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The Inevitable [closed to Kerrigan]

Good God, he needed a cigarette. Between the world being destroyed and all his friends besides John possibly dying along with it (or the entire thing being a total lie), John punching him and storming off, the talking ponies, the random superhero bringing up his cocaine addiction, and arguing with a space elf over (ugh!) politics and clandestine rebellions...actually, forget one cigarette. He needed a whole carton. Strike that, maybe a truck full.

Reaching into his many coat pockets on an instinctual search for cigarettes he knew weren't there, he found that a pack actually was there. And so was his lighter.

Maybe there was a God. Maybe there was a merciful God, or at the very least, maybe the ship really was as benevolent and merciful as she tried to make herself out to be and decided to smile upon him by snatching up a box of cigarettes with his belongings.

...Probably not, but this at least still was a fine bit of serendipity. Sherlock would take it.

Leaning into the doorway of a building in what he didn't realize was another blind spot in the city, he lit up his first post-end-of-the-universe cigarette and took a long drag from it. To be honest, it wasn't really enough, and like it always did when he least wanted it to, old cravings crawled up in the back of his skull and demanded something stronger.

"Not now."

No, not now, though the way he closed his eyes as he leaned against the door of the building and let out a lungful of smoke, would have made it clear to anyone looking that he was a fair bit more overwhelmed than he could even admit to himself.

It seemed that for now, however, he could be content with causing himself harm with only one cigarette at a time.

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Covering up Howard's shifts and where Haruka was gone was no picnic, but Kaya was not one to shirk responsibility, and chances were, this being a ship and so recently after pod pop that something was going to happen. She was glad for the eventual time off in these instances though, so she made the most of it. The city was pretty much where she always resided, and would be here more than anywhere.

So the bleeding man who seemed to be delirious was now the focus of Kaya's attention. She had him lying down instantly while she was walking to the W.I.T.C.H. bus, applying pressure to the wound and scanning for what she could use.

She was all business now.

"What happened?"

Edited 2012-04-07 08:09 (UTC)

Kerrigan hesitated. She knew she would have to turn herself in and she fully intended to do so but a confession now could delay his treatment. On the other hand withholding information would make her suspicious and distract her anyway.

"I attacked him." Kerrigan was reluctant to let go of Sherlock. She didn't see how this girl could help. "What can you do?"

The low roar of an engine could be heard coming closer to the area - it wasn't more Medical staff, though - it was Security.

With some reports of hostilities at podpop and Kang's warning about another dragon - well, a vague report about someone losing blood was probably worth checking out. Shoutarou could only hope the trip would be for nothing.

Rubber skids on the asphalt as he pulls to a stop, then pulls his helmet off and replaces it with a fedora while dismounting. He jogs up, and there's a definite shock on his face at the blood and the situation - as well as what Kerrigan said as he got within earshot. "...hope you're not planning on doing so again," he comments, regarding the hold she had on the wounded man.

Sherlock's eyed focused just enough to look at Shoutarou.

"She ruined my coat."

Yes, Sherlock, clearly that is the most pressing matter at hand. Not the fact that you still have a knife sticking out of you or the fact that your blood is all over the place in much the same way spaghetti sauce is all over the place after a toddler eats spaghetti.

No no, don't worry about that whole dying thing. No, the coat. That is clearly the aspect of this situation that deserves the most focus at the moment.

Edited 2012-04-07 08:43 (UTC)

Kaya was all business here. Granted, she was really curious about the way this had played out, including why his coat had played such an important part, but that was for after he was on the mend. She had her waterskin out already and was already starting to quickly strip him of his shirt, so she could get a better look at the wound and how bad it was.

"If that were the case, she wouldn't have brought him here to begin with," Kaya said. What sense would that have made. "He'll have to go to med bay soon, but I can at least heal some of this up."

She looked over at Sherlock, since she sometimes had this issue with people. "Do you hear that? I'm going to heal you a little, with waterbending. This might feel a little strange, but it won't hurt."

Kerrigan stepped away but kept watch over Sherlock.

"Once he's at Med Bay I'll turn myself into custody." Her voice was hollow.

"Who is John?" She asked. "He called his name." She said, turning to Shoutarou. "Someone needs to tell him what happened."

There's a sigh and an adjustment of his hat at Sherlock's comment. "It's a nice coat, mister, but there's bigger things to worry about right now," he answers, then turns to Kerrigan. At least she wasn't running off, and was willing to cooperate from the looks of things.

"Someone he knows, I'd assume. Let's worry about getting him to medbay once water-girl here does her thing - so that this is the only thing we have to tell this John about."

At this, "water girl" looked up, narrowing her eyes.

"It's Kaya, thank you. I'll be a few more minutes. This will make sure he isn't in too much pain, and med bay will finish him up."

Really, how rude.

Sherlock only vaguely heard Shoutarou but he was too out of it to argue about his coat (which he would have done) his eyes rolling around in his head. He was trying to stay conscious but it was no easy task and there were moments that his eyes rolled back in his head before they rolled forward again as he tried to focus.

