[PRP] deadlights (alexis & jeremiah)

[azuredreams]

Jeremiah, for the second time in so many months, has to deal with the unease of knowing something is wrong. This time, of course, it is Alexis. Except that there is no message to let him know just what it is - not like Preacher who had texted she was going to throw down with Ezra - and instead it's just a sinking feeling.

A knowledge in the back of his mind that something is wrong. It culminates and he's already disappeared from one place and appeared at another. Not far from Darlene's, he notes.

His phone buzzes.

It's Alexis.

Of course it is.

His stomach drops, a low noise of something escaping his throat before he's moving. Jeremiah is quick to find them between the picture and his own innate sense.

"Alexis?" he calls out.

Daekie

 

[Daekie]

Alexis raises their cleaner hand in greeting (right, dominant; they have bruising all around their knuckles but nothing looks too broken) and winces with it (bruising all along their cheek, their nose, the way they pause before speaking implies more than just skin-deep). "Hey." They sound like s**t. Their tongue is bleeding. "Hospital? Think I -- prob'ly need stitches."

They don't take their left hand from the wound. There's blood streaked across the concrete.

"Or -- jacket, at least? Liked this shirt." It's petulant frustration, because they did like this shirt, and now it's cut open down the middle; a pale cut beading up blood on their stomach, in the middle of their collarbone. (It's just a scratch, but it runs straight through what looks like a brand. A key.)

azuredreams

 

[azuredreams]

Jeremiah's eye is still bloodshot but it's fading and the bruising has turned to ugly greens and yellows with only a bit of purpling left. Alexis, of course, looks far worse.

"Hospital," Jeremiah repeats, "is definitely were you're going. I can get you clothing from your house later," a pause, "and probably fix the cut in your shirt but-" It was soaking in blood.

Still, he crouches down and checks their injuries to make sure it would be alright to move them. "What happened?" he asks in a low voice.

Daekie

 

[Daekie]

"Kuroda," Alexis spits, and coughs -- there's dirt in the wound, gravel; it was not the last thing that happened here. "********' -- threw me down, stabbed me, and left - said I didn't have what he wanted, 'cause I didn't have magic, tried t'keep him here -- he laughed at me -" they tense up and shiver, defiant, more than a little miserable. "I'll ******** kill him -"

Another cough. "I can -- walk. Kinda. Probably shouldn't."

azuredreams

 

[azuredreams]

Jeremiah froze. "Kuroda? Did he have a hood on?" It was an odd question to ask but he was going to have to check the location that Kuroda had been at when this attack happened. A mental note was made to check the timestamp and look into the anklet that was on Shun.

"It may not even actually be Kuroda," he said a moment later, "but someone else that is trying to set him up." A pause. "So save your killing desire for that." Jeremiah rolled his eyes, crouching down onto the ground. "I need to tie this off and then I can get you directly to the hospital."

Daekie

 

[Daekie]

"Yeah," Alexis murmured, irritated - yes, he had a hood, he still ******** stabbed me was writ in every fiber of their being, "still gonna kill him - I could have ********' hurt him if I had my <******** magic and now he's gonna - go after someone else - <********>" The wound was bleeding, sluggishly, still; and they winced and curled inwards, hands moving up to put pressure on their head, getting blood in their hair. "<********>, my head hurts."

azuredreams

 

[azuredreams]

"Did he say that?" Jeremiah paused at that, eyes focused on them before he started to move again. His hand flicked, what looked like fabric falling into his hand. It was extremely cold but he was going to use it to wrap the injury to their thigh.

"You've taken several hits," he told them as he worked, "I am surprised you're still conscious."

Daekie

<.< and next post he's gonna be taking them to the hospital

 

[Daekie]

"He wanted somethin'," Alexis hissed; the bruising on their face was deepening, darkening, and it looked like speaking ought to hurt - but they didn't stop. "Didn't get my hands - so 's not worst I've had it -" even though one of their hands was heavily bruised, too. "Had worse," they stated, defiant, keeping their back straight against the wall, teeth clenched.

azuredreams

 

[azuredreams]

"Any clue to that something?" Jeremiah wrapped the injury neatly and quickly before he gestured for them to come closer. "Lean against me, I'll put my arm around you and we'll get you to the hospital."

