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[turntex]

[The post that pops up in the feed in the middle of the night doesn't appear to be made with Dave's comm device, but it's Dave that pops up on the screen anyway, and he looks like hell. A split lip, a bruise blossoming along the jaw, nose bloodied, and...there appears to be a dirty sock caught on the collar of his uniform?

Honestly, the weirdest part is probably that it's a video post in the first place. He doesn't have time to sit around messing with this too much, though. Even as practiced at typing as he is, it's harder to do while moving and judging by the background, he's definitely on the move.]

Rise and shine, [PROFANITY CENSORED]. Elevator closest to the infirmary. I know y'all are functionally a bunch of temporally helpless infants, all shaky legged, eyes barely open and all that, but I need you to get your [PROFANITY CENSORED] down here yesterday regardless.

[He's not even trying to dance around the vulgarity filter. It's real bad.]

Found our baddie. Tall lady, redhead, red tattoos. She originally had on a suit and a blonde wig and some kinda mask but no idea if she's sticking with all that. Crazy strong and fast. Pretty sure she can heal herself up, so that's awesome. Lots of ninja weapons, like this [PROFANITY CENSORED] not only ripped off Tenten's skin but also her whole schtick, it's pretty insulting honestly. The skin thing's probably still a bigger deal but hey, I'd be pissed.

[He's babbling a little, half mumbling by the end there, but his expression remains flat and unreadable the whole time. Finally he seems to get where he's going and he pauses, swinging the camera around to the scene in question. Blood everywhere, dents and furrows in the metal walls, smoke still pouring out from the elevator shaft.

The camera spins back to him, and he somehow only looks more tense.]

She got Wash. Probably someone else too, judging by the blood she already had on her when we ran into her, but [PROFANITY CENSORED] if I know who or where.

[He leaves it at that.

For anyone actually sleeping like a normal person at this time, someone comes running through the dorm area soon afterward to bang on walls and make sure people wake up. Seems like Dave sent over the people that had been on watch outside the infirmary.]

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[turntex]

[It's a few minutes before he responds, because there's been a new development in the situation. When he finally does answer, it's with the video at an odd angle, like the comm is sitting on the ground while Dave is distracted doing something.

He does, however, manage to shoot the screen an incredulous, annoyed look. That fact that that much is conveyed despite the ever-present shades says a lot, honestly.]

You can't bang on someone's door to get directions? I've kinda got my hands full here.

[He might be in the middle of trying to staunch multiple major wounds at the same time, and one of his arms is mostly incapacitated. It's a bit of a struggle.]

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[bothbarrels]

[ By this time someone has been making the rounds, banging on doors and shouting, and North was able to get directions from them. He's already on his way, walking about as fast as his legs can carry him, which is pretty fast considering his height. ]

Got it. I'm already on my way.

[ He makes it shortly thereafter. The scene is chaotic, and Dave himself seems in bad shape. North sort of actually forgets about Wash for a moment. There's too much going on here to continue thinking about that. ]

You need help?

[turntex]

[Dave has a much harder time forgetting about Wash, given he's currently half on top of him, trying to keep pressure on a chest injury with one knee while attempting to tie another wad of fabric in place over an injury on Wash's leg. He glances up as someone finally makes an appearance.]

Nah, I'm havin' a ball over here on my own. This ball is all mine, I have sole ownership of the ball and it's goddamn thrilling.

[It's a dry, sarcastic drawl, slightly tinged with a Texan accent. One might get the sense that he is not, in fact, having a great time.]

[bothbarrels]

[ Now that he has a better view he does notice that Wash is underneath Dave. North crouches and makes a quick assessment of the situation, ignoring Dave's sarcasm. He's used to that kind of thing. ]

You take care of your own wound and I'll take over putting pressure on his.

[ He moves to put his own knee on Wash's chest so that there's no lack of pressure at any point. He prepares also to finish tying the cloth over Wash's leg. ]

[parannoyed]

Oof, you're heavy. Also that hurts. Can we not with the hurting?

[He is clearly delirious.]

I'm fiiine. S'not a big deal, I lose so much blood, all the time.

[bothbarrels]

[ Oh, man. That's not good. North tries to keep the pressure even, but not too intense. ]

It's all right, Wash. We try to keep as much of it inside as we can, even if you're used to losing it.

[ A moment later, he's finished tying the cloth on Wash's leg, and he switches to using his hands for the pressure on his chest wound. ]

Tell me how this happened, Wash. Do you remember?

[greyaria]

[Before Wash has a chance to answer, Emily comes barreling down the corridor, a large safety orange bag with a reflective cross on it bouncing over her shoulder.]

Is he conscious?

[Without losing momentum, she drops to her knees beside Wash and North, outright sliding last couple of feet and unslinging her medical kit in a single motion that suggests she does this sort of thing a lot.]

[parannoyed]

[He is. Barely.]

Dave can explain. He saw.

[The possibility that North might be asking him specifically to try to keep him talking goes right over his head.]

Hiii, Dr. Grey.

[Is that...a familiarity in his voice? Having his head knocked around and being half-exsanguinated has put his brain into an interesting state of being. Despite the fact he should be more disoriented than ever, for just a moment when he looks up at her, his gaze is full of recognition and familiarity.]

You're going to stick me with things that make me go fwishoghdsdh. Aren't you.

[Yes, that was a verbal keysmash. He's referring to being shot up with adrenaline.]

Well, fwishoghdsdh away.

[His eyes start fluttering closed.]

S'just...more than... - more than...the usual amount of stabbing. S'all.

[He'll be fine, he's just...maybe a little too extra stabbed at the moment. He just needs to rest, that's all.]

Jus'... jus' need to rest my eyes...for a second...

[bothbarrels]

[ He answers Emily before Wash gets a chance to speak: ]

Just barely.

[ Indeed, he'd asked the question to keep Wash awake, and it seems to have worked, at least for a moment. But then Wash closes his eyes, and North gives Emily a concerned glance. ]

Wash! It's important you tell me what happened, okay, buddy? Don't close your eyes yet.