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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:45 pm
The azure wave had long disappeared under his feet. Sailor Merope had stumbled when it finally vanished, nearly tripping and falling flat onto the pavement with the remaining momentum his wave had given him. He still wasn't used to it; the wave was still a mystery to the sailor scout, something that he had spent the past several months learning how to control.
Now? He relied on his own two feet to get him home, forcing one senshi-boot in front of the other until he arrived. His green eyes stared at the door, uncomprehending. What was he supposed to do again? Oh, right. He felt a bit warmer as his civilian clothes settled back onto him before the pain kicked in.
Air hissed quickly from between his clenched teeth as Carter Martin fumbled, digging into his pockets for his copy of the apartment key. It took him several tries to fit the key in, stumbling as the door gave way from under him. Maybe he shouldn't have leaned on the door when he was trying to get in...?
"Damian? Damian, are you here?" He called out, barely managing to close the door behind him. He leaned against the door, waiting to catch his breath before stripping off his coat and shirt, grimacing as the fabric swept across the assortment of scratches and peck-wounds the corrupted-senshi-youma-phoenix had left behind. "Damian?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:07 am
Damian had stayed home. He, like every other senshi in the city, had felt the wave of dark energy. It was a call to arms, a call to fight. It was a call to everyone but Damian. The nineteen year old felt the it, and while he would usually be out there in a second beating on things tonight he wasn't feeling it. He didn't feel like going out and accumulating a bunch of new injuries.
He was asleep when his roommate got home, but woke up the second time his name was called. He rubbed his eyes, the blanket falling off his chest as he sat up. "Carter?"
Sliding out of bed in his boxers he made his way across the bedroom. "What's up, man?" He yawned, stretching his arms as he walked into the living room. One of his arms folded to reach behind him and scratch the back of his head. His other hand was midway to scratching his chest when he froze, catching sight of his bloody roommate.
"What the hell happened?!" A feeling of....something caught in his throat. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, concern? Panic? For the moment he ignored his feelings and crossed the room quickly to Carter's side, moving behind him to see the worst of it.
Getting a good look at the wounds there Damian felt a sudden wave of guilt wash over him. What if he had answered the call? Maybe if he would've joined his teammate in the fight (he was unaware that it had escalated to a full blown war) then he could've saved him from getting hurt, or at least as badly. The guilt gnawed at him, but he pushed it away. There wasn't anything he could do to change that now, and it wasn't a time for guilt.
"s**t, Carter, your back looks like a scratching post."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:18 am
Where was he? He was here, right?! He prayed Damian wasn't out on a date or out dancing or... or just being out. His roommate had to be there. He had to be. He was pinning his hopes onto him, praying that his room-and-teammate was there. If he wasn't, what could he do? It was late at night. He wasn't sure if Alba or Simon would appreciate him calling either of them for help. Could he call 911? Maybe.
He didn't need to think about any of that. Relief washed through him as Damian woke up, disbelief in his voice. "Hey man, you missed the party," Carter said weakly, running a hand through his hair as he tried to shuffle his way towards the dining room table. "Senshi and Negaversers alike were there. I think I saw Req, too."
Carter reeked of blood, his face and skin smeared with ashes and his hair reeking of smoke. "You wouldn't ******** believe this. One of the Negaverse's higher ups now has wings. You know, the one with the creepy monster-arm? Her." Carter licked his lips nervously, grimacing and nearly spitting the taste out in disgust. Nearly, however -- he was inside, and he did have manners. Sometimes.
"I don't know exactly what happened," he continued, making his way to a chair. He spun the dining room chair around so that he could sit in it backwards, his arms wrapping around the back of it. "But... I need a favor from you. I don't give a crap about how gay this looks, I need you to either patch me up or give me a lift to the hospital, okay?" Carter groaned, rubbing his forehead with a hand. "One of their corrupted senshi turned into a youma and decided to maul my back. I lost my skateboard to the youma, too -- managed to hit it midair before it decided to eat it." He was going to miss that board.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:43 am
Missed the party. Ha ha, Carter was oh so funny with his jokes while he was bleeding to death. Damian frowned watching Carter move to the table, should he help him? He wasn't sure if the other teen would appreciate that. He was distracted from his indecision by the mention of Requiem. His girlfriend had been out there? For a moment he was worried about her, but she wasn't his focus right now. He'd have to check on her later.
He followed his roommate to the table, arching a brow. "Wings? You're kidding." He really hoped Carter was kidding, he didn't want to think about going after a Nega with wings. He didn't even notice the bluenette's near spit in the house, busy mulling over the idea of a winged officer.
