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ten_fwd2014-08-02 09:59 pm
tanteiotaku) wrote in ten_fwd2014-08-02 09:59 pm
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Problems of the U // Team 9's Feeling Fine!
The last place he wanted to be when the earth shook like that was underground. But maybe, just maybe, after that first shake that was all they were in for.
It was not to be. As the world came down around them, he ducked and covered his head. Through the dust and falling rocks, he didn't see that fairly sizable stone coming down toward him. He let out a shout of pain when it made impact. He rolled over onto his side and scrambled away from the rock, in case more were coming. Fortunately, it was a glancing blow. A stone that size could have hurt him a lot worse if it had hit him squarely.
He stayed curled up until the shaking stopped, and the last pebbles settled. He patted his vest. It didn't seem like anything critical had been damaged.
Time to see how the others had fared. He called out to the room at large. "Oi--ow!" he wrapped his arm around his chest. Okay, that really hurt. The black of his vest and pants was muted by the settling dust as he pushed himself to his feet. "Everyone alright?"
He had someone else to check on, too. He pulled out the Stag Phone, jabbed a button and put it to his head. He was rewarded with a loud, shrill shriek and he jerked it from his head. Okay, that was weird. He started pushing pseudo memories into it, the flying blue Bat Shot, and the skittering yellow Spider Shock. "Go find anyone else in trouble," he told them.
While he did that, he experimented a bit with breathing in a way that wasn't painful while he looked around the smaller space that had been the large main room. Nothing but rocks. He took a few steps around the rock that had wounded him. "Anyone else out there?"
It was not to be. As the world came down around them, he ducked and covered his head. Through the dust and falling rocks, he didn't see that fairly sizable stone coming down toward him. He let out a shout of pain when it made impact. He rolled over onto his side and scrambled away from the rock, in case more were coming. Fortunately, it was a glancing blow. A stone that size could have hurt him a lot worse if it had hit him squarely.
He stayed curled up until the shaking stopped, and the last pebbles settled. He patted his vest. It didn't seem like anything critical had been damaged.
Time to see how the others had fared. He called out to the room at large. "Oi--ow!" he wrapped his arm around his chest. Okay, that really hurt. The black of his vest and pants was muted by the settling dust as he pushed himself to his feet. "Everyone alright?"
He had someone else to check on, too. He pulled out the Stag Phone, jabbed a button and put it to his head. He was rewarded with a loud, shrill shriek and he jerked it from his head. Okay, that was weird. He started pushing pseudo memories into it, the flying blue Bat Shot, and the skittering yellow Spider Shock. "Go find anyone else in trouble," he told them.
While he did that, he experimented a bit with breathing in a way that wasn't painful while he looked around the smaller space that had been the large main room. Nothing but rocks. He took a few steps around the rock that had wounded him. "Anyone else out there?"
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"Right now I'm more concerned about you."
He lifts the bottom lapel of his waistcoat to start with, feels his way across Sho's ribs with care, assessing the damage. It's not good, but it could be worse and for that Rory's grateful.
"On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?"
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It was probably a bad idea to still keep the Gaia Memories in the pocket right on top of where he's wounded, but there wasn't enough room for them in his pants.
That was an interesting question indeed. In the grand scheme of pain he's had to deal with, it wasn't all that much. He hissed a bit when Rory brushed against something sensitive. "Maybe a 5 when I don't move wrong." He's more used to just sleeping off whatever injuries he came across in his line of work. He'd never actually gone and got patched up by a professional. Doctors ask too many questions.
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"Five," Rory repeats. "Well, good. Five's not six." He offers Sho a smile, small and a little wry, but sincere.
In the end, Rory tears the bottom hem of his shirt, using the fabric to fashion something of a bandage. He realizes the cliche-ness of the act; it's something doctors would do in movies, who knew he'd be doing it too?
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Finally, he decided to come out with the question he'd held on to. "Did Amy come down here?"
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"No," he says, and if he sounds relieved, it's because he is. She'll likely be annoyed that she didn't get to experience all the rocks-falling-earthquaking-doomed glory that is this little expedition so far, but he's glad she's out of harm's way for once.
Not that he's exactly glad to be in it either. He's had far too many brushes with death, some a little more successful than others. (He hasn't gotten over it.)
"No, she decided to stay up on the Enterprise. She tried to convince me to, too. I'm starting to think I should have listened."