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[punkblaze]

[So, how long has it been since someone showed up on the Plane to bleed all over it? Well... here it goes again.

In pops Eithan. But he's not going to flop over and just bleed everywhere, oh no. He's on a mission. He's going to start walking... somewhere. Anywhere.

The first thing anyone's likely to notice is that his hair is slightly wet - sweat or water? Well, probably both. He's also shivering, so much that his teeth are chattering. And, well, this is Eithan. So of course, he's doing so loudly. His lips have a blue tint to them, as well as his fingernails if you get close enough. He's practically got a death-grip on his cloak, clutching it closer as he tries to warm himself up.

His arms are covered in little scrapes, and on his side, there's a huge spot of red where some particularly nasty wound is clearly bleeding through that cloak he's wrapped himself up in. In fact, with each step that puts any amount of weight on that side, he winces a bit. All is not well with this kid.]

I f-fuckin'... h-hate... the fuckin' c-cold.

[Still violently shivering, he's doing his damnedest to get to somewhere that might have more blankets. And a first-aid kid. Or something.]

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[docinawall]

[Doc assesses the current situation. his tone might even be a little impressed--and excited] Wow! You need medical attention a lot. I'll get bandages!

[and he's about to disappear to do so--when he stops, eyeing Eithan through his visor] Wait. Do demon-vampires eat people when they're hurt?

[oliverplus]

[Oliver is absolutely horrified by that sight] Eithan!!! [even as he shouts, he's already breaking into a run, making for his friend as quickly as he can] What happened!? I'll get blankets, and--oh, God... [he just spotted that red in Eithan's side, and his eyes go wide] I'll--I'll be right back!

[he disappears, reappearing only a moment later with a huge blanket, as well as a medical kit with a green moon on the side] Here! [he offers the blanket to Eithan, at a loss for how best to start helping him]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu places himself in Eithan's way, letting his cosmo burn bright and, more importantly, warm. When Eithan gets close enough, Mu stops him with a hand on his shoulder.]

Blood loss is no good for body temperature.

[punkblaze]

[That tone... If Eithan had the energy to pull a “>.>; “ face right now, he so would. Instead, he just winces and nods.]

Y-Yeah. Bandages. Great.

[And he’s about to thank Doc, but then that question comes, and Eithan practically double-takes.] What the f-...! N-No! I d-don’t fuckin’ eat people! Dear fuckin’ goddess, man!

[Erk, blood pressure rising + bleeding a lot + really fucking cold = difficulty standing. Eithan sways a bit, and then just voluntarily drops to his knees on the Plane “floor” because fuck that noise.] Fuck, it’s c-c-cold...

[punkblaze]

[Eithan’s about to answer what happened, but Oliver’s already, erm, focusing on other things and then is gone. Welp.

And when he returns, Eithan manages a teeensy little smile of relief and takes the blanket. He practically throws it over his head and around his shoulders, though moving about that much clearly hurts. Still, he moves to sit on the Plane “floor” and bundles up, at the same time trying to keep the blanket from getting blood all over it. … Which is a little difficult. Oops.]

Th-thanks, man. Seriously.

[punkblaze]

[Warmth! Oh thank you Goddess! Eithan’s just gonna take a deep breath, relieved, and relax a little. Mu’s comment does make him grin a bit though, amused.]

Y-Yeah, it’s... r-really not. Neither was that ice bitch.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu pulls him a little closer, pushing the warmth of his Cosmo as best he can]

I'm going to take you to the bath house, alright?

[punkblaze]

[Eithan's a little too out of it to do much of anything anyway, other than just letting himself be led. So he nods.]

Yeah that's probably best. [Another shiver - the warmth is helping, but he's been caught up in ice for quiiite a bit, so this'll take some time to fully go away.] Th-thanks. Are there bandages or somethin' there too?

[lamb_of_gold]

If there aren't, I will make some, or bring from home.

