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[rumorate]

WHO: Allison Hargreeves + YOU
WHEN: After the Beacon, through their stay at the inn
WHERE: Various.
WHAT: Allison comes back from a canon bump, and she's in not a great place.
WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY, SEASON 3.


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[homeostatic]

( He goes with her to his knees, hands out in case she should pitch onto her head, taking in her various injuries with a quick survey, injecting calm professionalism into his voice as best he can. )

Yeah? And where is "here"? ( it's meant to be a question for cognition, but there's a definite need to know for himself. Bones casts a look around them again, and breathes a sigh of relief when his eye catches the battered medkit roughly where he woke up. A sharp whistle at the NPC draws their attention – "bring that here!" – and he turns back to... Allison, his memory supplies, impossibly. )

I'm a doctor, alright? You're safe for right now. Can you tell me your name and the date?

[rumorate]

Serithca? I think?

[She can't remember specifically which side of the divide the Beacon was on, or of it was outside of Serithca proper, but that's the general vicinity last she checked. It certainly looks familiar enough.]

My name is Allison and ...

[Well, the date throws her. Fortunately she didn't go through a huge amount of time back home. The Hargreeves tend to go from zero to the end of the world in about a week. But a week is still a week, and she doesn't know how long it's been since the beacon was activated.]

I can't remember. It's been like a week for me back home, but I don't know how long it's been here.

[homeostatic]

( Her confirmation feels like a sucker punch, the last of reality settling in harshly, uncompromising. No dream, then, and Yorktown is long gone.

The helpful citizen draws near enough for McCoy to give them a long squint and snatch the kit out of their hands, shooing them away for safer terrain. 'Anywhere but here', surely, while he rummages for what he needs. )

That's all right, ( he tries for assurance, but can't quite keep the ragged edge out of his voice, ) I think that makes two of us.

Ms. Allison, I need you to focus on me now, all right? ( for the both of them, seemingly, while he winds down a brief scan - and keep himself from swearing a blue streak at her other injuries - nodding at the makeshift bandage. )

I'm gonna get your arm patched up since you're still bleeding, and then we'll get ourselves off this... wherever we are. That sound good?

[rumorate]

[She nods, because yes, the arm needs to be looked at. They hadn't had time in the hotel to really do good first aid, so she doesn't fight, holding out her arm to him.]

We did the best we could with what we had, but there wasn't really a lot of time.

[She winces when he pulls back the bandage, and he'll be met with a nice gash that's clean enough to have been caused by a bladed weapon.]