Taking the long road home

[bloodyashes]

Characters: Anyone. Everyone.
Setting: The few days after the event, throughout the Tower as you will.
Format: Mingle! Assign your own dates/locations/etc, tag yourself, do as you do.
Summary: Jason's dead. So are a lot of other people. Fallout and picking up the pieces.
Warnings: Discussion of death and cannibalism inevitable.

[Catch-all for events following the Event. Discuss Jason's death and its consequences, come back from the dead, party?, quiver in fear?, take a long, hot bath. Whatever it is you do, do it here.]

Comments

[stitchedupbodyguard]

F-forget about my arm! [Her voice came out an octave higher than it should have. She was panicking.] Y-y-you're.... You're...

[To be honest, Veronica would have carried Rick herself. Her arm wasn't really in working order at the moment though, so...] You n-need help!

[bashfulshifter]

[Forget about her arm? How is he supposed to do that? She's bleeding so much! Rick tries to articulate his argument but ultimately finds his lungs incapable; what comes out are the starts of stammers, weak and wheezing, which rapidly devolve into pained gasps until he gives up and gathers his breath more effectively.]

[After some consideration: ] ...W-We...b-b-both d-do...

[His mouth twists up in an awkward smile, parted with a laugh that is impossible to voice. Rick isn't sure why he finds this so funny.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[NO STOP LAUGHING THAT MAKES THINGS EVEN WORSE]

I-I c-can go g-g-get help. You'll b-be f-fine.... I...

[She looks lost. Like, really lost. She doesn't even notice her bleeding arm anymore.]

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick winds down slowly with deep, careful breaths, wheezing and hitching with each unsteady rise of his chest.]

...Y-Yeah...I-I'll be... [Goodness, this talking thing is more taxing than usual. Rick squeezes his eyes shut and cuts that thought short, concentrating on more important things.] ...Y-You n-need...y-your arm i-is...

[Has he mentioned that before? Maybe, can't remember. It's important, though! Very important...]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Unfortunately, neither of them really seem to be very concerned with their own wounds at the moment. And Veronica's steadily growing more worried.]

I k-know about m-my arm. I-I'll g-get it healed later. [Geeze, she's only bleeding out, calm down.]

I... I-I'm sorry. A-about n-not leaving the m-maze earlier. I w-wouldn't b-be hurt if I'd j-just...

[bashfulshifter]

[He quickly shakes his head.]

--D-Don't...d-d-don't be, I-I... [Head spinning, need a moment.] ...I sh--shouldn't...h-h-hold you b-b-back...