Hospital 2} Zydeca, Owen, Thresh, Claroy

Zydeca played by Orange, Owen played by Kiwi, Thresh played by Kiki, Claroy played by Leng

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Despite being unconscious, we open this scene with Zyd's point of view. It was just coming too, fortunately, realizing that it was getting half-dragged... somewhere. It couldn't feel the end of its arm at all, which probably wasn't a good thing, but it wasn't concerned about that. It blinked, trying to clear its vision-- oh, there was Thresh. And that human guy, Owen? Something stupid like that. They were all in front of the hospital. Zyd's arm began to hurt again, and it finally noticed the trail of blood that led to the end of the block, going around the corner and out of sight.
"Why're we just standing here," it managed to say, despite its mouth being incredibly dry all of a sudden. And the fact that it wasn't standing.

"Thresh are we ready to go in?" Owen asked. His hands where still on Zyd's back keeping it supported. "Hey Zyd, you're awake how are you feeling?"

Thresh nodded, pulling Zyd a bit higher up to go check it in. "You passed out, dumbass. You lost too much blood. Come on, hang on a little bit, help me out here."

"Look at me, I'm a beacon of health" it muttered to Owen, trying to stand up better. It managed to practically climb up the other two, smearing both with half-dried gold blood, with no insignificant amount of mumbled cursing and complaining. Why were hospitals so bright? Maybe it was just the lack of its glasses, but the stark lights seemed blinding. Hearing seemed bad, too-- it had been a good while since Zyd got so injured as to need Thresh (and Owen's?) help, and it was remembering exactly how not fun it was.

"Hey hey stop it Zyd" Owen tried to keep holding it up but it was a but heavy. "Is it the lights, I can give you my hoodie to cover your eyes byr ya gotta hold onto thresh so I can take it off."

Thresh was nearly thrown off balance, leaning on Owen for assistance. "Zyd, you dumb motherfucker, this is the opposite of helping." he said, in a very worried-yet-agitated tone, hoping the automatic doors would just finally open despite the button being too far for him to reach... just a little farther...

Zyd clawed its way back up Thresh, letting Owen free for a second. "Fuck you, I know you're strong enough to carry me," it said, clutching him with all the force of someone with one weak arm and one considerably weaker arm. It was a miracle no one had just fallen over yet.

Owen quickly wiggled his hoodie off and put it in front of Zyds face. "There" he said before putting his hands back on it's back. "Come on Thresh we need to go in,"

Thresh finally reached the button and headed inside with Zyd, narrowly avoiding whacking its horns on the doorway since it was acting like a pissed-off cat - he successfully got to the waiting room and sat it in a chair, and went to the desk to check it in.

Zyd got itself all nice and sitting up in the chair, with its arm hanging limp at its side. It couldn't see shit anymore, and was entirely willing to grumble about it, but felt around with its good arm as exaggeratedly as possible-- before apparently finding Owen and latching onto him. "Suck my bulge, Thresh, I'm practically dying here, my arm's killing me..." and so on and so forth. Zyd had absolutely mistaken Owen for Thresh.

Owen chuckled softly and pat Zyds hand "Thresh is at the counter checking you in Zyd I'm Owen." He hummed and tapped his food looking around.

Thresh came back a few minutes later, sitting down across from the two, crossing one leg over the other. "Zyd.. I have a question.
What the fuck happened? Where are your glasses?"

Zyd, still with a hoodie firmly in place over its face, and still holding onto Owen as if for dear life, crumpled back in the waiting room's chair. Thresh was not going to like the news. "Went to the carnival," it said shortly. "Got attacked by the ringleader and her lackeys, that little fucker got me in the arm."

Owen just sat there being held onto, he wasnt going to be a very helpful member in this conversation

He sat still for a second, thinking. "Wait, the carnival? Like, that one? With.. those 2. You know? The purplebloods? The one with the hat, and the.. one that is just.. kinda mean for no reason sometimes?"

"No, it was a human carnival and I got bit by a barkbeast." Zyd let go of Owen to throw its arms in the air, instantly regretting it with a short cry of pain. "Fuck-- yes, that carnival." As its arms fell back down, Owen may or may not have gotten slapped in the face. Sorry, man.

"Ouch Zyd!" Owen hissed and covered his face "don't throw your arms around like that when you cant see, and when your injured," he rubbed his cheek now pouting.

Thresh hurried over to pat Owen's cheek, somehow thinking that was a cure for the new soreness that had just popped up on his cheek.
It wasn't, but it's the thought that counts.
"Don't hit my matesprit like that..." he said, in a very pouty voice, finishing it right afterwards with "I'll go over there and grab the glasses for you, but
Was that goldblood part of it? They looked fucking terrible."

