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[hippie_ninja]

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[handleyourshit]

[Backdated to during this thread.]

Carver's down. I need help getting him to a doctor. How far out are you?

[She drops a pin for a location in the Down on the very edge of where the city stops.]

[hippie_ninja]

Ten minutes. On my way. What happened?

[Closer to five minutes, the way he maneuvers through the city.]

[handleyourshit]

Don't know. A fight.

Head trauma multi stab

He called me but can't help me walk him further

[hippie_ninja]

[He doesn't say anything more until he's there. He sees the mess Carver is in but it's not the worst he's seen.

Then again, the worst he's seen is slow painful death and this might end up being that.]

Can he walk at all?

[handleyourshit]

Rosita has her gun by her knee, and when Jesus first shows his face she has it in her hand; this is what she spends his approach doing instead of wiping the drying evidence off her cheeks that she's been crying, not that it's obvious in any other way to look at her. Her eyes are clear, her expression focused and her hands steady, and when she sets the gun down again she shakes her head.

"No. It was all we could do to get him this far, and now he's - there's no point in moving him." Because it will kill him anyway, put him through extra pain for no reason when he might have found a way to sink under it now. "I didn't want to leave. You're the only one that answered."

[hippie_ninja]

"Did you try his Dom?" He doesn't know who else would come help Carver. He moves over to check him and takes off his coat, puts it over him. It might help. Probably not but what else can you do when you're waiting for someone to die?

[handleyourshit]

She shakes her head.

"I don't know who it is - and he didn't call them himself."

But now that Jesus is here, there's another option and she looks up at him from where she's sitting close enough to Carver's side that they're touching in multiple places.

"Can you go get someone? Bring them here with a backboard or some supplies or something?" She has no idea where to get any of this. Getting established takes time.

[hippie_ninja]

He looks at her then. Carver called her and not his Dominant?

But then he nods. "I'll be right back. There's a surgeon I've met, Kyle- He's at the hospital. We just have to get him there."

He looks at Carver. "He's not infected anymore. If he dies, you don't need to do anything."

[handleyourshit]

"He said the same thing," she answers, doubtfully; if he dies, she's still going to handle it. She's still going to make sure.

She nods though, and goes back to checking wounds she already knows she can't do anything for.

Jesus hasn't made it back yet when she sends another text: Never mind. We're good here.

[hippie_ninja]

He answers via voice. "What do you mean? Is he dead?"

[handleyourshit]

For the first time ever, Rosita hangs up on him immediately.

She texts a moment later though: Not dead. Need you to trust me. I'll find you later.

It's the next day before she sends another text asking where he is, if he's busy; she'll turn up shortly after, looking none the worse for wear, whatever that's worth.

[hippie_ninja]

He's only been home a few minutes when she gets in, having just left Drake's to come home to rest before he gets ready for work.

He peers upside down from the little loft over the stairs to see who's walking in, then ducks back into his bedroom to pull on a shirt. "Hey. You okay?"

[handleyourshit]

"Yeah," she answers readily, easily. "Yeah, I'm... okay. You? You haven't gotten caught in this fog bullshit, right?"

She's not a paranoid woman, but she may have circled the block just to be sure they're in the clear. The last thing she wants is her and Jesus taking pot shots at each other.

[hippie_ninja]

"Not for long." He has a bruise on his face and his arms are black and blue, but nothing to worry about. "How's Carver?"

[handleyourshit]

"He's..." Her brow furrows, troubled, as she tries to figure out how much to explain - how much she even can.

"On his feet. He went back to his place, didn't want my help to get there." She shrugs helplessly. "Better than he has any right to be, after how I found him."

[hippie_ninja]

He stares at her a moment, trying to make sense of that. He decides rather than try to get answers from her he'll just go to Carver himself, contact him and ask him over, later.

"Are you okay?" After the fog. After everything this month has given them.

[handleyourshit]

Is she okay?

It's a question she translates automatically to are you going to survive?

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." She needed to touch base with someone familiar, someone safe, someone she will never be more complicated with than she is now; she nods. "You?"

[hippie_ninja]

"I'm good." He is watching her still, not quite believing her, not quite sure why he doesn't. "I have to go to work, but- stop in again tomorrow. Or I can come to you."

[handleyourshit]

"I'll call you," she says, abruptly wary of the way he's looking at her, but there's a convenient excuse to rethink this particular decision.

Although she's sincere when she says, "Thanks. For always coming when I need you." Back home, and here.

[hippie_ninja]

"Whatever's going on, you can tell me," he tells her, one hand on her shoulder, before he ducks past her to get his coat. He knows not to try to corner her.

[handleyourshit]

The look she gives him is nonplussed, and she's suspicious enough to stand where she is while he moves around her. She doesn't comment on it, just walks with him at least as far as outside before they split off in their own directions again. She'll figure out something by the time she has to call.

Then the rest of the festival happens, and she doesn't call; she can't, she has no idea where her phone is after the fucking orgy. She does leave a handwritten note on the island in her suite in case Jesus stops there looking for her so he knows she's still here, she hasn't disappeared, but she isn't home for a few days.

Then, she is again like nothing happened, except she still doesn't know where her phone is.

[hippie_ninja]

"Where have you been?"

Jesus is a calm presence even in intense circumstances.

He's not calm right now; he's spent three days worrying about her, on top of worrying about Drake.

[handleyourshit]

It's a tone that makes her eyebrows raise, and would normally bring her out swinging straight back; it doesn't this time because she's surprised to see him at all, let alone that upset.

"Did I forget signing something that required me to check in with you?" she throws back reflexively.

[hippie_ninja]

He's tired. He's stressed. Her response just shuts him up though. "Never mind."

He doesn't even know why he's here, she could have come to find him when she was ready, so he turns. "Sorry to interrupt."

[handleyourshit]

He makes it as far as getting the door open while she argues with herself. It's a swift argument, but it's one she has with herself often so she knows how it ends.

"Jesus, wait -" She won't physically catch him in time, especially if he doesn't want her to, but she reaches out anyway.