[joint post] Repercussions

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[With the roar of falling debris, Crowley and Henrietta appear on the plane. They're curled in the middle of a mess of cement and ruptured steel. Blood twists in bright ribbons down the side of Henrietta's face. Flames wind up from the disaster here and there, fed by dissembled tables and discarded coffee cups.] Signore, are you all right? [Henrietta winces, one hand pressed against her eye.]

[Crowley is on his back with his legs partially covered by debris, and there's a long, jagged gash running over his right eye. His sunglasses appear to have been lost in the mess. He coughs and winces.] Fine enough. You? [He attempts to sit up]

[She stumbles over, her eye still shut, and tries to keep him from moving.] Ah, here, I can heal your face.

It's nothing, don't—your eye, let me see it.

[She shakes her head, flinching back slightly.] N-no, it's okay.

[He manages to get himself propped up on his elbows where he can see her better.] I can heal a little, you know. Let me see it.

[She very, very slowly relents, opening it just enough to show her white has gone dark with blood.] I can't see out of it.

[Crowley hisses at the sight of the injury and holds out a hand] Here, let me try.

Comments

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[dmsshdgf closing her eye] C-Chris! Be careful, please. [D:]

[ghostlighter]

I'll be fine. [Hurrying over and kneeling down next to her and Crowley.] What happened?!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

The shop we were in got blown up.

[ghostlighter]

What?!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.] It got blown up.

[ghostlighter]

Yeah, I— never mind.

You're hurt. Where, exactly? [Getting ready to go back and get a kit or something. And wishing for the nth time that he could just heal like a regular Whitelighter.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Covers her eye with one hand] I've got a cut on my head, I think.

[ghostlighter]

... What about your eye?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[djfkldjf] It's fine, really.

[ghostlighter]

Then why are you covering it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. I got some dust in it.

[ghostlighter]

[He glances to Crowley momentarily, then he's back to Henrietta.] ... hold on.

[Disappears from the Plane, then returns with a first-aid kit and a water bottle, which he sets aside while getting some bandages out. It doesn't occur to him she could heal herself, since Whitelighters either automatically heal, or are unable to all together.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Uncovers her eye, which is still half-open, and shakes her head] No, it's okay, I'm all right.

[ghostlighter]

[Frowns, and reaches out to lightly place his hand under her chin, trying to get her to tilt her head back so he can get a better look.] You know, you say that, but I'm having a hard time believing it.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Does so obediently, giving him a nice sight of her eye, gone maroon almost around the entire white.] It's not bad or anything.

[ghostlighter]

[He hisses slightly at the sight and glances away, conveniently in the direction of the first-aid kit.] I'll be the judge of that. Does it hurt?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No. Not really. [LYYYYING.]

[ghostlighter]

[He frowns at that, looking back to her.] Really?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Ffff] Only a little.

[ghostlighter]

[Pulling some things out of the kit, not sure what to do with an injured eye, but she did say she hurt her head too, didn't she?]

Can you take pain killers?