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In Restless Dreams I Walked Alone

WHO: Marc Spector/Steven Grant & you I guess
WHERE: Edge of Temba, let's say westsiiiide
WHAT: The Moon boys had a narrow escape. Someone help a guy out?
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: Bloooood

"One more time... From the start..."

"We've gone over it several times already-"

"Again, Steven-" Marc said testily as he continued to trudge along through the snow. In his current state he was quite the picture of bedraggled; several long, bloody furrows clawed across his coat from his left shoulder down past his waist, the right leg of his pants in a similar state though not quite as deep. Blood was smeared across the side of his face, mostly the result of a bad attempt to wipe it from where it had earlier run down from a gash just beside his right temple. His right sleeve was nearly stained in it and practically shredded to boot, his hand practically wearing a glove of caked red although he was sure it wasn't completely all his. His fingers remained locked around an odd, slightly twisting spike of sorts that appeared to have been broken off of something. His other hand clutched an old pocket watch he'd found. Broken it was pretty much useless, but he'd managed to buff the casing to a shine that he could see his reflection, see Steven. He vaguely recalled they had a shovel when they'd left earlier, but hell if he knew where it was now.

On the pocket watch's faint surface, Steven's tongue darted nervously over his lips, his gaze dropping off to one side as his brow nearly pinched in slight frustration. Worry, however, was ever present in regards to Marc's current condition.

"The day started off with a disagreement - you decided it was time to try exploring the territory in this weather and I of course said 'no, we shouldn't go out on our own, we may need a travel buddy if we're going out like this' to which you replied 'No, we'll be fine, we got a plan, let's go' - which isn't much of a plan, mind you - and we went. But our little segue into the wilderness decidedly took a turn for the worse with that giant...feline...beast?" The memory was fresh, yet didn't stick around as long as he had hoped for in retreading their steps, which led him to glance back up at the man who shared his face. "Huge. Could've killed us. Look, mate, we really need to ring for help- "

"...almost...there..." Marc knew he was being stubborn, but at the same time he wasn't sure who all to contact. Most of those he'd spoken with were acquaintances at best, wary about him and reasonably so, he'd admit. He knew he was probably pretty bad off though. Steven was right. Whatever they'd run into could've gotten them killed, probably should have. And then he blacked out, and the next thing he knew they were alone, in a questionable however alive condition.

He knew Steven was still talking, but he'd long since forgotten to tune in. It was getting harder to see. Maybe a lot of that blood was his after all. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and rest for a moment. The pain was nothing new, in a way nostalgic, like an old friend. Or maybe the roommate you never wanted. Usually it faded away by now, but that was back when he still was attached to the hip of an Egyptian god.

The sudden cold briefly brought him to his senses. He squinted against the snow, both comforting and burning against his skin. He was lying face first in the snow and wasn't sure when he'd fallen, but it seemed his body had decided it had had enough. Barely managing to lift his head, he could see the outline of buildings. They'd made it. They were so close. But it was so cold that he wasn't sure if he was moving his arms to try pushing himself up or they just gave up on him. Slowly his eyes closed. Maybe he'd just rest a moment. Just a quick moment...

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Marc might've felt quite uncomfortable if he'd been awake for the trip. Being carried while someone was running couldn't be a very smooth method of transportation, but at least he was spared feeling any exacerbated pain from his injuries. One thing to be thankful of the cold for. Or maybe that was the blood loss. Not like he was in any position to think about it.

Once inside she carried him right to a private room and lays him on a bed.

"Please await me here. I must get supplies."

And she will be gone brief moments to get bandages, tweezers, and of course the medicine stored here. He clearly need a lot.

Not that he had much of a choice. He was starting to become aware that he wasn't outright freezing any more at least, or rather that he was beginning to feel something other than numb if he tried to concentrate.

Clearly the worst of Marc's wounds were the big claw marks that had been swiped across him. Whatever had done it thankfully didn't have very long claws but they'd still done damage. It seemed whatever he'd run into had tried to grab a hold of him by the leg at some point as far as could be told by the tears where those claws had barely managed to grab anything more than cloth. Working out where the headwound had come from was a little trickier but it was no less something that needed to be treated.

“I must advise you that this will sting,” Lauri-Ell said after she evaluated the cuts. She had never had a chance to administer the supposed heal-all medicine found here in small quanta, but if it was like any other medicine, she was sure it would sting.

One she had the cloth ready, she sprayed some of the foam into the slash wounds, and then was quick to bind those.