[He actually teleports them both to the bathhouse mid-sentence so as not to jar Eithan too badly. The air is considerably warmer, but Mu's taken them to a floor without baths. He points Eithan to one of the beds before padding over to a nearby closet to dig out one of the robes in there.]

Strip off your clothes, change into this and lay down. How badly are you bleeding?

[oliverplus]

[Oliver nods numbly, trying to fight back his fear as he crouches beside him] Let me see your side. You need bandages! Are you hurt anywhere else?

[docinawall]

Whoa, careful now! [Doc watches Eithan going down disapprovingly] Okay, I'll get some bandages. But just remember that armor tastes bad!

[he drops from the Plane, coming back with a roll of bandages--and his scanner. then he kneels down beside Eithan] Okay, let me see your wound. [he points the scanner at him, and it begins to glow green]

[punkblaze]

[... Yeah too bad it jars him anyway.]

Whoa-! What-! What the f-! [He looks around wildly, but that shit hurts, so he cuts it out after a second with a heavy wince and a bit of a hiss. His hand goes to his side.] Ah. R-Right. Psychic. F-Forgot about that. [He steadies himself with a deep breath as he takes the robe from Mu.] ... R-Remind me to ask you about that. Later.

[The warmer air is definitely helping, and the color's beginning to return to his lips and his fingers. He changes out of his clothes, and if Mu looks over when the cloak and his T-shirt come off, he'll see some tiny, insignificant cuts all up and down his arms, as well as a pretty deep stab wound in his side. It missed anything vital, but certainly looks to hurt like a bitch, and it's definitely bleeding a lot.

He puts the robe on, and that side... turns red pretty fast. He lays down, and gives Mu a weak, slightly sheepish smile. For all that he's trying to pretend he still has energy, it's becoming clear that he really doesn't.]

Uh. .... a lot?

[punkblaze]

I-I know I do. Y-Yeah.

[He hesitates, but he pushes his cloak out of the way. Already, Oliver can see that he's been stabbed by something, since there's a pretty gaping hole in Eithan's T-shirt and that's definitely where all the blood is. Then, when Eithan pulls up his shirt... yeah, that's a stab wound in his side, and it's pretty deep.]

Th-That's... That's the worst of it. [He shakes his head.] The rest is just like... s-stupid little cuts.

[Still hard to talk. He's so cold, and pretending he's not as horrible off as he really is is... well, taking energy.]

[punkblaze]

I don't fuckin' eat p-- [Aaaand Doc's gone.] --Nrgh.

[And when he comes back, he'll get a bit of a skeptical look from Eithan, but the boy complies, pushes back his cloak and lifts up his T-shirt. Yeah, that's a rather deep stab wound, from something very round and jagged as well as particularly sharp at the end. And yeah, um, that's a lot of blood.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu has spent the rest of the time rifling through the closet to find bandages and lo! He finds a few rolls of linen aka: close enough. He kneels next to Eithan and opens enough of the robe to see the one wound that really matters here. Mu rubs his hands together a few times to warm them up then clasps them down over the wound. There's a tingle of warmth, and the pain begins to fade as the bleeding stops and the flesh starts knitting itself back together.]

When I'm done here, I'll bring some warm stones from the hot springs. They should help.

[docinawall]

[Doc is watching his scanner] Well, it looks like your body temperature is low and you're bleeding a lot. Did someone try to stake you? Oh, and I'm getting some weird reading. You're probably either poisoned, have a bomb in your stomach, or it's nothing.

[he puts down the scanner and starts to unrolls the bandages, looping them around Eithan because, believe it or not, he does know how to bandage a wound] I don't think Wash will let me have a blanket, so you'll have to go somewhere to warm up. Maybe you should visit the bathhouse! There are really fluffy robes there.

Oh, can you feel your toes? I didn't see any frostbite, but the scanner doesn't always pick up on that. And sometimes it confuses it with gangrene. The guy that happened to was really mad. I think he probably wanted to keep that foot? But the lawsuit didn't get anywhere, so that worked out.

