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A broken hand hurt. Castor didn't suffer broken bones often, but he was sure that having your hand broken must be the worst thing to break ever. Especially if it was done under ice shards that dug into his skin and against a woman's fist that could be equated to punching cement. The end result of the battle at the ball had left the senshi broken and defeated, some mentally, others,physically. As blood ran down from a cut on his upper arm, Castor was lucky to be alive after his attempt on Queen Beryl's life. The gash in his side was still bleeding as well and would require some proper stitch work. The problem was that if he arrived at the hospital, they would question the nature of his injuries, and really, he couldn't just say he fell down the stairs.

Wincing as MuCephi shifted, he tried his best to smile and bear the pain. "Thanks." He was trying to not be a burden but when you could hardly walk due to exhaustion and pain, it kind of made things a tad difficult. "Sorry for making you go out this far, just, can't go to a hospital like this." The sight came into view. It was a pretty un noticable door, worn down, paint chipped, but a few key words and marks would signal what was on the other side. Nearby you could hear a gunshot go off.

Sometimes it was best not to pry. "Too many questions" Too many indeed. The kicking got movement in a nearby window followed by a crash, a curse and then the door opening just slightly. "Password?" Castor looked up and hissed. "I'm bleeding all over the place is this really the time?" The door shut and something unlocked before it swung open to a mud room, only, less muddy more like old beat up slightly dirty reception office. An older woman dressed in a modest top and sweatpants glared at the two. "Mind telling me who you two are and how you found this place?"

The woman seemed to have been used to on some level, rolling her eyes and giving a sort of dismissing hand wave. "Get him to the back room. I'll get the medikit." She looked at his hand. "Once more, coming here with things I can't fix. I swear boy if you hadn't-" Castor smiled best he could while trying not to wince. "Hey, we had a deal. Besides it's not as bad as somethings I could come in with." It sounded like he had come in with worse injuries at one point. Maybe he had. With a job like senshi-dom, it was hard to tell. All the same, the woman vanished into a side door. The sound of a few girl's whispering behind glossamer curtains. Broken phrases. Thumps and bangs from upstairs. Moans, groans, a distant scream. A sob from pain behind a thick wall. Castor was unfazed. He just pointed with his good hand. "Down the hall. Second door on left."

It looked like operation room. Only, this one was Jerry rigged with with various odds and ends. Patches of the wall where new wires had been added. Pumps and tubes. Yet, it was clean and white like any hospital room. Sanitary. With a bit of struggle, Castor got on the table. He cried out as the cut on his side shifted. Eyes screwed shut he fumbled with his good hand at the fuku. He was trying to rip it open to get to the wound at his side.
"Mu." He was slowly starting to feel the pain set in, to feel his body begin to fight what his demands "Go into the top drawer of the table on the far right. There should be a rubber mouth piece. Top cupboard, second to left, peroxide. Next cupboard to the right some cloth napkins." His body was shaking slightly. "Have to clean the cut."

"Thanks." The fabric tore with ease, proof perhaps that their senshi 'armor' was little more then a glorified magical costume. The wound wasn't as deep as it could have been, but it would need stitches. Like most wounds it would heal quick enough, and eventually leave behind no scar. But now, it was an open wound. "If..threads exist they should fade when I power down. Never was able to save part of my uniform." He groaned, handing her the peroxide. "Expect its to keep youma from tracking us." He shook his head. He'd been dripping blood. Hopefully it would fade or be gone with rain or something. Last thing he needed was some hungry youma following him here of all places.

"Pour it over the cut." He was going to hate it, but he needed to do it. The faster he could get stitches and his hand wrapped the faster he could get to a real hospital. Picking up the rubber mouth piece, he gave the best smile he had, as weak as it was. "I'm sorry to ask it of you, but it needs to be done." He put the mouth piece in and shifted ever so lightly. This was most definitely going to sting.

MuCephi was right, more then she probably would have like to have been. The hiss from her touch along paled to the muffled cry of pain Castor made as he bit down while the bubbling hiss of the disinfectant worked. His good hand held him upright and dug into the wall. The click of the door came as the hiss of the peroxice faded and Castor was left gasping in pain.
"Oh good, new we can get started." It was the woman from the hallway, now in scrubs. She moved to the cabnets, pulling down various items. "Well girlie, I suppose I owe you a thank for making sure our lovely friend Sir Fights A Lot didn't die on his way here. Sadly-" She made a face at his hand. "I can't fix that. You'll need to get him to a real facility. I can't stitch the the wound closed either, the doctors at the ER would ask too many questions." Castor glared at the woman through teary eyes. He was in pain, could she do something?

The woman just sighed. "For right now, I can wrap the wound and get you guys a lift to the hospital." Her faced showed a bit of worry. "I doubt he'll be able to walk, let alone all the way to the ER." The woman began her work, silent. With a bit of struggle, Castor spat out the bit. "Mu." He was doing his best to smile. "Will you?" He didn't want to force her to help him, but in the end, it was what he needed.

As the woman worked at dressing the cut for the short trip to the hospital, Castor tried his best not to cry out or whimper from pain. He had- he had worse right? Before? In part yes, but he'd pushed himself to the edge, his attack had drained him, and the power of queen Beryl...He wanted to think he could do it, but he was a fool. Holding MuCephi's hand in his good one, Castor hoped he didn't crush her hand by accident. "just remind me to stop going after top dog. I might live longer if I do." A small cry as the woman got to work putting his hand in a temporary splint.
"She needs to go down." He cried out, anger mixing into his face. "******** Beryl." Finished with his hand the woman muttered about a cab and left the room.

It seemed the hard part was over now.

He let go of her hand, mustering out an apology. A sadness combined with regret filled his guts, and the feeling was grossly unwelcome. He'd had been so close to Nealite, the host once upon a time, if he hadn't been so weak, if he hadn't thought that she could be saved or if he had just- Useless, in the end it was his past, and just like the rest of his past, it was littered with shortcomings. "Then tell me who to ask Mu. Tell me who to ask to die." His word were cold, even for him. "I just...I don't want to ask others what I can't do myself. I- Damnit Mu." He struggled to explain the jumbling emotions.

"We're so divided. So scattered. I keep thinking she's coming back. I mean you saw her right? That image? It...its wasn't the same but-" A small smile of hope. "It was close. So close. I just worry about us." He leaned back, the woman entered, said she'd get them when the van arrived. Castor winced out another smile. "Think I worry too much?"

Hope springs eternal for them. They were senshi, and from they, they brought the hopes and dreams of peace, love, justice, and all other sorts of good virtuous things. A melancholy smile formed unnoticed by the young man who wore it. "That is true I suppose. Still." The woman called through the door, the van was here and it wouldn't idle long. It was time to move. Slowly sliding off the table, and using his good hand for support, Castor made sure his legs wouldn't give out from under him just yet.
"Got to wonder though, to the why and the now. In the end it's the same." He tried to imitate his battle cry, "In the name or whatever, I will punish you...for something..." He shrugged in a way. "Let's go...I just want a nap. Yeah." He swayed a bit, closing his eyes. "A nap sounds awesome."