Before he could stop himself his arm reached out, wanting to help him onto the chair, but then he pulled it back. Carter wasn't so badly injured that he couldn't sit on his own.
A favour? Damian nodded before he even heard what it was. Carter was his best friend, he was closer to him than anyone, even his own family. He'd do anything for the other teen. And then he heard exactly what the favour was. Yeah, that might look a little gay, but as long as Carter kept his pants on he was willing.
"Yeah, of course I'll bandage you up. Just don't ask me to wear a nurse's uniform, okay?" He laughed a little then gripped the bluenette's bicep where he wasn't all cut up. "I'll be back in a second, gotta get some bandages and stuff." He gave the smaller teen another squeeze and then walked back into the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
It took him a minute to find it and then he was heading back out to Carter. "This'll probably sting a bit, buddy." He pulled a chair in behind his roommate, sitting behind him. Leaning forwards he examined the wounds trying to figure out where to start, distracted by being this close to his captain. It was slightly awkward. The awkwardness held him for a moment before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing.
Balancing the kit on his knee he opened it up, pulling out the antiseptic first. For all the cuts Carter had he was going to have to use the whole carton of wipes. Ripping one of the individually wrapped wipes open he pulled it out. "Sorry, if this hurts."
He was already leaning forwards awkwardly and for a moment he just paused, unsure of how to proceed. After a moment of hesitation he reached out his left hand resting on the naked skin of Carter's waist to stabilize himself. The touch was innocent, but it made Damian feel...uneasy? No, not uneasy. He wasn't sure what it made him feel, but awkward was one way to describe it. Carter was also surprisingly warm, which was sending a wave of warmth up Damian's arm. The warmth wasn't helping the situation at all and the redhead did his best to ignore it, leaning forward to gently dab at the cuts, wiping away as much blood as he could before repeating his actions with another wipe.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 1:00 am
"Wish I was," Carter replied. "Giant purple wings to match that purple arm of her's. Her power... It was intense. Strong. Castor has wings too, but her wings..." Carter shook his head. "The Pleiades need to stay clear of her, and that's an order. She took out two Eternal-level senshi. I'm not going to have any Pleiad run against her, not until we're stronger." If they could. That worry gnawed at him. Carter was already the weakest member of the team, barely on par with his Super-leveled teammates thanks to his crystal. Would they really be able to face the Negaverse's newest General-Queen?
The bluenette closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, jumping as Damian grabbed his bicep. "What," he replied slowly, "You have a nurse's uniform? How kinky. You should put it on for me some time later then."
He looked down at himself, noticing the spreading dark stain on one of his pants. Was that why he couldn't feel his leg? Experimentally Carter reached down to touch it, only to wince and snatch his hand back. <********> That wasn't a smart idea.
When Damian returned, Carter glanced over his shoulder and nodded. "Do what needs to be done," he said. He already knew this was going to suck. His hands wrapped around the back of the chair and clung to it, waiting. He wasn't sure what Damian was going to do. Pour a bottle of hydrogen peroxide over his back? Slap on some bandages and call him good?
He could feel the soft puff of air on his back. Then his touch. What the hell was Damian doing? His hand felt warm, almost comforting given how shaken up he was by the night's events. He was about to make a comment when Damian dabbed him with the antiseptic sheet. Carter arched his back and hissed, tightening his grip on the chair. He lowered his forehead against the back of the chair, waiting. <******** that stung. Goddamn corrupted senshi, ugh. Be thankful you weren't there, Damian. That... That place was hell."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 1:20 am
The description of the winged Negaverser left Damian worried. He didn't think any of the Pleiades could take her on, even if they all combined their powers and summoned Captain Planet. He made a mental note to run if he ever saw this winged Nega. He didn't want to die at nineteen.
At the mention of him wearing a uniform he laughed shaking his head. "That only comes out for the ladies, sorry man. I don't think you'd appreciate the view quite as much." He waggled his eyebrows at him as he moved into the back of the apartment.
When he was back and starting to patch Carter up he winced as the antiseptic stung him. "Sorry," He knew he already apologized once, but he still felt bad. A frown tugged at the corner of his mouth as his roommate mentioned not being there. "I dunno, man, I could've helped you out if I was there. Maybe the youma bird thing wouldn't have gotten you then."
There was a pause with the wipes as the guilt ate at him again. He really should have been there to help. Doing his best to push it aside he grabbed another wipe, dabbing at his cuts again.
