Holes and Patches [OPEN FREE FOR ALL]

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After the battle, the warriors' task was over. Their job, for now, was to rest and recover for the time being.

The healers' job, on the other hand, was far from over. Some exhausted from the battle, others rotating in, they took to their bay and continued the process of treating the wounded. Some patients were free to leave in a few minutes, while others would have some time (or quite some time) on the cots. Their mission: relax. Stay as still as possible.

Unfortunately, the temptation of so many familiar faces alive and about would ultimately prove to be too great. Keeping track of this group was going to be a third task all its own.

[this is a free for all for all your injured! Have them socialize, be thorns in the medics' side, try to escape, or bring the medics together for some action. Just note in your post if you'd like a medic to visit your character---if not, it's time for a chat!]

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[morphitudinous]

"No, just a few explosions. Another pile of work waiting for me as soon as I'm cleared, on top of what everyone else had damaged. I can't wait."

Billy pressed his palm into his forehead, the catastrophe clearly playing out in his mind. "That was up in the air, though. I heard there was more trouble on the ground?"

[battorch]

"Of course," Tim agreed, frowning at that. The work load to recover from this was doubtlessly going to be huge for everyone-- Tim had a lot of things he wanted to do himself, of course. "I'll of course be helping however I can."

He frowned at Billy's question, for a moment, but his voice was largely flat when he answered, "Of course. An Ohm general, and quite a large force to go with it, for one." He paused, then said, "A lot of trouble in general. There should be a proper report soon."

[morphitudinous]

"Don't hurry with those," Billy waved his hand, already considering the massive load before him. "I'm sure I have a massive load of it to process already, I really don't need it all right away. I know some of it, and that's enough."

Right, the general. "We were fighting one too. One of my friends is even more injured."

He grumbled. "I thought we'd made a dent in the ground forces before we went up. No such luck."

[battorch]

"Hn." Tim shook his head. "My own injuries are fairly minor. I can get back to work quickly." Frankly, he wanted to. "I imagine you could use some help, anyway, considering the amount there's going to be to do."

Tim frowned, but didn't say anything right away. The fights on the ground had ended in more than just injuries. But he had no desire to get into that. "Everyone did what they could," he said instead, just a hint of warmth in the tone.

[morphitudinous]

"I know, I can see that," Billy whispered, looking around the medbay. "I won't ask for more than what everyone can give. I'm just glad they're still with us."

The darkness hanging over his head, of the one that he knew was not, still lingered. "We won't start until after the funeral. Some downtime to process it is needed."

[battorch]

Tim fell silent again for a moment, frowning to himself. After what had happened, with him and with Superman-- he understood Billy's sympathies to everyone. Tim just had his own way of dealing with it.

"Of course," Tim agreed, voice a small amount quieter. "I have my own things to work on anyway, until then."