Rage Caries You Away

[wearingthestars]

WHO: Billy Kaplan, Teddy Altman, Tommy Shepherd, Tony Stark, Jon Sims, Potentially open to others
WHERE: YA house and about town
WHAT: Rage bug strikes
WHEN: End of May
WARNINGS: Violence



Billy sighs and shifts closer to Teddy, not wanting to get up yet, nuzzling against his side and closing his eyes.

"Can we just sleep 'til noon today?" he mumbles with a sleepy smile. He rubs absently at an itch on his neck, trying to hold onto that heavy eyed feeling as long as he can. How he wound up engaged to such an early bird he had no idea. "Come on, you know you want to."

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[doubled_speed]

"Take Tony to the hospital. See Altair, if he'll see the guy. He's a good healer," Tommy says, pushing to his feet. For a moment he looks at his brother. And then, just like that, he's gone, bolting off. Because the last thing he can handle right now is being here.

[in_extremis]

There are too many bodies crowded around him, Tony wasn't getting enough air to keep up with the pounding of his heart, but none of his limbs felt properly attached and Tony could only protest feebly as Jon tugged at him and dragged over the burn that had exploded out of his back, skin shifting sickly, flexing his hands clumsily to try to get any feeling back into them so he could be sure he still had any before he could tell Jon to stop doing that. He gladly collapsed again as soon as he was able, though, protest draining out of him, useless arms looped and spasming around Jon's waist, face pressed against his hip where Tony thought he might chew through the bone to work out this chattering tension of his jaw, and only barely managed to mutter in a hoarse voice before Tommy was speeding off in a breeze, "What the fuck are you people doing here?"

[beholding_archivist]

It's easy for Jon to feel helpless in this situation. He can't focus on anything while frantically trying to keep some hold on Tony, offer some sort of reassurance and try to calm both of them. His eyes dart briefly up to Belly, then Tommy, who is gone again in a heartbeat.

Down to Tony's harsh, yet weak uttering.

Tommy is right. He needs to get to the hospital. Altair may not be willing to see him, but they have supplies there and people have managed to deal with this sort of thing without magic. As long as he can keep himself going and just get Tony there- Which he won't be able to do by himself, Jon knows as much. He couldn't carry Tony anywhere even if he weren't struggling to get up himself.

"P-please, Billy..." He looks back up towards the mutant "Help me-- Help me get him to the hospital first. I.... I can't... not alone...." Which only once more proves how useless he is at trying to run the hospital by himself. Though he can't lament on that now. They have to get Tony there. Make sure he gets what he needs and rests...

[wearingthestars]

"Tommy-!" But he's gone, and Billy feels torn about about a thousand different directions, cursing under his breath and nodding.

He has to take care of Tony and Jon first. And stop Teddy before he hurts himself or someone else.

"I'll help you-" he promises softly, willing that panic to subside long enough for him to do what he needs to do. "Don't worry."

He places a hand on each of them, not strictly necessary, but easier to keep tabs on them, chanting under his breath, and it takes a bit more time to build the energy needed before a light envelops them and they will abruptly find themselves in the hospital.

[in_extremis]

That teleport was just as disorienting as the first, suddenly out of the sunlight and making Tony's stomach do another anxious flip. His flight response was about as cohesive as his fight, though, and his shoulder dug into Jon's stomach like he would push him over and make his escape straight through him, away from the offending hand at his back committing these atrocities, if only his legs would cooperate. When that didn't work, he clenched tightly where he was, holding his breath like that could convince his heart to stop its savage hammering so he could die in peace, instinctively preparing for a cold shock of water, his brain only superficially functional but aware enough to be frustrated with his own pathetic flailing at the threats surrounding him. The threat would seem far less pronounced as the adrenaline started to wear off, the erratic pounding in his chest going with it, but the embarrassed frustration would linger for Tony to be resentful of this useless sack of meat he was stuck in still, a decade after he thought he had built his way out of that sensation.

[beholding_archivist]

Right. Because Jon's stomach hasn't suffered enough abuse from Tommy dragging him halfway across the city in less than a second, it certainly appreciates the shoulder being shoved into it. It may be a blessing that the Archivist hardly touches actual food anymore.

Jon's own approach to the teleportation is to clench his eyes shut, hold his breath as if he is about to take a dive and keep a tight hold on Tony. Never having been teleported before leaves him with no idea what to expect in regard of where exactly they would find themselves. The reappearance is smooth enough save for the odd lurching shudder running through his body, allowing Jon to cast aside that particular worry and shift gears to locating the nearest room that has a bed to drag the battered man in his arms to.

"Thanks-- Thank you, Billy. Thank!" Jon manages to say out loud while scrambling gracelessly to into something close to a crouching position and putting some noteworthy effort into lifting Tony from the floor as best as he can, given that the man is notably taller and heavier than the Archivist himself. But one may say what they want about Jon, he at least is very persistent once he has set himself a goal. And his current goal consists of getting Tony somewhere where he can rest. Where he can monitor him. Ensure he recovers. The hospital may not be excellently equipped, but it will have to do.

And maybe once Tony feels better, he can allow himself some rest.

[wearingthestars]

He spares the time to try and help Jon get Tony settled, but once he's reasonably sure they can manage alone for the moment he apologetically excuses himself.

"I need to help Teddy- I- I'll bring him back-" he promises, wanting to assure Jon he's not just abandoning them.