Leaning in closer, his grip shifted slightly on Carter's hips and he examined the bigger wounds in his best friend's back. Would they need stitches? He wasn't sure if he could do that. What if he did it wrong? Hopefully they'd be okay with just some bandages.
Realizing just how close he was leaning in to look at his back Damian leaned back, tending to his cuts again. Where was all this sudden awkwardness coming from? His mind flashed back to the vision he had seen Orion, and he shook his head slightly. That had nothing to do with anything.
Clearing his throat he started to dab at the other side of his back. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 1:35 am
Carter shook his head. "You... You're serious. I... You know. That doesn't surprise me." He snorted a bark of laughter at Damian as the other made the suggestive motion, turning his attention once more to the chair's back. He made a promise to himself to never go through Damian's things. That "nurse" outfit... Yeah. No. No more thinking about that, Carter.
As Damian continued to apply antiseptic to his back, Carter shook his head again. "Don't. I could've had it worse. The youma was... relatively light in comparison." He didn't want to think too much about how that black-bodiced senshi was stabbed with her own weapon, or how the other was picked up and thrown as if she weighed nothing.
Besides. Damian didn't need to know that Carter thought the phoenix-youma was beautiful. He didn't need to know that for his duration on the battlefield, Carter felt invincible, that he didn't need his teammates. Damian didn't need to know that for just a brief span of time, Carter believed the only solution to everything was to destroy it. Death was the only solution to this war.
"Shh-" Carter bit the word off as Damian dabbed at another of his cuts. His question gave the bluenette pause. "Yeah," he finally answered, "My upper leg was stabbed." He removed his hand, pointing at the dark splotch that was slowly growing on his jeans. "Right here. I... wait." He stared at it. "I tied it up earlier. Why is it bleeding? I... right. Right. My sash isn't here anymore." He trailed off, scratching the back of his head.
"Damian, I... I think I might have to visit a doctor or something. I dunno what to do about stab wounds. I just feel... kind of warm, you know? It'd be nice if I didn't hurt so much."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:10 am
He arched a brow, but didn't say anything as he swabbed his roommates back. He was pretty sure that he would have been able to help if he had been there. Nothing like a few good meteors to dust a youma.
If the redhead had known exactly what he had missed out there while he was sleeping he would've been bummed. A giant phoenix youma? Being completely mind ********? Totally things he didn't want to miss out on. Well, maybe more the giant phoenix, than being mind ********. He could do without that.
Finishing the top half of Carter's back left him with a pile of bloody swabs on the chair between his spread legs. Hopefully he had enough swabs for the lower half. "You were stabbed? ******** man." He leaned over, looking at the growing splotch of blood on his jeans. Oh s**t, he was still bleeding, and it was worse than the cuts on his back.
Hearing his name he pulled his gaze away from his leg and looked up at him. A doctor... "Yeah, yeah, man, a doctor might be a good idea." He licked his lips nervously, could he fix a stab wound? He didn't think so. What if he did it wrong? He could end up killing his best friend. And then he mentioned feeling warm. "Warm like you have a fever?" Scooting forwards his hand lifted off Carter's hip to reach around and lie on his forehead. His palm was too warm though and so he flipped it, trying to gauge his temperature with the back of his hand.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:14 am
Aside from the sharp sting of his roommate rubbing the antiseptic on his back, Carter was actually feeling... He blinked. Was the table tilted? He rested his chin on the back of the chair, quietly watching as the room seemed to rock back and forth. It was... actually a bit soothing.
The pressure on his lip lessened, appearing again on his forehead. "Uhh," Carter began, staring cross-eyed and up at Damian's hand. "What are you doing, man? When'd you get two hands? No -- wait, it's back to one. Wait! Now it's two again."
Carter sighed, leaning into Damian's hand. "Y'know," he began, "While I'm still conscious, if I bleed over your car or on the ambulance I'm sorry. In advance." Carter looked down and focused on himself, staring at the dark splotch on his jeans. "Funny, it just feels... warm. And kind of painful, but also kind of numb at the same time."
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 9:52 pm
"I'm trying to figure out if your brain's getting fried, man" He was starting to get worried, especially when the bluenette was talking about the number of his hands changing. His worries didn't lessen any when he realized his roommate's forehead was hot. "Yeah, Carter, we're definitely going to the hospital." The antiseptic and his back was forgotten for the moment, they had bigger problems and the cuts could be taken care of when they got to the emergency room.
He was about to pull away when he felt Carter leaning against his hand. Pausing he was silent as he spoke, not even giving him a hard time about bleeding on his seats like he usually would have. He was too worried to be making jokes, his best friend was possibly bleeding to death. "Don't worry about it, man."