Zyd had crumpled down into its chair again, before popping up. "Matesprit!?" It shouted, jumping to its feet and attempting to turn around to look at the other two. Unfortunately, due to the possibly-life-threatening blood loss and blindfoldedness, it immediately fell down. Ouch. Possibly no longer conscious, definitely not moving.

"Your what?" Owen asked confused then looked back at Zyd, "if you keep freaking out like that it's just going to get worse stop,"

"My matesprit." Thresh said helpfully, trying to gently slap Zyd awake.

"What does that mean???" Owen looked at him and then to Zyd

Zyd was out cold, but soon enough some medical trolls were suddenly present and carting it away. Sure, of course Owen and Thresh could go with them, that's how hospitals work! You just get to hang out, or something. I've never been to a hospital before, why am I writing the NPC portions. Help.

Thresh followed with Owen, choosing to remain silent on what matesprit meant. He'd learn soon enough, Thresh was sure. Positive, even. Like, the feelings were mutual, obviously.

Owen wasnt going to let that go so easily "Thresh what does that word mean, its gotta be troll lingo,"

Once Zyd was all situated in one of those fancy hospital beds, yadda yadda medical procedure things happened, ultimately leading to the necessity of a blood transfusion. Apparently one of those bite marks punctured an artery, which as we all know, is not a good thing. Arteries should remain unpunctured whenever possible. And Zyd was still unconscious, but probably not for long.

The wait was a bit longer than it should have been, given that the hospital was having a problem with things going missing lately. They didn't have any gold blood on hand so had to call in a specialist when it comes to transfusions using other bloods.
But it all worked out in the end and Zyd was handily taken care of. He was now resting in the recovery area with the specialist watching over him and visitation just opening back up to those who cared to visit.
Claroy busied himself with organizing the medical supply cabinet. How did they let it get so out of hand? He didn't see why it needed to be him staying with the patient, as his work was already done. He hypothesized that it was likely an attempt to bother him, as he'd much rather be back in his lab working on his own projects. He picked up a tray of scalpels and headed toward the other side of the room to set them with the other items he found that didn't belong here, passing the bed in the process.

It just so happened, oh-so-conveniently, that Zyd was coming to! The first signs of life were mumbled cursing, of course, as it squeezed its eyes shut before opening them. Why was it always so bright? It tried to sit up, blinking blearily... and wasn't able to recognize too much. Was Thresh around? The last thing Zyd remembered that comment about being Owen's matesprit... And now its head hurt. There was no way he was being serious, right? They couldn't have known each other for more than a couple nights, and it could have sworn one of them mentioned meeting in front of a club... It tried to reach up to rub its eyes, before realizing its arm was being held in place by medical devices it couldn't name if it wanted to.
So what else was there to do, besides take a look around the room? Still bleary, it mostly saw white walls, white ceiling, violet... Violet? It blinked again.
What happened next could only be explained by Zyd still being confused, despite all that nice new blood pumping through its system. What it tried to do was it let loose an incredibly loud shriek, blast the whole room out with its psionics, and run away.
What actually happened was... more underwhelming. The shriek at least lived up to Zyd's expectations, but the psionics not so much. Barely emitting a few sparks, it proceeded to roll out of the bed and flop to the floor. Ouch.

Claroy was startled be the sudden shriek and bed rolling. He didn't jump though, having lost his flightiness some time ago. He rolled his eyes and continued on his way, setting the sharp objects down before going to check on the confused troll.
Clearly they should have left someone in there with him, his bedside manner was lacking, even he knew that much. Where was Koar when you needed him? Not where you wanted him, that was for sure.
"Are you alrijhd? I mean, I zubboze cuide clearly, you're nod doinj ezdreamly well, bud, abard vorm recovery, haz vallinj on dhe vloor injured you vurdher? Do you need azzizdance in jeddinj back ondo dhe recuberadion bladvorm?" He asked, walking over to help if he could, though really that was not his job in the slightest.

Zyd groaned from the floor, momentarily overcome by pain-- before flailing back around to somewhat-face Claroy and try its psionics again. The effect was still less than impressive, only strong enough to knock Zyd's head back onto the floor. Double ouch. Now it was laying half on its back, half on its side, with a nasty crack in the head to boot. Maybe it was time to stop moving again.
So now it was on the floor, barely conscious again, and entirely willing to lash out at anyone that came near it. At least it didn't have especially long nails to scratch with.

