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[thecrowingtobe]

Open post for any and all PSLs for Claudio Kilgannon of the Amory Wars.

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[thecrowingtobe]

First things first, trauma's not one to look weak, and he looked like he was about to pass out. When the other started to lean into him his arm wrapped around him, supporting him. He did look really concerned. "Terry?" He said softly, clearly worried as he looped his other arm around him to hold him up as he realized he was sagging more.

"All right, come on. Jesus, you're bleeding, aren't you?" He moved him to go inside the garage more, towards the old couch he had in there. He sat him down carefully and unlooped his arms, moving to run fingers over the others forehead, pushing back blood smeared hair to try and get a look at the cut there.

"Fuck, man, I saw Jube post about that shit on her NV. I haven't been able to get hold of you at all." He crouched to a knee before the couch to try and survey the damage. To figure out what was hurt and try to clean him up, but honestly, he's still worried looking, scared for the other. Trauma never asks for help, and leaning into him was basically asking just that. Saying he needed a seat was almost as bad. He was worried.

[mademyhell]

Terry let Claudio pull him along, leaning heavily on him as they went and when he was sat down Terry sat back, his shoulder ached and his entire body felt like he'd been stretched too far for too long. He let Claudio fuss and fidget, eyes closing as he felt fingers trail over his face. For the first time since they'd gone into lockdown he felt like he could breathe even with the pain.

Everything was quiet, so that was something, and Claudio was there so honestly he was better off than he had been. It felt less like he was going to have his head implode, and he was calmer than he'd been despite everything.

"I-" Trauma winced again as he sat forward enough to stop his hand and take ahold of it instead, wrapping his hand around Claudio's wrist and focusing for a moment, and closing his eyes. There were several types of focus points, and his ability to breathe in time was significantly screwed up, and Claudio was easy to focus on, even with they both being as unsettled as they were.

When he opened them they were blue again for the first time in hours.

"We had a lockdown. Tech and Magic. We only just got out." He said, sounding less distorted, though as tired as before, if it weren't for the pain, he might've fallen asleep.

[thecrowingtobe]

Fuss and fidget he did, too. It wasn't often that his boyfriend came home a bleeding mes after hours of trouble. That was Claudio's gig. Honestly, that was his gig and shouldn't be anyone elses. "What happened?" He asked again, but not meaning the situation. "I mean... with... the blood and the bleeding and all."

He let his fingers stroke his cheek again softly, frowning deeply as he watched the other. His eyes landing to the arm that was wrapped, before letting his hand drop to that, though barely touching it.

"How bad is this?" He wanted to start unwrapping it, but first he stood, fast, and went over to the trunk of his car in the garage, pulling out a first aid kit he kept there. Coming back he dropped to the hard floor again, knee and foot and opening it up. "You should have gone to the hospital, huh. That.... that's still bleeding."

Stupid. So stupid. He wanted to call him stupid for worrying him, for not getting hold of him. But that would be hypocritical of him, which at least he knows. or all he knows the other got ambushed. It was more AGI he was really upset about.

[mademyhell]

Trauma watched him from his place and let him go when he went to find the kit. It was surprisingly used frequently in this house with everything. What was it with them and getting into all kinds of horrific trouble. This shouldn't be that common. But then that was the way of the city.

He frowned awkwardly, like he wasn't sure how best to answer and what exactly was going to go over best. (Trauma was well aware of his own hypocrisy. And he could live with it, but he was pretty sure breaking their deal to stay out of trouble with the city falling into unrest was something he shouldn't have done, if he wanted to keep the deal in place. Or get through his life without an argument about the fact that Claudio didn't have a certain resurrection, and Trauma did. The rules should be different. And he was positive he'd hear about this later, when he wasn't bleeding out on the couch.) He began to awkwardly pick at the knot Casey had tied to keep the makeshift bandage over his shoulder, to help, but quickly found he wasn't able to between the strange angle and the way it jostled his arm. He'd have to let Claudio do it.

Finally he sat forward enough that Claudio had access to the mess of his arm and...everything else. He wasn't even sure what all was wrong right now, only that his whole arm felt like it was throbbing all the way up into his neck and his head hurt like crazy.

"....I got shot." He said, finally. He'd have matched what he said with something noncommittal but shrugging was currently out of the question.

[thecrowingtobe]

"You got WHAT? Is what I want to yell right now, but it's pretty clear you got hurt. Shot... not helping. But Look at me, calm. Calm as a cucumber. Super chill. I can't believe you. Oh my god you got shot and came home." he wanted to hit him with a bandage roll, but he was good.

