, sit down, please," he said, nodding his head. He helped her to do so, glancing at her leg before going to get the medical kit. He was going to have to remember to keep restocking this thing: he used it pretty much every day. If he read up on the internet and watched a few how-to videos, he could pass as a field surgeon for all the senshi and friends he patched up.
And of course, himself. He was damage prone.
"This might sting," he said, taking some antiseptic and a cloth, "you should really go to the hospital, this looks deep." He frowned at it, trying to at least clean up the wound a bit for her. He did what he could, going slow and steady so he didn't cause her any more pain than he had to, considering he had no form of anesthetic to give her. He covered the wound in a batch of gauze and bound it as tightly as he dared, looking up at her once all was done.
"Are you okay? I think it needs stitches."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 8:20 pm
Griffin took a seat with the librarian's help and brushed her bangs off of her forehead, which had a fine coating of sweat. Gross. She saw him move in with the antiseptic and looked at the ceiling, gritting her teeth and clenching the arm of the chair. When it made contact with her cut she took in breath sharply but otherwise voiced no complaint. It had to be done, after all. When the librarian-turned-doctor was finished, she let out her breath, which she hadn't even known she was holding.
She looked down at her leg and stretched it out. The bandage would hold and she wasn't dripping blood all over the place anymore. She stood and was able to without putting weight on it. "Ah, th-thanks." She looked at the librarian and felt immense guilt about the books. She just wouldn't mention it.
"Really, thank you." Griffin felt like she could be sincere or thankful enough, but she hoped he got the picture. Picking up her bag, she straightened and with a pained smile, said, "I think I'll be hailing myself a taxi to go to the hospital now. Thanks."
She meekly left the library, feeling light headed. Maybe it was the stress of the fight catching up wit her, maybe the blood loss, or possibly a combination of them both. It was almost dark out, so Griffin was glad she'd be traveling by car. And that it'd be harder for anyone on the street to see how bloody her dress and shoes were. She stepped out into the street and hailed a taxi, which took her straight to the hospital, after a few strange looks from the cab driver.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:00 am
Tony watched as Griffin got up, making sure she didn't wobble or fall over and undo all his hard work. He felt bad for her, but at least he knew exactly what she had been through. His own leg was burning from where it had been clawed, though it was a far more shallow wound to the one she had sustained.
He felt guilty about that. It seemed they both had something to feel guilty about, in that respect. Her getting injured for him, the books getting killed for her.
"You're very welcome. Be careful, though. I could give you a ride if you'd like..." of course, he was still on duty at the front desk, and she had her own plan. He nodded his head, letting her go to get a taxi and fretting about her. Maybe he would be able to see her again, and check how she was doing. Particularly if she came in with those poor books.
Always the innocent victim in these things, even more so than the civilians. Poor books.
He let watched her leave then sighed, moving back into the room to tend to his own injury before getting back to work.
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