[oliverplus]

[Oliver shakes his head, at a loss for what to do] Shh, don't--don't try to talk so much, okay?

This might sting. [he grabs the antiseptic, guessing he should apply that first, and puts it on gauze. then he holds it against the wound. after that, he takes the bandages and wraps them around Eithan. his hands are shaking, but he's trying to be as steady as he can] Maybe I can find the Doctor. Or...Mu, or someone. Is there anybody near you that can help, Eithan?

[punkblaze]

[Eithan gives Doc a lineface of a look at the bit about a bomb in his stomach. Really? For real? But, the mention of the bathhouse is useful. And fluffy robes sound very, very nice right now...

He's actually impressed that he's getting bandaged correctly. Definitely a good thing! But the mention of the guy losing a foot...]

... Dude. Th-that doesn't exactly fill me with c-confidence. You realize that, right? [sigh....] N-No, I don't have any frostbite.

[punkblaze]

[He doesn't even flinch at the sting - he's too borderline numb, too tired, and yeah, still slightly conditioned not to show signs of pain. Considering this run-in was with a member of the Order? Certain memories are a little fresh on his mind.]

Nah. J-Just me back there. [And now he's pointedly looking at the ground. Yeah, his opponent's not there anymore either. Not alive, anyway. ... Ugh.] Val's a healer, but... she's in Tharia and I had to go back to Meridia. J-Just my luck...

[punkblaze]

[Eithan recognizes that feeling from whenever Valerie has to heal his sorry ass him, and takes a deep breath, relieved. He honestly had no idea that anyone on the Plane was capable of healing like Valerie, but it was better than taking his chances alone in his own world, unable to get to her.

He throws one arm over his eyes, relaxing, finally. He nods in response to Mu.]

Thanks. A lot. Seriously. .... You probably don't know how much this means to me.

[docinawall]

[well, it's not Doc's fault that Eithan has inhuman physiology! he's a human medic, you know]

Oh, I'm not going to cut your foot off! [he pauses, then adds] I mean, not unless you do get gangrene. Then I'd have to. Or, you know, if I thought you had it. Hey, can you walk? [he offers Eithan a hand]

[punkblaze]

[... ... ...Face in hands.]

I d-... [SIGH. He looks up at Doc again.] Yeah. I can. But if it's... all the same to you, can I just stay here? [He winces a bit.] I kinda don't wanna get up right now.

[docinawall]

[Doc straightens, leaving the roll of bandages and picking his scanner back up] Sure! I mean, lying down and dying is always an option if that's what you want. Did you want me to bring you a robe? It could probably double as a shroud if you're dead before I get back.

[oliverplus]

Okay, uh... [Oliver hesitates, torn. he doesn't want to leave Eithan alone, but as he finishes wrapping bandages around the wound, he knows that he's done all he can to treat him] Then...I'll have to look for someone. Bring them back here. Okay? I'll be quick!

[punkblaze]

[Eithan just nods - Oliver was right to tell him not to try talking so much, and he knows it. Time to just close his eyes and wait...]

[-- And then there was a convenient time-skip! --]

[Mu was a lifesaver. Healed Eithan's wounds, made sure he didn't catch hypothermia (or worse, freeze to death), made sure all was well... Eithan definitely feels indebted to the guy. He'll have to find some way to make it up to him. But for now, it's time for Eithan to go back to his own world.

... ... yeah fuck that. Eithan doesn't want to go back to Meridia yet.

So Eithan's still in the bathhouse, sitting on the stairs leading from the first floor to the second. He's back in his jeans, but he's staring at the ripped T-shirt in his hands instead of making any sort of move to put it back on. In fact, at this point, he's more staring into space than actually staring at the T-shirt, and that's definitely a very pensive frown on his face. Someone's got a lot on his mind.]