He simply gave them a look when they said they had worse.

Daekie

i fibbed. next post they're going to the hospital

 

[Daekie]

Alexis scrunched up their face, trying to think back, trying to remember - it barely came to them even when they searched for it, and if the memory had been any older, it wouldn't have reached back at all. "...Fear. Said 'e -- wanted fear."

They pulled the cut edges of their shirt together with one hand, trembling, uncomfortable with having any skin from the base of their neck to the start of their thighs on display. Repositioning to lean against Jeremiah took longer than it felt like it should have, but everything felt like it was taking so long, anyways.

azuredreams

 

[azuredreams]

"Fear?" That- Well, that was not something he would have expected out of Shun that's for sure. "Certainly not what I would have expected from him." Jeremiah paused, once they were leaning against him.

"Bring the edges together," he told them, when they were holding the shirt together, "and I can mend it." Jeremiah could, in fact, do so. The tears in the cloth were fixed once he pinched the edges together between his fingers. Once he was sure they were covered to their satisfaction, he moved his hand away.

Which was about all the warning they got because between one blink and another for them, they were then at the hospital (it was just like breathing for Jeremiah).

... and it was the second time, in so many weeks, that the Chief of Police was having to help someone to the hospital injured. At least this time he could claim it was because it was someone under watch and he was their contact.

Daekie

 

[Daekie]

The lights of the hospital were -- so bright, and Alexis ducked their head, squeezed their eyes shut, winced in pain. The set of their shoulders relaxed a little, anyways. Even though they were trying not to put weight on him, to stay steady on their own, if they thought about balancing their weight and making their way to their feet and staying there - they didn't have to think about how much they hated sterile walls and halls, being told, being clothed in hospital-order gowns, the inevitable fees -

"Don't have insurance," they mumbled, annoyed, "who's gonna pay for this." Back to silence. The bruises on their face were dark.

azuredreams

 

[azuredreams]

"Alexis, spare me. I've got it covered if there's question about who's going to pay for medical bills." Jeremiah's tone, still calm and even, left little room for arguing about this. "You need stitches and maybe a transfusion ..."

He shook his head, still escorting them inside. The looks he was going to get this time were not going to be easy to ignore but at least Alexis would get seen to.

Daekie

will let you handwave their medical care? jer will hang around to talk and whatnot. since, somehow, i imagine he's one of their emergency contacts along with nasir and zac maybe XD

 

[Daekie]

Alexis just mumbled something incoherent, leaning on Jeremiah heavily; more worried about infection, they might have said, but the world was still going a little fuzzy at the edges and their cheek hurt and it felt like there was fire in their veins, burning their thigh out from the inside. Their fingers felt so clumsy, blood smeared on their fingertips -- there was no backtalk, no defiant looks shot at anyone; just the world hazy through their eyelashes.

(As it turned out, they needed a transfusion, at least a little; the sutures were the easy part, because the blade had missed arteries, barely hit muscle - it had mostly just been smaller things, fat and veins, although there was another comment about they shouldn't have been awake, with the pain it would have caused. Alexis just breathed in and out and went somewhere else.)

In the hospital bed, they looked a little better when not bloody, but it wasn't much. Still too-pale, the dark circles under their eyes worse in the light; the bruises on their arms, legs, dark and blooming. (Scratches, on their upper arms. Human nails. Dirt, skin, under their own fingernails.) Their weight had gotten a little better, if nothing else; and they looked at Jeremiah with baleful eyes, searching for something about him to be angry about.

azuredreams

lol yes, probably nasir and jeremiah are their emergency contacts

 

[azuredreams]

Jeremiah was, in all honesty, growing tired of being in the hospital, of having blood on his clothing. Some part of his brain would have been more alright with it being his own but-

An eyebrow was raised at the look he was given, once Alexis was conscious enough and he looked up from his tablet. It disappeared away with a flick of his hand, tucked back away into the space only he could access.

"I've already made the calls, so there is no problem with you being here." Since their ankle monitor was still a thing.

Daekie