“It seems you came across quite the beast out there, one that was upset with you. I hope you will recover. Please forgive me for speaking so much, for I am given to understand it can assist in promoting brain activity.”

Blue. Blue face. The voice was familiar too. Marc squinted at her as he tried to recall where he'd seen her, but he was sure they'd spoken at some point. He only barely started to make out what she was saying before said medicine was applied, sucking in a sharp breath as it came into contact, like a spike of ice and heat. At least it didn't linger too long, but he kept his teeth clamped together all the same until Lauri-El had started bandaging things.

"...yeah, think it was pretty mad," he grunted. He was definitely more awake.

Ah! Lauri-Ell let herself breathe in relief. He was alive. And awake.

"Your injuries are serious. I am not the best at sutures. We shall need to find another answer."

Marc grimaced at that. After getting more or less used to having his body put itself together by itself he'd forgotten how standard awful medical procedures could be.

"'nother answer sounds good." Unfortunately he had no answers to suggest, or at least he was pretty sure he wouldn't be left alone even if he asked it.

“Alright then,” she said with a nod. “May I ask you to remain here while I gather more supplies? I must next study your head for trauma.”

Already he was trying to gauge how well he might be able to move, potential exit routes, how long it might take to get anywhere. He reluctantly abandoned such planning. He was still light-headed and had no doubts the blue woman would be able to find and catch up with him in no time even if he managed to get out of the room.

"...yeah," he said, sagging where he lay. Just gotta deal, Spector.

Yes, it was best that he rested. It would be distressing to have to chase her first real patient. Lauri-Ell soon returns with another length of material, this one shinier.

“This we can wrap around the injured arm to keep it warm and safe from moisture. If you wish, I can see William. He can do sutures.”

"Nah, no that's... That should work fine," Marc said once Lauri-Ell returned. He eyed the material, not sure what to make of it, alien bandaging or packing material, who knew. He couldn't really argue that either wouldn't do the job as she claimed.

She nodded in agreement and moves to start wrapping the limb.

“Do you know what creature attacked you? Did you enter it’s territory. If it hunted you, then I must deal with it. It would not be good for predatory beasts to be after people here, but I would not want to wrong them if they were protecting their own.”

"This must be how it feels to get Saran-wrapped," he muttered. Sighing, he tried to relax as Lauri-Ell did her work.

"...never saw it before. Looked like some kind of lion, 'cept it wasn't furry. It was kinda...slick," Marc said, making a slight face as he tried to recall the details. "But then it was in the water too. Had some weird...tentacle things coming out of the back of its head. Actually I think the thing I was holding might've been one of them."

“Who is Saran and why would they wrap you?” She asked as she wrapped his arm and secured it. One she was certain she had done a good job she nodded to herself in approval.

“You grabbed it and it defended itself?”

"...never mind." Marc was definitely not in the mood to be explaining plastic wrap.

He frowned and shook his head, immediately regretting the movement. "What, no- why would I? I tried to run and it took a swipe at me and I don't know what all happened after that."

Interesting.

"Then territory issues. I do not think a lot of the water creatures come out after us. Not as often."

Marc didn't look too convinced but he didn't have any better guesses either. "Possibly. I'm no expert in the local wildlife," he said.

"Nor am I. I just try and protect people."

And there were other things to be done.

"May I escort you to safety."

"Can't hurt. The real question is if I'm up for walkin'," Marc admitted as he shifted to try sitting up. That was a pain in itself, both literally and figuratively.

"If not, I can carry you. It is good to recuperate in your own space."

And it was even better to just rest to let wounds recover.

He was quick to wave off that idea. Being carried here to begin with was enough. Slowly he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, eventually making the attempt to stand and test his weight as he eased onto his feet. Not the greatest, but at least he could get this far.

It was something. And Lauri-Ell considers him for a long moment.

“I could find you a stick to assist your walking. I have seen such things about.”

"Pass," Marc said with a brief flick of his hand. Although he wouldn't mind a stick for general purposes. He discarded the idea, deciding he should probably focus on the current problem first.

He took a deep breath, bracing himself as he eased himself into the first step away from the bed.

What a stubborn man. Lauri bit her lip as she stared at the man. Clearly she was poised to lunge forward to catch him.

"Where will you go?"

Oh, he was. But that stubbornness was also keeping him upright somehow, and Marc felt at least a little confident in attempting another step. This was going to be annoyingly slow at this rate, but he seemed determined to continue.

"Hotel. Got a room there."

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