Instead he sat things down beside on the couch and moved to unwrap the mans arm, fingers careful as he worked. When the bandage came off, slick with blood and making a slick sound as he pulled it away, he frowned, looking it over, then stared at Trauma a moment longer.

"You should have gone to the hospital!" there was no exit wound.

No exit wound at all.

He frowned deeply and leaned there between the others knees on the couch, looking him in the face. "Terry... the hell you do to get shot? I heard about a lock down, not a riot." He hissed, scowl set, but worry still winning out here, and started to carefully wipe away blood, to try to get a better look. was it still bleeding? Jesus.

[mademyhell]

Trauma might've said something more helpful, or sarcastic, if the moment the makeshift had been pulled away, he hadn't suddenly realized how fucked up he was and had his stomach drop through the floor again. This was not on his list of smartest choices, but what was he going to do? If he went to one of the hospitals there would've been people, and he already had been on the edge, lack of greying or not. That and he wasn't willing to let anyone else at him right now, if he was perfectly honest. He probably would've prayed for Gabriel all else failed if he started feeling incredibly horrible.

Though....Wow. Was he close.

"They- Fuck." Trauma stopped pausing because Jesus Fucking Christ that hurt, and he wasn't sure honestly that he could move it, even though it was free of the binding and supposedly should be able to.. "The riot in the sector spread, and they went after affiliated students. We got stuck in the Psych hall. "

Trauma stopped there, for the moment because the second he said he'd decided to go out by himself, he was going to have a very unhappy Claudio, unhappier than he was, and honestly Claudio had already hit babbling point.

[thecrowingtobe]

He was being as careful as can be, but how careful can you be when the wound is a gunshot wound and it was still bleeding? He had to think fast. Claudio understands his aversion to hospitals. He really does. He understands that going to a hospital was a fear factory from hell for the other. Poor guy would have grayed out the world if he was there alone, right? But still!

He wished Gabe was here as well. To do something to fix this. Or Jinx, who was better at handling these things then him, right? RIGHT? But he was here and he could do this.

"I know, i know, hospitals are a cesspool of fears, but don't you think it might have been a good idea?" Idiot. "Skye isn't that far from you either." He said and frowned as Terry made wincy sounds when he touched it. It's still in there, isn't it?

"Stuck in the Psych hall and in the middle of cross fire? Couldn't you have found cover? It's still in there, I think. We'll... need to take that out."

See? He's calm. He's calm. He's calm. He's motherfucking calm. His hand shook a bit, and he still looked super worried at the other, and he wanted to take him and pet his face and pretend it was alright, but he's calm and working this calmly.

[mademyhell]

"If I did, it would've gone bad." Trauma said, making no effort to hide the fact that this hurt and the more it got poked and prodded at the more he was sure that he made a decent choice by not going in, because if he'd had his powers going off while this was happening he might've started poking at the doctor's minds, without even intending to, instead. And that would've helped no one. Even if he didn't want to hurt anyone, he knew there was an inherent maliciousness in what he could do, and he had little to no amount of his normal control. To top it all off he had no illusions that he wasn't going to be horrifically upset when he found out exactly what had happened in the rest of the school. Here was a better place to learn than in a building that emotionally charged.

He continued, really out of the first sense of self preservation he'd had all day, to not explain how exactly someone who was supposed to be in lockdown got shot. It was really better this way for now.

He did, however let out a sound that was mortifyingly between a pained whine and a heavy sigh when he realized what Claudio was telling him. Casey hadn't had the training and Trauma hadn't had the focus to really look into how bad off the injury had been, just wrapping it as fast as she could to try and stop him from bleeding everywhere. So he hadn't actually thought through the fact that he probably still had a bullet in his arm. Right. Fuck. Of course he would. Of course.

"...Okay." He said, clearly unhappy about the idea of prodding around in the wound but willing to trust Claudio with it over pretty much anyone.

[thecrowingtobe]

The whine was oddly endearing, if one was to be completely honest. It was further proof that Trauma wasn't a complete superhuman that couldn't feel pain or anything like that. A touch of human that Claudio liked to see once in a while. A sign of a weakness that he hoped he could take are of.

While he wasn't trained in first aid outside of the general basics, he had been a well enough study for things like this because honestly, they had a lot of troubles before all this. A lot of problems that needed help and first aid.

