[feixiao storms out first, pursued by ringo. then, so does richie. and all mizu can do in this moment is stand there and watch, sweaty and exhausted and covered in someone else's blood after spending hours trying to save as many lives as possible — yet not nearly enough. it will never be enough as long as the borisin stand against them. but, well, that's war for you!
mizu peels off the bloody gloves from his hands, looking to claude first and clocking him as probably the most stable person in the room right now. taair is... a concern. but not one mizu can linger on at this moment. dealing with other people's emotions is, somehow, even harder than scooping a guy's guts back inside his stomach.
regardless of how taair reacts, mizu will turn around and start picking up around the clinic. finding things that need to be disinfected. things that need to be thrown out, lest they risk contamination. things to keep busy in the aftermath.
the clinic will need to be in tiptop shape for the next time, anyway. there is always going to be a next time.]
[ the hardest part of it all is the grief, and that moment that comes from one second too late.
healing xingqiu - pouring magic healing to keep him stable as yae prepares for surgery, turning to a sobbing sushang and pressing a needle and thread through a stab wound - (maybe you can come back with and have dinner with me and my uncle, Taair) while trying to soothe her, promising he'll go find natasha even if he has a feeling what might have happened to a kindhearted upper-ranked healer on the field with a wolf. there's not even enough time to process his emotions, barely even time to think beyond abundance healing, grab sanitary bandages tie tourniquet add pressure cast spell, burn magic, cauterize injury abundance healing take something restore energy heal again, drain yourself, wrap bandage, apply pressure, tie tourniquet. the second he has free hands he's turning back to bailu, already shedding and putting on new gloves, the second he can get his hands free. help, let me help, what can i do, let me give and give and give until i can't anymore -
but she's got that grim look on her face, tiny as it is, wizened despite her years, and he looks down at his hands, covered in blood, and hears feixiao's scream. the sound of it makes taair's vision blur. makes the room spin. makes sickness rise up in his stomach that he forces down.
it occurs to him a few seconds later, that feixiao is still hurt. and when richie stalks out of the room, there are two moments of brief, powerful silence.
and is it turns out, the concern was not mizu who would run to fight at all, but rather - despite the horrors of loss, it's taair who turns right on his heel and bolts out of the room, still in full lockdown mode, tearing after ringo and feixiao as fast as his feet can carry him with spellbook still in his hand. maybe he can reach. his healing magic is long range. maybe he can help her. maybe, maybe, maybe. ]
[ there's nothing to be done about it. you've made your decisions, and you have to live with them. you've learned today that you cannot always save everybody.
by the time that taair gets outside, feixiao has taken off - ringo grabs taair gently to try and keep him back, telling him she essentially just launched herself out of the city entirely. she'll come back, he tells taair. she always comes back.
bailu shakily comes in to help claude and mizu clean the clinic. she's small, but she knows how to handle this sort of thing. it's okay. she's here to help.
wherever richie goes, he'll find marcoh. marcoh is silent and bloody-fisted, but he rests a hand on richie's shoulder in understanding, and then leaves him alone, if he wants it.
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mizu peels off the bloody gloves from his hands, looking to claude first and clocking him as probably the most stable person in the room right now. taair is... a concern. but not one mizu can linger on at this moment. dealing with other people's emotions is, somehow, even harder than scooping a guy's guts back inside his stomach.
regardless of how taair reacts, mizu will turn around and start picking up around the clinic. finding things that need to be disinfected. things that need to be thrown out, lest they risk contamination. things to keep busy in the aftermath.
the clinic will need to be in tiptop shape for the next time, anyway. there is always going to be a next time.]
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healing xingqiu - pouring magic healing to keep him stable as yae prepares for surgery, turning to a sobbing sushang and pressing a needle and thread through a stab wound - (maybe you can come back with and have dinner with me and my uncle, Taair) while trying to soothe her, promising he'll go find natasha even if he has a feeling what might have happened to a kindhearted upper-ranked healer on the field with a wolf. there's not even enough time to process his emotions, barely even time to think beyond abundance healing, grab sanitary bandages tie tourniquet add pressure cast spell, burn magic, cauterize injury abundance healing take something restore energy heal again, drain yourself, wrap bandage, apply pressure, tie tourniquet. the second he has free hands he's turning back to bailu, already shedding and putting on new gloves, the second he can get his hands free. help, let me help, what can i do, let me give and give and give until i can't anymore -
but she's got that grim look on her face, tiny as it is, wizened despite her years, and he looks down at his hands, covered in blood, and hears feixiao's scream. the sound of it makes taair's vision blur. makes the room spin. makes sickness rise up in his stomach that he forces down.
it occurs to him a few seconds later, that feixiao is still hurt. and when richie stalks out of the room, there are two moments of brief, powerful silence.
and is it turns out, the concern was not mizu who would run to fight at all, but rather - despite the horrors of loss, it's taair who turns right on his heel and bolts out of the room, still in full lockdown mode, tearing after ringo and feixiao as fast as his feet can carry him with spellbook still in his hand. maybe he can reach. his healing magic is long range. maybe he can help her. maybe, maybe, maybe. ]
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by the time that taair gets outside, feixiao has taken off - ringo grabs taair gently to try and keep him back, telling him she essentially just launched herself out of the city entirely. she'll come back, he tells taair. she always comes back.
bailu shakily comes in to help claude and mizu clean the clinic. she's small, but she knows how to handle this sort of thing. it's okay. she's here to help.
wherever richie goes, he'll find marcoh. marcoh is silent and bloody-fisted, but he rests a hand on richie's shoulder in understanding, and then leaves him alone, if he wants it.
and then, a little bit of time passes. ]