Claroy frowned, displeased for having to deal with this on his own. "I azzume vrom your reacdion dhad you are vrom Aldernia. Iv dhad iz dhe caze, dhiz iz, in vacd, a buildinj ov healinj and nod.. well whadever you dhink id mijhd be. I don'd know whad zilly, and yed horrivic, dhinjz you aldernianz jed ub do, bud I'll have non ov dhad here."
He waved a hand around to show that he meant the room they were in, as if it wasn't clear.

After hearing the Zyd screech, Owen gave a look to Thresh and then took off for Zyd's room. He would make sure to continue the questioning about this "matesprite" buisness later but right now he needed to make sure that the goldblood was okay. When he got to the door he basicly threw it open "Zyd!!"

Claroy sighed as the door burst open and took a few steps back, just in case someone thought dramatically rushing past was the move to make. This is why he hated bedside duty. Well, one reason anyway. Things always got so dramatic it was such a bother.
"Yez yez, we're all vine here. No reazon do jo zhoudinj juzd becauze zomeone elze did id. Idz more dhan unnezzecary, and, do be honezd, cuide irridadinj."

The Zyd-shaped lump on the floor cried out, using its good arm to prop itself into a sitting position. "Get the fuck out of here, Owen!" It shouted, trying to get on its feet by practically climbing out of bed. The sudden appearance of the human apparently imbued Zyd with new strength. No crazy scientists were going to steal its' eyes, not if it had anything to say about it! While still clinging to the bed, of course it tried to blast its psionics at Claroy again. While, again, it managed nothing but a nice crackle, we can all assume Zyd's doing its best.

"While I underzdand my bedzide manner leave a bid do be dezired, I hardly zee dhad az reazon do condinuizly addembd do zhood my widh your bowerz. I mijhd conzider id a bid rude, iv I wazn'd zure dhad you were convuzed vrom your brcedure. Your bowerz zhould zdard workinj ajain in an hour or zo, iv dhad eaziez your mind. Berhabz learn do keeb dhem do yourzelv in dhad dime."
Claroy finally turned to look at the new comer and was a bit surprised to see it was a human. Maybe this troll did know what a hospital was, if it was friends with a human. Well that took the worry about how to explain it out of Claroy's mind, at the least.
"Owen, I brezume?" He asked the dumbfounded and confused looking human. "I abbolojize, id would zeem dhey are nod yed ready vor vizidorz, I am cuide zure dhey didn'd mean do be rude dellinj you do jed oud. Berhabz dhey need a bid more dime do rezd. Beinj on dhe vloor and zcreaminj I'm zure izn'd helbinj dhe madder much. Would you be zo kinda az do azzizd me in reblaceinj dhem ondo dhe healinj bladvorm?"

Thresh came in behind Owen, staring confusedly at the goldblooded blob in the middle of the room.
"You need me to help it up there? Looks like it's losing its shit a little bit." he asked, not hearing a word Claroy had just said, very helpfully. He came a bit closer and held his hand out for Zyd. "You okay? You've been out for a long while now."

Owen followed Thresh over to Zyd, and gave Claroy an apologetic smile. He crouched down near Zyd and also gave it a smile "hey it's alright okay, I know hospitals can be scary and such but, the Dr. is just trying to help,"

Claroy waved a hand as if trying to clear the implied apology from the air. He turned abruptly back to head back to the carbonate in desperate need of reordering, the seashells dangling from his antler like horns clinking against each other like wind chimes.

Zyd, for its part, still couldn't see for shit. Chalk it up to having bad eyesight already, combined with a lot of burned-out psionic clouding. "You aren't getting it! That's the guy from the carnival! You can't-- both of you need to get out!" Mistaking purple for violet, as many are prone to doing, Zyd flung itself against the wall-- no, a window. Fuck, it was dizzy. It was dizzy, it couldn't see anything, the crazy eye troll was back, and its friends weren't listening! Of course, it would be up to Zyd to get itself out of there-- Thresh could fend for himself, and he seemed all hot and bothered over that Owen guy-- they'd be fine. Zyd, though, could only think of one alternative.
A very stupid alternative.
In a last-ditch effort to attack the troll who was definitely Razzor, it tried out its psionics one last time. Who knows, maybe Claroy quoted the time wrong, maybe Zyd was unlocking some new level of power, or maybe just for the sake of plot convenience, it worked. Not that Zyd actually hit anyone directly, it mainly succeeded in causing some property damage and flinging itself through the window.
Ouch. That was going to hurt.