Moving to knee closer, he leaned in, nose to nose to the other and whispered. "I'll be as careful as I can be. Swear." And leaned in to press his lips to the others, firm but not hard. Kissing him once before pulling away, almost apologetic as if he needed to apologize before hand.

He then pulled a few more bandages out and sat them near by, reaching for the arm and letting his hands slide around it lightly. "Might.... might be able to heal it. But I haven't, ah, had much practice. If you want me to try after." He said, and looked over the bullet wound, before going invisible. He wanted to first see if he could fade through and 'trace' where the bullet was. Then maybe poke inside and push it out invisible. But he had to be careful. If he slipped up it could mean a second hole in the others arm right after.

[mademyhell]

After that long, surrounded by panic and terror, expected to keep control because he'd set himself up in a pseudo leadership role, it was incredibly easy to just let Claudio take the lead. Terry accepted him into his space like he belonged there, kissing him back and taking the moment for what it was. He nodded, hoping that was response enough, before finally continuing.

"You should try." He admitted. "I don't want to try going into shock. ...Again. "

Trauma closed his eyes, after a moment. and took a deep breath trying not to focus on the fact that Claudio was going to attempt to pull a bullet out of his arm. He was positive it was possible, and he was sure Claudio could do it, but that didn't stop him from imagining horrible outcomes. It was part of what he did.

The bullet itself had lodged deep, and against the bone, probably causing most of the more intense pain just from scraping against it with every motion. It wasn't a pleasant sensation.

Terry himself counted over in his head, up to seven, holding, and back. And then again. He was still blue eyed and calm, all things considered though it might've partly been the blood loss and exhaustion setting in.

[thecrowingtobe]

"You don't try the shock thing, kay?" He said while invisible, fully so, not just a hand. IT was easier this way. He passed a hand through, feeling in a ghost like way for the bullet, then he slid a pair of fingers in at the bullet hole, and moved in until he touched just the bullet.

This was the tricky part. he wanted to remove nothing more then the bullet itself. When he was sure it was just bullet, he slid it, pushing it, invisible, intangible, out the side of the others are. He would feel it, but only in the fact that one moment there was a object in his arm, and suddenly there wasn't, the space of the bullet suddenly taking off.

If he let go, there would be a new wound. He'd nearly killed someone this way before. Now he had practice, and this was important. He pushed the bullet out, and when he came visible again, he had a crunched bullet between two fingers, blood on just the bullet itself. He held it up to Trauma a moment to show him.

"Am I going to be mad about how you got this? And why the fuck was AGI rioting at it's own location, or was SERO doing an invasion again?" He said as he dropped the bullet to a couch seat near the first aid kit, moving to grab some things to clean the wound now. It was going to string, sorry. But he wanted it cleaned before he tried to heal it.

He was visible again at least.

[mademyhell]

Trauma tried his hardest not to think about what was happening. Honestly this wasn't the worst injury he'd ever had. it would take a lot to beat what had already happened to him, both back home and here, but it was among the most unsettling.

He flinched when the bullet was suddenly gone and the movement made the nausea worse for all of a moment, and when he reopened them the bullet was in his face.

Oh. That. That had just been in his arm. And wasn't. That was kind of strange to think about. He didn't know why that fact, out of everything was so unsettling, but he had a theory that involved blood loss and he didn't want to actually bring too much attention to it right now.

"We got the okay to try and escape, and they didn't know there were more rioters in the building." Trauma said, after a moment, trying to figure out how best to say all of this. He wasn't sure there was a best. So this is what it was like to be on the other end of this conversation. Trauma didn't like it. "Seemed like SERO."

Trauma wasn't much for eye contact at the best of times, but it was pretty clear at the moment he was downright avoiding it.

[thecrowingtobe]

It didn't take too long, and once he was clear he held the bullet up to the other, before moving to push it into his free hand. "I fucking hate SERO." He said in reply. He hated AGI more maybe. Rioters though. He hated riots. Everyone got pointlessly hurt for no reason at all.

Free handed he moved to take up a thick compression cloth, placing it over the wound and pressing, not even waiting to say this might hurt. He then started to wrap it. It would need to be cleaned better then this, but for now, stop the bleeding.

"I wish I was there. I could have gotten you out. I'm sor--I'm... I just wish I could have helped get you clear. If there were still rioters why on earth would they tell you it was clear. Who's dumb idea was it to move you all out like that." he said, wrapping the bandage, and trying to see how fast it would spot with blood.

