63 - [Voice]

[church_man]

[The comm clicks on to the sound of debris moving, sometimes small clatters and other times something huge shifting. It continues through the post, in which Wolfwood sounds rather aggravated.]

Has anyone seen Sorata anywhere? I'm starting to think he isn't even up here. How long has it been? Uh... Shinji, you're still at the bar, right? Has he

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[prodigal_axe]

Wait a minute. Sorata's at Latimir?! I was tryin' to figure out where he went.

[church_man]

...Yeah, about that. I just found him.

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[prodigal_axe]

So he's...

[prodigal_axe]

...

[shockinglycool]

[ And speaking of not-dead people, did Sorata just move a tiny bit? Or was that just trickling blood. He's wearing just a tee-shirt and jeans, all the better to show off the bloody mess that is right arm, glints of broken glass even visible in places, new wounds slicing through old scars. A particularly worrisome piece has ripped through the shirt's collar, alarmingly close to his neck. The tee-shirt is nearly soaked through with blood on the right side-he was fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to have been crushed and fallen sideways, his crippled side taking the brunt of the collapse. His hair is matted with blood seeping from an equally nasty gash, and bruising-if Wolfwood cares to look-on his chest indicates he has at least one broken rib.

And his left leg is bent at an unnatural angle underneath him...

But, he's definitely stirring slightly. ]

[church_man]

[Wolfwood had leaned in close to check for a pulse, so the slight movements were a little startling. He had to get him to the hospital as quickly as possible without disturbing his wounds too much, and having him conscious for that could be a serious pain. Not the best time for him to wake up, even if it was sort of a good sign...

He shifted to a better position crouched carefully among the rubble, and started looking over his wounds more closely to make sure there he could even move him without killing him.]

You awake?

[shockinglycool]

[ What little he had moved stopped at Wolfwood's question. Everything was kinda... far away... he knew that voice, right? Taking a breath to try and answer hurt, and he suppressed what would have otherwise been a very pained noise. He fell still, cracked open his eyes. Then shut them again. His right eye run over with blood. Ew.

He was quiet for a long minute, no longer trying to move, gathering his thoughts and remembering what had happened. He'd stopped off at home for a change of clothes... Dammit, everything hurt. His right arm was numb-worse than usual, higher up-and that wasn't a relief in the least. ]

I don't speak English. [ He replied weakly. In perfectly serviceable, albeit heavily accented, English. His mouth twitching in the ghost of a smile. But then he remembered: ]

There... there was a girl... outside. I was to the door.

[church_man]

[Sigh.]

I know, dumbass. Got worse things to worry about...

[He frowned slightly at the mention of someone else. He looked... well, it was a little hard to tell where 'outside' was anymore, dark or no.]

I, uh... [He spoke slowly, hoping he'd understand the jist of it.] I've been looking for you a long time. I didn't see a girl. She may have been rescued already. [Or she was dead, but let's not complicate things right now.] Anyway, I need to get you to the hospital. Understand?

[voice; English]

[x_dilettante_x]

Wait...Sorata?

What happened to the bloke? He's...alright, is he?

[voice; English]

[church_man]

I wouldn't say he's all right, but he's alive.

[voice; English]

[x_dilettante_x]

That's probably as 'alright' as you can get around here...

Thank you, old boy- I'll sleep easier now.

[pilot_princess]

Sorata?! W-what...? Is he okay? Wolfy, please tell me he's okay...

[church_man]

...He's not dead.

[pilot_princess]

...man, see, this is why Latimir's definitely cursed.

Will he be okay? You're getting him to the hospital, right?