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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva appears on the Astral Plane, and if she was looking bad before, it’s a lot worse now. But after what happened at her new "home", it'd be considered a miracle she was even alive. She’s nude, but covered head to toe in blood. Bandages are wrapped around her in certain places, and stitches stand out against her skin where limbs seem to have been reattached.

As soon as weight is put on her feet, she falls, as her ankles crack and bend to the side. She whimpers for a moment, curling in on herself to hold her ankles tenderly, but as her arms protest the movement as well, she finally screams in agonized pain.}

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[didorothy]

[the scream was frightening enough; the sight of Diva is horrifying, and if Sam wasn't trained for this, he'd be paralysed]

Jesus Christ!

[runs to her side] Diva? Oh, god, what happened? You need a medic...

[contract_star]

[Hei is never one to think things are so bad they can't get worse.]

Holy...wh-what happened to you?

No, never mind, you need help. [Raises his voice to a shout.] Oi! We need a doctor or a healer over here!

[madamemoiselle]

{gasping for breath} Sam...

{she winces with a soft whimper and reaches to her ankles still}

[madamemoiselle]

{If she could, she would be shaking her head, but instead just pushed out a raspy few syllables}

No...doc---tor.

[didorothy]

Don't touch it! [reaches out to grap her wrist, and then stops] Don't... don't touch anything. God, they butchered you...

[runs a hand through his hair] Okay, okay... You... can you heal from this?

[madamemoiselle]

{She doesn't answer, just grasps an ankle in her hands and jerks it back into place with a loud crack}

[didorothy]

[puts a hand over his mouth]

[madamemoiselle]

{She does the same with the other ankle before looks up with a weak smile} ...I'll...be fine.

{But she's still breathing hard, sweating, and crying}

[theguv.livejournal.com]

The bloody hell? [hurries to her] Who did this to you?

[didorothy]

Yeah, you look it. I'll stay, ta.

[a pause]

Can I... help put anything back, or...?

[contract_star]

[Kneels down and takes her hand gently.]

A doctor will be able to help you. And...

Wait.

[Expression goes dark, looking at the stitches and the surgical quality of some of the injuries.] Was it a doctor who did this to you??

[madamemoiselle]

{doesn't answer right away} .......The stitches...have to come...out.

[madamemoiselle]

{Closes her eyes with a grimace} I really...hate doctors.

{He might have been a doctor, sure, but Diva doesn't know or really care.}

[didorothy]

[swallows] I can... I can help with that, then.

[madamemoiselle]

Haa...{She looks up as best she can} Jo...el. That..man...like Joel.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[kneels beside her, listening closely] Give me a description.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Guess who was attracted by all the screaming. Good GOD he's having a bad day]

What happened?!

[Mu is now kneeling before you, with both his hands gingerly on your tummy]


Nevermind. Hold still - I think I can stop the bleeding...

[madamemoiselle]

{Seems to change her mind, instead gingerly starting to take the bandages on her ankles off.}

[madamemoiselle]

{She's surprised by that. For real?} Ah...you really....want to know?

[madamemoiselle]

{Now is not a good time to be touched; she squirms and tries to pull herself away with the one arm that's attached fairly well}

[didorothy]

Diva?

[lamb_of_gold]

Diva, please hold still. I know it hurts, but I can help you.

[contract_star]

I do as well. But I think you need a doctor now; a good one who will be able to save you.

[madamemoiselle]

I...I can take...those out. Bandages...first.

{She pulls it off one of the ankles, and just like that, it looks as if there were never any injury at all, save for a rapidly disappearing seam.}

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Can't very well nick the bastard if I don't know what he looks like, do I?