Distressing Development (Infirmary-ish; Blake/Open)

[Bailey Oleander]

While her laser wounds had been tended to, Bailey found herself dealing with a significant amount of pain that had quickly faded into the background.  In her room, she paced back and forth, her hair a mess, frustration rising, and every time she reached out to touch something, she jerked her hands back with a wince.  The doorknob had already broken off, there was a large crack in her desk, her glasses were askew, and she was purposely ignoring anything that had been knocked around or broken.

"This.  Is.  Ridiculous."  She stopped, looking around the room in despair as she fought back the urge to remove or adjust her glasses.  Splinters of wood dotted the floor, and who knew how much ruckus she'd made just by trying to pick something up.  It was like a bull in a china shop.  Every time she tried, she just made things worse.  It looked about how it sounded: like a train wreck.

[Blake Oleander]

She was late. Which was odd, the one good trait that he could give Bailey was that she was punctual. She had weird views of the world that were objectively wrong, she was meek and weak, but she was reliable at the very least. When she didn't show up on time he found it odd. When nearly twenty minutes had passed and she was still nowhere to be found he deduced that something had happened.

The logical place to start would be her room, it was the first destination that he'd set off to. What he saw upon arriving was not what he had expected. Her doorknob had been broken off and the door was slightly ajar. Setting his jaw Blake's sword was drawn in a flash as he kicked open the door to examine the scene. The possibility was strong that there was a strike force infiltrating Cabal looking to disrupt teams by eliminating key targets.

Suspicions that seemed confirmed seeing Bailey, alive, but amidst the wreckage of what had once been her room.

"How many are there and where are they?"

He began to scan the room!

[Bailey Oleander]

No enemy forces were in sight!

Having her door kicked down was definitely not what she expected. Bailey let out a noise that was almost a shriek, grabbing for one of her remaining escrima stick to protect herself from whatever was adding debris to the small hills that already existed. The sound quickly choked off into a started squeak as the weapon shattered in her hand when she turned and discovered her partner, blade drawn and battle ready.

"N-no one." Her cheeks heated to a bright crimson as she let go of the remains of the training weapon. "It's just me." Her voice managed to be smaller somehow with the admission.

[Blake Oleander]

His eyes narrowed, both at her claim that she did this to her own room, and upon seeing her shatter one of her weapons in her hands. If she had been holding back against him he was going to be very displeased...

"Explain."

[Bailey Oleander]

"I don't know." She'd been trying to figure that out when she wasn't distracted by breaking things, but it was difficult at best. Bailey shook her head and took a slow breath, trying to provide what little she kenw of it.

"I just...I can't pick anything up. Or hold it." She gestured to the sticks. "It happened after the scorpion attack."

[Blake Oleander]

He'd sheathe his blade and move over to part of the broken escrima stick. Since the attack she was just breaking things? He didn't really know what to make of it. It was a strange problem, he suspected it had to be more of her freakish nature coming out, much like when his arm first morphed.

"Get checked out at the infirmary. Also, we will be switching you to metal escrima sticks."

As her wooden ones were breaking.

[Bailey Oleander]

Not the first time, and one of the reasons she was grateful he was still her partner, Blake provided the most logical response to the situation. Bailey stared at him for a few seconds with side eyes as her stomach performed acrobatics unknown to mankind. Walk. To the infirmary. Without touching or breaking anything by accident, including herself.

"Right." She took a deep breath to the point her shoulders raised and sank, glancing around the room in dismay and not arguing with the upgrade in sticks. At least the door was kicked in so she wouldn't have to touch it.

"I'm sorry." She knew she was late. The panic hadn't helped.

[Blake Oleander]

"It's fine."

He remembered when he first transformed. It was a stressful situation that he was not prepared to handle. No one really had been. He was thankful that the Elders had been calm in figuring out how to handle it and him, even if he didn't like the choice they made. The fact that it was a logical solution made with a calm mind brought him comfort to this day. He might never live up to the standards of his Elders, but he could try to learn from their example and replicate it to the best of his ability for this situation.

"Follow me."

And with that Blake would lead the way, he'd handle things like doors for her. Just to be safe.

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey nodded in relief and would follow after Blake, her hands down at her sides and flat as she silently prayed nothing and no one would come into contact with her.

[Blake Oleander]

It seemed that they were lucky in that no one bothered them, or rather to say, no one dared bother them with Blake stomping ahead taking point with a more frustrated look than normal etched onto his face. He'd say nothing to Bailey to reassure her, honestly, her situation sucked and he had nothing to make her feel better. Nor did he care that much about how frustrated or upset she was feeling, even if he could understand. But actions would do more than empty platitudes ever could.

When they reached the infirmary Blake would loudly knock three times.

[Arianna Barrial]

One half of the double doors swung open, and Arianna propped her foot against the bottom of the door. Pale gold eyes flicked over the young man before her. He looked pissed, not hurt.

"You're not hurt. How can I help you?"

[Blake Oleander]

"I'm not the one that needs help. My partner does."

He jerked his thumb back toward Bailey as he stared down the doctor.

[Bailey Oleander]

It was a small miracle, but one Bailey would take. Some of the tension returned as they walked the halls, but with everyone off on missions or other things, she didn't run into anyone she knew and no one ran into her literally. Part of it was probably Blake; he tended to be prickly, and if the expression he wore was anything like the one when he kicked her door down, it probably kept people at bay.

"Hi," she managed, raising hand briefly before quickly dropping it back to her side. Arianna would be able to see cuts and quite a few splinters on her palm and fingers. "I'm the one, actually. I'm pretty sure I'm not sick, but I've not been able to stop breaking things since I came back from my last mission."

[Arianna Barrial]

"I gathered you didn't." Arianna returned, succinct but gentle, and then peered to the side, around Blake with a half-step that didn't move the door. Much shorter than Blake there was a young woman, and also the reason she couldn't have seen her with Blake easily taller than herself by several inches. She listened, eyes sweeping over the young woman that was about to be her patient.

"I see." So she would have to be careful, then. "Why don't you come inside and I can sort out your hands for you?"

She stepped back but held the door open, allowing her to pass into the infirmary, along with the prickly male that was her partner.

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey would nod silently and follow Arianna to whatever room she was lead, careful not to touch anyone or anything if she could help it.

"Thank you," she murmured to Blake as she passed by him to enter the infirmary. She had no idea if he'd stay or if he cared much, but he'd done her a huge favor and had been a solid source of logic, a reminder that life moved on.