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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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Tana had been delayed getting to medical. That, and she'd managed to be tossed around when the ship had been struck, so it was less of a run and more of a speedy hobble. Mostly, she'd tried hard to wipe the tear tracks off her face when the news came up that Superman...

That he'd really...

People just didn't kill Superman. He came back, even when it seemed impossible. Her heart heavy, and kicking herself a little for the green idealism that a journalist had to put aside at some point, Tana pushed away his curtain and looked at Kon. She sat down at the edge of the bed and put her hand over his. "Kid?"

He threw his arms around her immediately.

In his shock, he hadn't even thought to message her. What was wrong with him?

But she was safe, at least she was safe.

"You okay? You're okay, right?"

"I'm the one that needs to be asking that," she chided. "I'm fine, I just got tossed around a little when the ship was hit. Bruises. Nothing." Tana's voice sounded oddly thick, even to her. "You're the one under the sunlamp."

She pressed her lips to his, "Scared me half to death." For a variety of reasons. If they could kill Superman, how easy would it be for the Ohm to off him?

"I'm okay. I mean--"

No, he wasn't okay.

"I'm not okay. But I'm not hurt that badly. Just banged around pretty good. There was this...guy there. In a suit of armor. Super strong--hit harder than--"

Than Kal did.

"He messed me and Kara up pretty badly, but I'm already healing up."

There was a time to run head on into the facts, and there was a time not to. Tana was pretty sure that now was not the time to ask about what had happened down there.

Not all in details, but rather, to coax it gently out of Kon. "How is she? Did they tell you at all?" She squeezed his hand lightly, reaching up to grab it. "It was hard to keep an eye on everything going on down there, and keep abreast of the stuff here." Tana exhaled, and looked around at the busy crowd of injured and medical staff.

For a moment, her gaze rested on that one bed with the pulled curtains, that no one was checking on. Tana tore her gaze away from it and looked back at Kon.

"Some weird defense mechanism of hers kicked in. They said she should be okay, though. She just needs to rest up."

He squeezed her hand back, gently.

"That's great, at least it's a little less to worry about, isn't it?" Tana put her forehead to Kon's. "Do you know how long before they let you out of here?"

A tear threatened to spill over, and Tana tilted her head up to make sure it didn't escape. Or if it did, that it wasn't quite so obvious. She'd never been a particularly weepy person, and the tears annoyed her a little.

"Just a few days. They promised I'd get out in time for the funer--"

Yeah, he lost it again. His face crinkled up into a pained expression mid-sentence and he had to bury his face in her shoulder.

Tana pressed her lips to the side of his head and murmured softly, trying to assure Kon that things would be okay, eventually. Maybe not perfect, or even very good, but... okay.

It was hard to see him cry. Or rather, feel him cry. "It's alright, Kon," Tana whispered. "He did what he thought was right, didn't he?"

She only got silence in return, and his shoulders shaking.

When Kon was upset, he talked. Just talked and talked.

If he was so upset he wasn't talking--or couldn't talk--it was a bad sign.

Tana pulled back and tilted his face up to face hers. The fact that he wasn't saying anything freaked her out.

"I'm here, alright? I'll stay as long as you need me."

"Sorry," he gasped out. "I'm sorry. I know you've never seen me like this."

He looked away, eyes still glistening.

"It's just--I've been to too many funerals. Way too many."

Hers included.

She frowned a little bit deeper, and smoothed a thumb over his cheek. "They don't get easier, I know." She thought about her grandparents, and the raw feeling left behind when you loved someone that much. Someone like Clark had to be a million times worse when you didn't have that huge network of relatives to make it the grief a little easier to swallow.

He didn't have that many people to spread it out with, like she did.

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