York hadn't expected things to be so confusing, but he'd never been in a fight while surrounded by and trying to protect civilians. He quickly lost sight of Carolina and shoved down the burst of panic he felt when he realized that -- she could handle herself. She'd be fine. He took down another handful of the armed guards that had rushed to meet the breakout effort and ushered more non-combatants forward, sending a mental command to Delta to help him find Carolina. She'd be fine, but he wanted the assurance of her at his side.
Delta caught her -- to his left, it was always something on his left -- facing a wave coming from that side. Rushing there, to help, York spotted her just in time to see an inexperienced fighter with a shock stick knocked backwards straight into her. She went stiff and shuddered, fell, and York screamed for her though she probably couldn't hear him even if she were conscious. He knew just how much voltage those things held, it was stupid not to know your weapon and he had one in his hand as well. She'd survive, but was definitely knocked out by it, and in danger of being trampled. The crowd parted before his shoving, though, and he was able to get to her. Lift her dead weight into his arms and try to escape the crowd.
That was the last thing he remembered. Now, he was lying somewhere soft and bright, and as he came back to his senses he felt that he was restrained. Opening his eyes and squinting into the light, he recognizes it as some kind of medical bay. The Savrii must have taken him out somehow while he was distracted... his head still feels fuzzy.
"Delta? D, what happened?"
Delta answers him mentally, confirming his suspicions. Then telling him someone else is here.
"You're awake." A gentle voice, of course on his left. York rolls his head to the side to see a woman there, approaching his bedside. "Would you like some water?"
"...please." Then, before she'd even reached him, "Was I brought in with a woman? A redhead."
"She's here," she tells him, nodding off to his other side.
York forces his head up and turns it the other way, looking, and sure enough. Carolina is in a bed several down the row. He exhales in relief and collapses back to the pillow. "Is she okay?"
A hesitation. "She hasn't woken." And then a cup is being offered to him, to tilt his head back up and drink. So he does, and he must have been out for a while himself because he's thirsty, and finishes the cup before speaking again.
"Can I sit with her? I'm not a threat, I didn't want to fight. I was just protecting the others."
"I wasn't there," she says simply, voice hardening a bit. "But many of you were 'protecting' people with your fists. It is not our way."
"You came with weapons."
"It's not my decision to make."
"Do I look like I'm lying? Please. I'll just sit there."
The woman gives him an intent look, almost looking through him rather than at him, and it makes York distinctly uncomfortable. But then she relents, and reaches for his restraints. "I'll get you a chair."
Once his hands are free, York sits up, ignoring the wave of dizziness to look around a little more. There's an armed guard stationed at the door at the far end of the room -- maybe that's the real reason the nurse thought this was okay. Or maybe she'd read his mind. Who knows, with the Savrii? Either way he's getting what he wanted. Moving slowly he slips off the bed and around the others, to Carolina's side. She's similarly restrained but doesn't seem injured. Was it just the taser that knocked her out for this long? He reaches to stroke her hair back from her face and notices a strange, lightning-esque red mark spreading from the back of her neck. Must be where the stick zapped her, that's all. The nurse comes back with a chair and York sits in it gratefully, taking Carolina's hand. And that's where he'll be until she wakes up.
for lina; amnesia
York hadn't expected things to be so confusing, but he'd never been in a fight while surrounded by and trying to protect civilians. He quickly lost sight of Carolina and shoved down the burst of panic he felt when he realized that -- she could handle herself. She'd be fine. He took down another handful of the armed guards that had rushed to meet the breakout effort and ushered more non-combatants forward, sending a mental command to Delta to help him find Carolina. She'd be fine, but he wanted the assurance of her at his side.
Delta caught her -- to his left, it was always something on his left -- facing a wave coming from that side. Rushing there, to help, York spotted her just in time to see an inexperienced fighter with a shock stick knocked backwards straight into her. She went stiff and shuddered, fell, and York screamed for her though she probably couldn't hear him even if she were conscious. He knew just how much voltage those things held, it was stupid not to know your weapon and he had one in his hand as well. She'd survive, but was definitely knocked out by it, and in danger of being trampled. The crowd parted before his shoving, though, and he was able to get to her. Lift her dead weight into his arms and try to escape the crowd.
That was the last thing he remembered. Now, he was lying somewhere soft and bright, and as he came back to his senses he felt that he was restrained. Opening his eyes and squinting into the light, he recognizes it as some kind of medical bay. The Savrii must have taken him out somehow while he was distracted... his head still feels fuzzy.
"Delta? D, what happened?"
Delta answers him mentally, confirming his suspicions. Then telling him someone else is here.
"You're awake." A gentle voice, of course on his left. York rolls his head to the side to see a woman there, approaching his bedside. "Would you like some water?"
"...please." Then, before she'd even reached him, "Was I brought in with a woman? A redhead."
"She's here," she tells him, nodding off to his other side.
York forces his head up and turns it the other way, looking, and sure enough. Carolina is in a bed several down the row. He exhales in relief and collapses back to the pillow. "Is she okay?"
A hesitation. "She hasn't woken." And then a cup is being offered to him, to tilt his head back up and drink. So he does, and he must have been out for a while himself because he's thirsty, and finishes the cup before speaking again.
"Can I sit with her? I'm not a threat, I didn't want to fight. I was just protecting the others."
"I wasn't there," she says simply, voice hardening a bit. "But many of you were 'protecting' people with your fists. It is not our way."
"You came with weapons."
"It's not my decision to make."
"Do I look like I'm lying? Please. I'll just sit there."
The woman gives him an intent look, almost looking through him rather than at him, and it makes York distinctly uncomfortable. But then she relents, and reaches for his restraints. "I'll get you a chair."
Once his hands are free, York sits up, ignoring the wave of dizziness to look around a little more. There's an armed guard stationed at the door at the far end of the room -- maybe that's the real reason the nurse thought this was okay. Or maybe she'd read his mind. Who knows, with the Savrii? Either way he's getting what he wanted. Moving slowly he slips off the bed and around the others, to Carolina's side. She's similarly restrained but doesn't seem injured. Was it just the taser that knocked her out for this long? He reaches to stroke her hair back from her face and notices a strange, lightning-esque red mark spreading from the back of her neck. Must be where the stick zapped her, that's all. The nurse comes back with a chair and York sits in it gratefully, taking Carolina's hand. And that's where he'll be until she wakes up.