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The trail of blood was not abnormal in the city, it lead to many things at many times and in many places. Injured Captains and Lieutenants, occasionally an injured general, some had led to him in their time staining the floors of crystal caverns rather than sidewalks.
He suspected others must lead to Senshi and their ilk, lord knew there were enough fights to make such things happen. Now days you could add more civilians to the trails of blood than you had in the past, not just yoma but those strange creatures that reflected the fields that both sides had won in the dream fields of Elysium.
He did not expect one to lead to Beth though...

Civilian or not he could never place her in 'the battle', somehow she had always been distant from it in his mind. A small patch of 'something else' one of those untouchable things in his mind. Things that should never fall to harm because that shook the very foundations of the world, the very foundations of his 'faith' you might call it.

He was slack jaw for a moment to see her there, he could never know it was a grotesque turn about from not so many years before when -he- had been the one unconscious on the pavement, bleeding and broken. He could still not bring up the memory of that day, or so many that followed.

"Beth..." the word was dry as it fell from his mouth, it seemd to clatter onto the cold pavement stained red with horror and the blood that spilled from her wounds, somehow darker than they ever showed in the movies, but oh so much more real in texture and the thick copper smell that hung in the air like a curtain.

He moved forward like a machine, sweeping off his coat and wadding it up to place carefully beneath her head before his hands searched his pockets for the cell phone he now carried with him always. He dialed the number without even realizing he was doing so.

"Hello...yes, I need to report an emergency... I'm at..." the words came without thought, how proud they might have been if he had been in a fight. How well he might have done in a battle but this he could not win, this was not his fight, he was a spectator at the corner of her life as it dripped out onto the cold pavement and ran down the filthy gutter, the ultimate disrespect to a pillar of his world.

The phone was set asside, speaker on when they told him to stay on the line, it was cold... he removed his sweat shirt and covered her with it carefully before repeating her name as though that would make all well again.
"Beth... can you hear me?"

"Beth...stay with me ok? The ambulance is coming, do you remember what happened... can you remember who... what did this?"
There was such a temptation to power up, but it could be a trap. Somehow they might of found her, they might be using her to get to him, waiting... Ares...
He pushed the paranoid chatter aside and tried to keep with her, keep her at least paying attention because every thing he had ever watched implied that was what needed to happen. "Beth...it's Zac... can you still hear me? The ambulance is on it's way...can you hear it? Can you hear the ambulance?"
It was like talking to a child...but if he spoke to a child it would most likely have held contempt in his voice for their lack of worldly wisdom, for their wide eyed enthusiasm and surety that a day where they did not receive candy was surely the worst day of their life.
"Beth... It's going to be alright.. ok?"

"Beth....BETH!!" alarm rose as she fell unconscious, her words as garbled as someone just learning to speak, concussions? Purple? what the hell was purple?!! Purple fuku? Purple Monster? What the hell did it mean... his teeth gritted and his hands shook, he nearly lashed out at the paramedic who touched his shoulder, it was fortunate they took the action as surprise, anxiety... rather than the blind hostility that it was.

Time passed and found him with his feet pressed to the front edge of an thin and uncomfortable vinyl covered couch, it's thin padding was not meant for the hours on hours of sitting that it had no doubt received time and time again as anxious patrons waited to hear about friends...family, loved and hated, young and old.
He'd started to call his mother, and then simply hung up...she'd made her feelings about Lyra perfectly clear, and he had no desire to attempt to contact the man that they now both knew they could call Father.
He didn't know anyone he could call for her, he didn't know any of it and he wondered if it should bother him...
He picked up her cell phone... someone had handed it to him, he could not remember when, or what they had said about it. Probably they had wanted him to do just this.... or rather, they expected him to call.
He slid the face of the phone open and hesitantly typed in a text... selected the 5 most often contacted people...and hit send.

"Beth!" He said eyes widening. "God...I thought it...you.." he didn't finish that he was afraid she might have been as bad as he had, at least the damage to her head had not been as severe...bad enough for sure...and her ARM.
"You're in the hospital....something attacked you." He said "Do you remember anything? Anyone?...You...said something about -purple- before." he said carefully. "I...I found you I mean, you said it when I asked what happened..."

Fallon had received a text message from Beth's phone one short hour ago. She had been in class at the time and did not have the chance to read it until much later. The time lapse bothered Fallon. Beth was not just a friend. She was a Blood Moon senshi. If she was in the hospital, then Fallon feared it could only be because she had lost a battle.

Heeled shoes scurried through the hospital. Her cheeks were flushed by the time she barged into Beth's room, a purple vase of bright sunflowers tucked under her arm. She halted immediately. There was someone inside. "Oh, sorry," she said suddenly, backing into the hallway. "I didn't realize..."

Magenta eyes found Beth's. Something about purple? "I'm glad to see you're okay, Beth," she said. "I can wait in the hallway, sorry to intrude." Fallon began to leave.

She wasnt expecting others so soon, not noticing really when Zac had used her own phone and texted out. When fallon approached in the door, the deer in headlights look was passed on to her. Eyebrows drew together... and then she looked confused. "Fallon?" Then she saw the purple... and let out a muffled squeek just from seeing the color of the vase. It was rather pathetic really, to be so afraid of a color.

"nono! No one...has to go... Fallon, Zac. Zac, Fallon." She really was not in the mood to be alone.. what if IT showed up again?

She still eyed the vase warily. The flowers were pretty.... "Thank you." She managed to say for a moment, before wincing again at the movement of her arm.