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Thraen’s luck held; Colin was out in uniform, patrolling and able to catch a call, but he wasn’t alone.

Aegir and Thyrmr had been running around on patrol for a bit by that point and had even managed to dust a rather stupid-but-persistent youma together and were actually just doing some roof hopping when his phone sounded. “Hold up, got a call.” Immediately he called it from the sub-space pocket, stepping away from a ledge and frowning at the ID as it did so again. Thraen? A call on this phone is rarely good news. “Hey Thraen, what’s up?”

Truly, he hoped it was just a social call, but if not…well, it wasn’t like he’d leave his friend in the lurch.

Blessed be a voice in silent places- work, teeth. Don't chatter and make it impossible to understand. "I need help. My arm is badly broken; I'm going into shock. "

He breathed, the words seeming to take an eternity to manage and a well of energy. Thraen grit his teeth through the breaths to keep his teeth from telling the cold settling in with blood loss. "I'm...near the block of ....Millvale and Oakmont Drive. In the Hills District, I think. If you can call someone else to come, too, you should. If you can come. I don't think I can walk further. Eternal Maia....if you don't have her contact my phone does-"

Try to keep steady. Don't ramble. "She knows a surgeon family member that can help. I'll try to stay in uniform... even if you can't come, can you send someone? The bone is out and I stabbed her with it. It's going to get infected... "

"I don't feel them near, or pursuing. A general and captain ...he took her away. " Stop it, you're rambling.

Thrymr took no offense to the hand that Aegir raised to stop him from speaking, instead just lapsing into a tense, worried silence. He couldn't hear the voice on the other end of the line, but whoever it was, whatever it was, could not be thought of as anything other than terribly serious. He had not seen the sort of grave expression on his friend's face before, nor heard the clipped voice that emanated from his mouth before Aegir was gone, flying off.

He hesitated only a fraction of a second, taken aback by the abruptness - and then followed, because of course he was going to come along, Thrymr running alongside Aegir. Somewhere along the line, the initial surprise had worn off, replaced only by a sense of determination and a need to get to wherever it was that they were going, and fast.

"We'll get there," said Thrymr as they ran, and he took a breath, chancing a glance over at his friend. "We'll get to him, Aegir, you''ll help him, we'll help him."

Aegir cut across town to his destination with a brutal sort of efficiency, leaps and landings felt acutely in muscle and bone, but he pressed harder. Thyrmr would keep pace or he would fall further behind, the senshi of silence couldn’t worry about his gentle friend with an injured one waiting — he would understand. It would help, to have him there, once they’d arrived. As they moved rapidly, he could feel what could only be assumed Thraen’s aura - stationary but strong - and drove himself harder so that by the time he arrived, he had a stitch in his side and a sheen of sweat gleamed on his skin, causing the gauzy bits of fluff on his uniform to hang limply.

Thraen was crumpled against the front of a department store, with a crudely fashioned sling for his mauled arm, face white from pain so his scar stood out starkly even in the low light.

A winded Aegir landed and immediately went to the Senshi of Garden’s side, kneeling and reaching out to touch his face carefully. “You look awful. You said I should call Maia?” The other senshi’s phone was still out, resting on the pavement. Thraen was cold, so the blond called for Thyrmr to come and carefully settle against his side. “Or I can take you to the ER.” Wait, what about Ida? Isn’t she medically trained? Yes, but maybe not for this…I can’t remember. The wound was ghastly, bone sticking up jaggedly just as his friend had said - it was too bad he wasn’t trained in first-aid, really. Sprained ankles and bruising he knew, but not this. Aegir unfastened his sash and used it to shore up the makeshift sling the scarred senshi had pulled together, trying to not cause more pain than he had to, but wanting to make sure it was as secure as possible.

Still, he had cool head in the crisis, picking up Thraen’s phone and looking for the number for Eternal Maia with one hand and keeping up a stream of talk to hold onto the other senshi’s attention. “Stay with me, you’re gonna be fine. You stabbed her with your broken arm, Jesus Thraen…That’s the most metal thing I’ve ever heard of.” His discourse only stopped when he had the Eternal on the line; Aegir spoke concisely and clearly, conveying the problem as quickly as possible and getting responses. They should bring Thraen to Maia and someone named Shang. He asked for the address and repeated it back to her before ending the call with a promise to call again when they were about to arrive and in the interim, they would prepare for the patient’s arrival.

“Okay, we’ve got to get going,” There was no way that Thraen would be able to walk - or run - Aegir was going to have to carry him, and it was going to hurt, even if he were careful of the broken bone. He offered Thraen’s phone to Thyrmr, “You’ll call when we get close, okay? I’m going to carry him. I’ll be as gentle as I can, my friend.” Quenton was a tall drink of water, though not overtly bulky: he could do it, carry his friend, but it really would be awkward and difficult and - unfortunately for Quenton - he would probably end up fainting from the jarring and pain.

“If you want to power down, you can. Or cry out. I won’t think badly of you.” Aegir was poking at Thraen, but only because he knew how important it was to keep him alert and with it; shock was dangerous even without the broken bone factored in. Carefully and with Thyrmr's aid, he hefted Thraen into his arms, supporting him bridal style. Thank god I'm powered up, there's no way I'd have the energy and strength to do this...still hurts like a b***h for him... "Alright, let's go."

Knowing that Thraen understood he was sorry for causing additional pain and not wanting to waste more time, Aegir started moving again; he did his best to keep things smooth while still being expedient in transporting the wounded man to waiting care.