Emergency!

[one_drafted_man]

Grif PINs into the lobby of the Clinics. He's got someone with him, a man in motorcycle leathers and a helmet of insectoid design. The other man's not really in any good shape to hold himself upright, though, and Grif hadn't really had much time to get a good grip before snatching him from the grasp of the Bad Guys[tm]. Grif thus has to suddenly

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[letstalkshop]

Delia's not precisely a medic, but she has taken over a room in here... somewhere. It's a safe place, after all. And she's here when they arrive, checking something with the front desk. She looks perfectly presentable today, her own implants subtle and still for once, the amber eye discreet behind scholarly little glasses. She's quick enough to dart to the injured man's side, helping Grif support him.

"What's happened?" Quick rundown, so she knows where to look?

[no_fortunes]

The Kamen Rider has seen better days. This is mainly a man that's been beaten on a hell of a lot, though the most noticeable things are the chainsaw marks on his breastplate, and the pole shoved through his back, poking out of his chest. It looks like it may have gone through a lung.

...And he's still muttering things. Probably insulting ones.

[one_drafted_man]

Once they've got the bulk of him sorted, Grif can handle bearing the man's weight easily enough.

"Got the shit kicked out of him by a bunch of guys like him. Worst thing's where the pole went through, but I'm pretty sure there's a whole lot else besides."

Grif links his armor's computer to the Clinics' system, sending the man's name and a dump of his recording of the fight, for the medical staff's perusal.

[letstalkshop]

That leaves her free to check for things like vitals, which is when she begins finding surprises. "Sir? Can you answer me? Do you know where you are?" She gestures to some orderly to get her a gurney, and for Grif to get the Rider onto it. "Here, on his side, carefully. Don't let the pole move, if you can help it."