Finally he pulled away his hand, standing up. Pausing he looked down at Carter. "Do you think you can walk?" He didn't know how bad his leg was, and while he could just call 911 and get an ambulance there he didn't know how long that was going to take. What if Carter bled to death in the mean time? He didn't want to think about that, so he'd just take him in his Jeep, bloody seats be damned.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 12:37 am
"Fried? Like fried eggs or french fries? Food would be nice especially if I have to stay in the hospital. Isn't hospital food supposed to be disgusting?" Carter was rambling, and a distant part of his brain was telling him of this. He didn't bother paying attention to it. It was like hearing someone whisper in a crowded mall -- you could hear the hiss of air, but you couldn't make out the words. Was that even possible? Maybe it was more like shouting, where you could hear the shout but not the words.
He managed a nod as Damian shrugged it off, closing his eyes. The room was starting to jump around, and he was oddly feeling disconnected. His leg was numb. Was this what pirates went through? Before they got a pegleg? He knew his senshi uniform manifested itself akin to what a pirate wore. That didn't mean he wanted a pegleg. Or an eyepatch. Eyepatches looked downright silly, come to think about it. If you lost an eye, would that area still itch? The thought of having to scratch under one made the bluenette shudder before he opened his eyes again.
Damian's question lead the bluenette to slowly push himself up, clinging first to the chair before stumbling and throwing himself onto the table. The chair had tipped dangerously; would he be able to get up again if he fell?
"Mugged." Carter said. "I was mugged. Group of them. Too dark to see what it was. See?" His hand felt like it was a mile away as he moved it into one of his pockets, pulling the wallet out and dropping it onto the floor. It would have had a greater effect if it didn't dangle at the end of his wallet chain. "There. Wallet missing. I was mugged."
The bluenette took a step, using the table to support his weight as he quickly stepped forward with his uninjured leg. He looked down, perplexed at his wallet. "No," he told it, "Shoo. You were stolen."
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 1:41 am
"I'll get you food later, buddy. Right now we need to get you to a hospital." He kept his voice as calm as he could, it wouldn't do to send Carter into a panic. Damian wasn't good under pressure, in crisis situations he tended to freak out, and his best friend slowly bleeding out of his leg was definitely a crisis situation.
He watched as Carter tried to stand, wincing as he hit the table. "Okay, so walking is a no," He was about to tell his roommate to sit back down, but then he was making up cover stories and Damian sighed. Cover stories didn't matter right now, all that mattered was that he got Carter to a hospital. The thought of his best friend dying sent his stomach curling into knots and he had to make himself stop thinking about it before he got sick.
A distraction came in the form of the bluenette talking to his wallet. The nineteen year old couldn't help but be slightly amused, even though it didn't show on his face. "Here," Stepping forwards he grabbed the top of Carter's pants with one hand, and wrapped the wallet chain around his other one. Without warning he pulled as hard as he could, the belt loop the wallet was attached to breaking off his pants. "There, now you look like you were mugged."
Realizing that his hand was in a very awkward position half in Carter's pants he moved both hands to his waist guiding him back to the chair. "Just sit right there for a second, okay? I need to get my car keys." He stared at the bluenette for a moment before he pulled him into an awkward sitting hug. "It's gonna be okay, man, it's gonna be okay." The words were more to comfort himself than Carter, but they didn't do much good. The redhead was still worried his best friend was going to bleed out.
Letting go of him, Damian went back into the bedroom picking his keys and his phone off the desk. When he went to put them in his pockets he realized he was still only wearing boxers and swearing he found a clean pair of jeans tugging them on. He didn't bother with a shirt, there wasn't time for that. Stuffing the phone in his pocket along with the keys he went back to Carter's side.
"Alright, time to go to the ER." One of his arms went under his roommate's knees, the other behind his back. Trying not to jostle his cuts too badly, Damian picked the other teen up, glad that he was smaller than him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 2:02 am
Had Carter been less delirious, he would have been panicking right alongside Damian. It was the first time he had been so heavily injured as a senshi -- he had been incredibly lucky the last year since he first became Sailor Merope. The worst injury he had ever suffered (aside from a wounded ego) was a major bruise, but even that didn't last long. In his entire life his worst injury that he could think of was when he broke a leg as a child, but even that he didn't remember clearly.
Rather than visit someone, this would be his first real trip to the hospital, injured. In his mind, senshi were superheros. When was the last time he saw a saturday morning superhero go into the hospital? Heros tumbled through explosions and gunfire like nothing. Only when the Plot Said So did they have to go, and even then they were usually unconscious.