[mademyhell]

"Jesus fucking-" Terry flinched when the wound was pressed on. It was probably better that he didn't get a warning, because he'd have found a way to stall or pause. Instead, he just sat with his jaw tense and glaring through his hair. That was unkind, Claudio. And his face should clearly say so, even though he's not talking much right now between feeling horrific and the general bad ideas of the day.

"You couldn't've moved all of us." Trauma said easily, that much was clear to him at the time, and was still clear now. "There were over thirty students in our room, ....And Casey."

"The staff told us to try." Trauma paused, and was clearly trying to work through how best to go over this one. "They thought-Fuck. Could you just-...(Trauma stopped again to glare because the wrapping of his arm hurt and Claudio wasn't exactly being great about warning things now that the bullet was out. How was this his life) They thought all the Rioters were on the west side of the building, but we had a couple."

[thecrowingtobe]

It wasn't like he was being rough, just medically firm. "Sorry!" He said swiftly the first time, moving it to wrap still. If his abilities didn't work right at least it would be wrapped up already, right? He'd rather it slow the bleeding now then anything else. Why chance it?

"I'd get you something for hte pain but this needs to be blocked now. And I could have tried. At least taken two out at a time. That's only like 16 trips or so. Or at least got you and Casey out." He said flatly, frowning. Or he could have covered them all. Or hidden them till it was clear. Or something. ANYTHING.

"Is Casey alright?" He then asked, sympathetically. Poor girl wasn't a Newcomer. If she got too badly hurt that was it. And he liked her. Her and the other friends Trauma had made. "The Staff are fucking idiots to send students out into a riot. They should have waited for a all clear." He huffed, frowning more at the others protests to what he was doing. he let his bloodyish hands go and frowned deeper.

"Gonna try something. Okay?" He said, bringing his hands up and rubbing them together. This time waiting for an okay.

[mademyhell]

"And then you'd have wanted to go back for the whole building. It was a mess." Trauma said, evenly. "The staff was trying but communication was down, tech wards were up. It was Ne-...It was bad."

Terry couldn't really turn his head to look, both from the pain and from the fact that the light headedness would probably mean he'd fall over. And he'd had enough stupid moments today.

"Casey's fine." He said. Casey had gotten out of it pretty well all things considered and Trauma was pretty grateful for that. " Freaked, but fine. She's probably going to have more nightmares than I do, though. "

Trauma paused as Claudio asked to try something. He wasn't sure what, but he trusted Claudio and was willing to see what it was.

When Claudio clearly waited for an answer he rolled his eyes and answered verbally.

"Okay."

[thecrowingtobe]

"How the hell did she get out of it Scott free and you got all bloodied up? I mean, I'm glad she's all right though. I'm just surprised is all." And what did he mean by nightmares... "Must have been a hell zone if it's going to be nightmare fuel though."

He rubbed his hands together and frowned. Licking his lips he rubbed them again and that light orange glow sparked behind the blue of his eyes. With a faint barely there glow in his hands he held up the warm light to the others arm, trying. Trying to heal it. To promote regeneration of the wound.

"If... it hurts. Let... me... know, huh?" He said and for the most part it would be a tingling sensation more then anything else. A strange warm tingling feeling running through the whole of his arm.

[mademyhell]

Trauma did not answer, though his face pretty much said everything. He'd been an idiot, and he'd walked right into danger.

Terry however was almost immediately distracted by Claudio's eyes backlighting and then the feeling sliding down over his arms and through his fingers. What the hell?

He didn't turn to look at it, because that would be a horrible choice and he knew it, but he did continue watching Claudio, because he wasn't sure what was happening.

"It just...Kind of feels like static." He said, finally, after a moment. That wasn't the most accurate description ever, but it was the best he could do. "What are you doing?"

[thecrowingtobe]

And that look said it all. For a moment, no matter what he was doing, he stopped everything to stare. If he were made of other things or if other things took more then he took to regenerate like he did, he would have left him to heal on his own. At least for a while.

"I see." He said flatly, looking away from him and back to the others arm. All energy he had at the time was pressed back to the others body, pushing him to be careful. The glow of his hands though, that was the real energy right now. He pushed a bit more, letting them glow in full, and the look on his face when Trauma asked what he was doing said that he had NO right to even ask whee he had to go to get help for this.

"Static." He said flatly. "Good." He said limply. "It's called making you feel better. Dumbass." He said in a short tone, clear that he was annoyed about something. He did however, let hi hands keep healing up as he worked.