If he'd still been properly awake and conscious, he would have complimented Kaya on knowing not to just yank the knife out right away. Quite a few people didn't know that made the bleeding worse with stab victims. Her healing around it and trying to stabilize him first so it could be extracted safely was the right thing to do, and it was indeed helping. His breathing was evening out, his pulse was picking up again, and his color was getting better, no longer a waxy, unhealthy gray. The bleeding was slowing down to a trickle.

Eventually, he was stable enough that he could probably be moved to Medbay.

He was still out of it, still in shock, but now that he wasn't wavering in and out of consciousness, he was with it enough to look over at Kerrigan, then to Shoutarou and say in a quiet, weak, absolutely furious voice:

"Get her away from me."

Why yes, he was slightly resentful that he was laying there on the ground with his shirt open, with multiple stab wounds. (Ten? Twelve? He couldn't even tell.) In time, he might consider the absolute insanity Kerrigan's torture had caused her, but for now he was just slightly on this side of hacked off.

Mostly about the coat. Ruined.

Edited 2012-04-08 01:19 (UTC)

Kaya gets a nod. "Kaya, right. Sorry - just caught up in the moment, and..." Sherlock's speaking up got his attention, and Shou crouches down beside him, putting himself between Sherlock and Kerrigan. "Right now, I'm more worried about making sure you live, mister. Then I'll take her in. I assure you, though, I won't let anything happen to you in the meantime.

Oh yes, hostility. She would have paid more attention and ready to fight Kerrigan if she hadn't been the one to bring Sherlock (what a strange name) to her in the first place. But Shoutarou was the one in charge of arresting people: she just made sure he stayed alive.

The healing was almost done anyway. "What caused this to happen?"

Kerrigan's breath caught in her throat.

I'm still the Queen of Blades.

I don't know.

I'm a monster.

I don't know.

~~He had it coming.~~

I don't know.

"I lost control."

"She was. My mind. She--"

He didn't know how to explain it, so he simply closed his eyes.

Edited 2012-04-08 01:52 (UTC)

Kaya posed a good question - he intended to ask that himself, once he got alone with Kerrigan, but now, now there was a chance to glean a little info, whether it was wanted or not.

Kerrigan's answer, Sherlock's answer - just a handful of words, but they could mean so much.

"...that much is obvious," he says to Kerrigan as he stands up. He's trying to remain civil - after all, there's a man with a dozen stab wounds laying on the ground, and the person who did it just admitted to losing control. He doesn't want to be an aggressor, but information must be gotten.

"Just what did you lose control of? The man's got a knife sticking out of his chest, and is going on about his mind."

"Yes, that would help your case," Kaya said, finally dragging the water back. "Ok, that should be all right. I don't want to reopen the wound, so we'll keep it in for the time being. They'll get it out in medbay."

She did look troubled here. "What would make you lose control like that? You could have killed him!"

"I noticed." Kerrigan said shortly.

"He questioned what evidence we had against the Daligig. I... showed him telepathically." This was not something she wanted to talk about, not with an audience but she had little choice. "What they did to me. It was too much for him. He insulted me and I stabbed him repeatedly." Her voice was low and quiet. What emotions she felt she kept well below the surface.

Shoutarou wasn't sure what was more unsettling - the implications of what Kerrigan was saying, or the fact that she was doing it so clinically.

"...I see. Well. We can go over the details of all that later." Shoutarou turns back toward Kaya and Sherlock. "How should we carry him so that we won't undo all you just did?"

There was a lot of this conversation that was bothersome to Kaya: if this was what caused Kerrigan to attack Sherlock Holmes, what was to stop her from doing it again? Even Azula wouldn't have done something like this.

Of course, it wasn't for her to decide was it? Getting Sherlock to the med bay, however, was her priority.

She went her pocket and pulled out what looked to be a folded up piece of tin at first glance. As it unfolded one could see it was actually a flat panel that hovered off the ground.

"Help me put him on?"

If the others were disturbed then that was only a shadow of what Kerrigan herself felt, not that it showed.

She stepped forward. She didn't care that Sherlock had expressly stated for her not to come near him. She was more concerned with keeping him alive.

It was probably a bad idea to let Kerrigan do so - but if anything, Shoutarou had that naivete that wanted to believe there was some decency in people. ~~Especially if said people were pretty ladies.~~ So he makes no move to stop her, and goes to assist, taking a spot at Sherlock's shoulders.

"On three?"

Oh, they should show concern that the person who had injured Sherlock was still helping, but Kaya would be ready if anything like that happened: she wasn't a slow fighter at this point, and even still, the logic of attacking SHOULD have happened, instead of letting them heal him.

"All right then. One. Two. THREE!"

There was the slightest pained grunt as they moved him but they managed to do it without hurting Sherlock more than he was, at least.

It seemed they could now just trundle him off to Medbay, except that all of a sudden, eyes still closed, he held out his hand and made a grabby motion.

"Coat."

He might not be able to find it again if he came back to look for it later. At the very least they could put it on the stretcher with him. It was most likely ruined but he if he survived, he wanted to at least try to salvage it.

Once Sherlock was on, and the hand came out, Shoutarou chuckled a little before stooping down to grab it. He brushes a bit of dirt off, then puts it in the man's hand. "Best of luck getting it cleaned," he comments - Sherlock's gonna need it.

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