Was he supposed to fall unconscious?
"Bwuh?" Carter blinked, uncomprehending as Damian came forward and grabbed his pants. He grabbed his pants. Hand on pants. Before Carter could protest, Damian was pulling. And then there was a rip and his pants were ruined. Ruined.
Then again, his pants were sporting a rather fetching blood stain. He could afford to lose this pair. "Great," Carter said weakly with a grin, "Thanks for muggin me man. Here, take my cellphone."
He felt himself lowered back into the chair. His hand floated around, flopping against the chair and his side as he tried to find his other pocket. This action ceased when Damian pulled him close, reassuring him. "I-"
And then Damian was gone. Carter stared at the empty space, his hand still working at his pocket. When he made it in, Carter was held by a fit of panic. Where was his phone? Was he really mugged? Was that what had happ-
His green eyes were drawn to a blue phone on the table. That was right -- he didn't have a cellphone. His senshi-phone was there when he needed it. He didn't lose it. Carter managed to set his henshin pen down next to it before Damian returned. "ER? 'kay," Carter said weakly, making to stand again.
Damian beat him to it. Air hissed between his teeth as Damian picked him up, the bluenette squeezing his eyes shut as the floor lurched away and out from under him. It felt as if he was five miles high in the air; Damian was so tall.
"Tally ho, my good steed," Carter joked, vaguely gesturing in the direction of the door. Or rather the direction he hoped was the door.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 10:32 pm
The real danger of being senshi was starting to sink in to Damian. Carter's injuries were severe, worse than anything he'd had, or seen anyone get. Even though he wasn't the one that got stabbed this was still a lesson to him that he needed to be more careful from now on.
"Yeah, no problem, man. Gotta sell the story right?" Nervous laughter followed the strained joke. He definitely wasn't good under pressure.
The redhead winced as he picked Carter up, worried that he was hurting him. It was better than letting him try and walk though, his roommate had a hard enough time with that earlier.
The joke made him roll his eyes, "Neigh," He headed out the door, barely remembering to close it behind them in the rush to get to the car. Standing at the passenger's door he realized he couldn't get the keys in their current position. Carefully he set the bluenette down, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him standing. "Just hold on, man. We're almost there." He went to reach for his keys, eyes glancing over his own bloody chest and down to Carter's leg that was still bleeding. Should he make a tourniquet? He didn't think they had the time.
With the Jeep unlocked Damian helped his roommate inside, shutting the door behind him. Running around the car he jumped into it, starting it up. Pulling out of the space he gunned it, tires squealing as he exited the parking lot.
The entire drive was taken twenty miles per hour over the speed limit, and every time they hit a red light it took all of his will power not to run it. It was then he would look over at Carter and nervously rake his fingers through his hair, or rub at the stubble growing in on his cheeks. Carter wasn't going to die, Damian just kept repeating that to himself over and over again.
It took him ten minutes to get the hospital, ten minutes to long in his opinion. Making a sharp turn into a parking spot he turned the car off, looking at his best friend. "We're at the hospital man, just hold on a little longer." How much blood had he lost? Too much.
Getting out of the car Damian ran around to the passenger's side opening Carter's door before he pulled him out. Like at the house he carried him, one arm under his knees the other behind his back. He ran towards the sliding doors of the hospital, the light from the inside of the hospital shining like a beacon of safety.
Rushing through them he stood in the middle of the ER and started yelling. "I need some help here!" They made an odd sight, the two of them. Both shirtless, only Carter was slowly bleeding to death. It was the sight of all the blood that had the ER nurses scrambling to get a gurney. When it first rolled up Damian paused, he knew he needed to put his best friend on that gurney, he needed to let the doctors help him. But what happened if he put him down and they rolled him away, and he never saw him again?
It was the warm trickle of blood down his arm that moved him into action. The bluenette was definitely going to die if Damian kept holding on to him. As carefully as he could he laid out Carter on the gurney, but he didn't completely let go. He had one of the younger teen's hands squeezed in his. Leaning over him, he stared down into his face. "Try not to lose your leg or something, okay man? I can't have a one-legged best friend." He smiled weakly, the adrenaline starting to leave his body.
Carter's hand slid out of his as they rolled him away, and after the doors closed behind his gurney Damian collapsed on the nearest piece of furniture. He was bloody and exhausted, and worried that his best friend was either going to come out dead or with a peg-leg. His head fell into his hands and he sighed. All he could do now was wait.
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