Up in the infirmary...

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It was a very long time spent stitching, blood seeping through her fingers and her stitches. Still, they're here in space and Dr Mid-Nite has been stablized. He's not only been stablized but he's been worked on in many different ways with all of the super science and magic. He's been asleep since they got here. Bette has been sitting here watching over him, worried.

She's been reassured by any number of people but until he wakes up she'll be all but convinced that she's managed to screw something up. Maybe he'll be blind and mute.

"Oh God."

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When he does stir, his eyes open to nothingness. Which is nothing new, so they close once again, and he concentrates on sounds, sensations and scents.

Equipment beeping. Antiseptic. An immense amount of pain and weakness.

Someone called out for God.

"That's not my name," he says, hoarsely.

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"Oh..."

Bette stands up and crosses the space between them. "Oh thank you. You're going to be just fine. We made it to the Watchtower." And for the first time, she's not completely facincated with the fact that she's in space.

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Flamebird.

"I... was hit. I was bleeding..."

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"A small bomb went off and nails were embedded in your throat." Her hands are on the side of the bed he's in, not close enough to really be noticed but she shifts the bed a bit as they come to rest there. "Red did what he could and ... I stitched you up."

"I'm not sure if your voice will ever be the same."

She sounds like she's a nervous wreck. Probably been crying.

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"It will be," he says, soothingly. As soothingly as he can manage, at least. He's fairly confident he can find a way to repair any damage done there.

"Everyone else safe?"

The girl. The artificial girl. Brak.

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"We all made it okay."

A small pause, "You were in the worst condition."

She's never done anything like that before and it will be a bit longer before the elation of having actually done it seeps through the terror of it all. Somewhere in there, she should actually have someone look at her injuries.

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If he could see those injuries, he might look at them himself.

"Thank you," he says, trying to take stock of his body and how different it feels than when he was healthy. He's a yoga guy, definitely in touch with his entire being.

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"You're in good hands up here. They brought some of your things...." Flamebird pauses for a moment, "They're on the table. To your right."

Another pause, "I'll go. You'll have visitors soon, I'm sure."

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"Check your stitches," he reminds, as if she hasn't already. "Check my work."

His hand reaches out tentatively to his right, hoping to find goggles.

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There are a pair of goggles there, among other things.

"I can't really see them."

That's true but also partially an excuse. Soon everything will start to hurt as she pays more attention to it - the stiches, the razorblade slices. She needs a good long bath.

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The goggles slide on, and he once again curses his reliance on them.

"Come here, Bette," he rasps, sitting up straight. "Let me look."

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He's been on a tight leash since being here. It's mostly due to his not really being a member or even a reserve member. Though he's also able to drift away fairly well too. He may be in trouble but there are enough people that would vouch for him. Though on top of it all, he does have a debreif to give and he'd rather be a pain in the ass and see what he can get his hands on.

Most importantly Red has been dying for a cigarette. Even more so with all the no smoking signs.

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Flamebird is running.

She has a general idea of where she's running to but right this moment, she isn't really /looking/ as she's doing it.

The only thought she has is to get to Jesse's room.

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"No runnin' in the hallways. Principal give out detention." He says while noticing who's coming his way while a chain of smoke escapes his mouth.

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She skids as she catches what he says.

He can tell that she has yet to let someone tend to her injuries by the state of her.

"Wha...."

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"Hallways. Runnin'. Principle. High school reference. Ya in a rush there princess." And he stops in his own stride while eying over the cigarette.

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"Right. High school."

She looks a little out of it - if not out and out spooked.

"I'm... going..." The words fail her and she points toward where she was running toward.

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"Insane? Bonkers? Scared shitless? Violated?" He finishes her sentence for her. The pointing was realized but it's her gesture and voice that makes more of an impression on him.

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"Yes."

The blonde swallows hard, catching her breath. Really, what else is there to say?

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"Yeah. When someone utterly fucks with ya in a sick and morbid way while you were helpless tends to fuck with ya brain. Personally experience speakin' an all." It's all being said casually in a nonchalate manner. Though more is meant in what is between the words.

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"...... I know."

This isn't her first trip down this path. Though this is worse than what happened with Hatter. Hatter didn't cute her open.

"I'm sorry."

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Bette will hear a ping on her personal communicator line.


"Bette? Bette!"

Jesse's voice is full of concern.

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Bette doesn't answer. She's currently in Jesse's shower, curled up in the corner, water spilling down on her.

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"You're not answering. Um. OK. Don't do anything -- I'm heading up there."

And there is silence on the line.

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She'll hear that later and feel guilty about it most likely. Right now all of the tiny razor cuts sting beneath the water.