Claroy finally reacted with more than a stoic sigh or eye roll. The word 'carnival' seemed to cause him so very real fear, as he looked around quickly, almost undoing his organizational work with his horns. Once he realized the new guest was the only vaguely clown looking person though, he calmed himself and went about straitening his clothing.
He'd done his part, he wasn't about to force Zyd to stay in bed if it was that adamant about leaving it. Though really it did undermine much of his hard work on patching the idiot up. No matter, that was his job after all, he could simply do it again.

Owen ran over to the window and stuck his head out "Zyd! Stop it your going to hurt yourself please you've lost enough blood as it is!" He basically pleaded with the goldblood his face full of worry for Zyd and its escapades.

Thresh hurried to the window with Owen, shoving his head out the window as well. "You fucking idiot. That's not even the same guy! Are you okay??"
He started to climb out of the window as well, just in a safer manner so that he would land on his feet. Even though he could just as easily of walked around. Purplebloods, man.

In the moments Zyd fell, it came to a few realizations.
It broke through glass, which was now embedded in its back, and that hurt.
It was suddenly a lot brighter-- was that the sun?
It was falling.
Oh fuck.

Owen saw that he still had time, well not really, but everything was moving so fast and he barely had an idea to what was going on when he reached his hand out the window. He must have slipped because his feet came off the ground and before he can stop it he had fallen out the window.

Koar looked up at the sound of broken glass and watched as a cute little troll fell from the building. Well it wasn't one of his cute little trolls. But gosh trolls sure were silly always falling, jumping, or getting tossed from things! It was one of the joys or parenting really, catching falling trolls and setting them on tier feet. Never could get enough practice with it, so might as well try for a catch!
Koar set his bag of fresh shells down, having just come from the beach, and swished his massive tail in anticipation, causing people to have to dodge out of the way. He lept up to try and catch it in his mouth, and say the second troll jump down after it.
Ohho? A challange!
Well nothing he couldn't handle, surely. He juggled raising three of them after all! He then saw yet a third following. Oh boy! And this one was a human. They weren't as cute as trolls really, but they were far more squishy. May as well try for all three!

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Zyd knew its face was to the sky, it was going to land on its back-- it would break, right? Was it going to die? Right here? Wait. Wait, fuck. Someone was getting out the window, though all it could see was blobs of color-- was it Thresh? Was it the eye guy, coming to harvest Zyd after it landed? Was--
Then it was suddenly not falling. Most of what it was feeling was still pain, now exacerbated by having landed on its back, but... was that fur? Or scales? Slothmom? Was it dead already? Did death feel like scales and fur?
All of those questions were too much, as was the new blood loss. How deep had that glass dug in? The only solution Zyd could think of was to pass out again. Snzzzzz.

Owen came down after Zyd, feeling his life flash before his eyes. He looked up to the sky damn Owen you sure are a clutz, god there was so much he wanted to do with his life that he wasn't going to get to. He reached a hand out to the sky and shut his eyes, then his back hit something soft and scaly and not concrete. He opened his eyes to realize that he wasn't in fact dead but the wind had been knocked out of him. The mix of the falling and the flashing and the low oxygen made him pass out. He was out cold on top of a Lusus beside Zyd, what an interesting place to be.

Not his mouth, but a catch none the less! And thats what mattered. They both seemed alive enough up there, had he missed the third?
Kaor looked around for the sneaky little thing.

Claroy sighed and felt that the supplies could wait, he went to glance out the window, wondering how this would end up getting blamed on him. He didn't tell them to jump out the window, but he also assumed they all knew not to. This is why you shouldn't assume, he supposed. Was he going to have to warn every patient not to go jumping out of windows from now on?

Thresh finally finished scaling the wall of the hospital, landing safely next to them both and heavily confusing a physical therapy patient on the first floor.
He was now going to have to carry his moirail and his matesprit up back to the hospital. Who was this? What in the world happened? Why were they both compelled to jump out of a window? Well, time to try to help Kaor out, at least. He huffed and pulled Zyd onto his back again, tying its arms around his neck with his coat sleeves.

Zyd was still unconscious. And bloody anew. It was kind of gross, actually. At least it wasn't too heavy, especially not for the physical prowess of a purpleblood.

Claroy frowned at the scene. All of them on his lusus? That wasn't good, not at all. "Koar, whad are you doinj? Whad? Id'z nod vunny, you zdob dhad luajhinj! You bedder nod dake dhem do dhe lab! Come back ub here widh dhem, I need do viz dhad jumby one ajain." He fussed as if he was actually talking with the giant idiot.

Koar grinned mischievously up as his fussy little troll. Now that all three of them were on his back, the lusus stuck his tail in the air and started trotting off with them.

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