Too Much (Open)

[Bailey Oleander]

It was the memories that woke her.  Morning sunlight streamed in through the window, the sky turning over from the brilliant blue Bailey last remembered to a dusky, deeper color.  The beauty of the world outside made no difference to the jarring pain that shot through her body as she woke with a jolt and noise of distress as her thoughts tumbled and stumbled over each other.  She remembered running, dread and desperation.  Panic, and the sense of something being wrong that came too late.

Why was she here?

The remaining member of Squad One winced as she laid a hand on her stomach by reflex, jerking it back with a sharp motion as she tried to get her breathing under control.  That was right: Alex had punched her.  Had told her he knew where Sil and Kirin were, that he would stop them from going to their death, only to turn on her.  She sank back further into the bed if that were possible, blinking as the realization settled in like a stone yoke.

They would be gone now.  All of them.  Blinking back the tears that were already burning her eyes, Bailey reached a hand out blindly, groping for her glasses.  She winced and stopped at her body's protests, how everything felt razor sharp and her stomach felt like a living bruise.  It probably was.  It took a few times, but she gingerly managed to snag them with the tips of her fingers before eventually putting them on.  Everything felt like it was made of lead.

The infirmary.  More dread.  Bailey had no desire to see the walls of this place again, as visitor or patient.  Now it seemed like she might be here a while.  Her green eyes took in the room, already tensing and regretting it as another spasm of pain shot down her side. 

She was stuck here, for now.  Hopefully a nurse or someone would be by soon.  Then she could ask how Rhona was doing.  They could talk, as her friend had put it, because Bailey had no intention of sitting idly by while Cabal just took mass genocide in hand like sugar with their afternoon tea.  She refused.

Frankly, any sort of distraction from her thoughts would be a welcome one.

[Krane Asiv]

Krane would wander in to the room, mock bandages made from clothing on his shoulder where the leak arm used to be. His upper body armor removed completely. He calmly found a bed and sat down waiting patiently. His eyes having dark rings around them having been in and out of consciousness since his arm had been blown from his body.

He looked to Bailey who must of recently come to. Krane would nod in recognition of her presence.

"Missed the battle?"

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey hadn't thought much of the young man who sat in the bed not far from her. She'd heard the alarm go off and the sound of explosions that shook and rattled the ground, but she had been one of those that wasn't able to do much of anything. She worried about who had been present, how they had done, and had received an answer when she saw triage patients come in. Some were cut down, some looked like they might have lost limbs, much like the man beside her.

"Yes." Bailey nodded with her response before turning her head to face the green-haired young man more clearly.  Her eyes widened as she took in the extent of his damage and the general blood that was impossible to miss with her glasses on. "How are you feeling?  What happened?"

[Krane Asiv]

Krane's head would bob backwards from the sudden vertigo. He would narrow his already barely open eyes.

"Unsure. Assault from an unknown enemy force. Numbers, power, tech. They took heavy losses and we're unable to keep up the assault. Forced to retreat."

His eyes would close and his breathing would slow. Before his eyes opened again and he looked at Bailey again.

"My father will not be happy."

[Bailey Oleander]

"I see." She wasn't sure if his comment on being unsure was for how he felt, or the battle that had taken place. Given his tottering even while on the bed, both seemed a safe answer. Frowning, she pushed herself upright with a wince, but was more interested in what the young man was talking about.

"I don't imagine many would be. Not on our side, anyway." She'd wave him over to her. "Are you able to stand safely? Come here if you can, please. I might be able to help you."

[Krane Asiv]

Krane would stand and calmly walk over to Bailey. He kept his blank face as usual as if bored with this whole deal.

"If you can help there are seriously wounded people."

His one good eye glazed over.

[Bailey Oleander]

"Yes, there are. You're one of them." Bailey would advise sternly with frown at the wound that was clearly bleeding where a limb should have been. The way he was going, he wasn't going to make it. She'd shift her legs and gently pull on the man's good arm to get him to sit on the bed. Being short was not a bonus for her hair, and he looked like he'd drop at any minute.

"I will help who I can," she advised, more gentle now as she wove the energy around herself to boost her qi a couple of times over, then wove the web over the gaping would, letting it work to seal off broken blood vessels and soothe torn tissue.

"Why exactly would your father be upset?" It would be best to keep him talking, keep him thinking.

[Krane Asiv]

Krane practically callapsed onto Bailey's bed with little resistance. However at her question he explained.

"I am... The Kraken. My father is Hades... The god of the underworld will not stand idle like other God's."

[Bailey Oleander]

At least his body saw reason, even if his mind did not. It reminded her of back home. Still, the sensation was less than pleasant when Krane hit her bed with the full force of his weight. She bit her bottom lip against the sound of pain that threatened to come out. Bailey would boost her healing ability again to help the process along as fast as she could. There was enough damage it was taking longer than she'd like. Who knew how long he had been bleeding before he found a bed to sit on?

"I see." The words rang out like a red bell in her head. If there were this many wounded, who knew how many had died. Krane's description had been brief, but it left enough to give her an idea.

"And who would he not stand idly by against? You said yourself that the enemy was unknown."

[Krane Asiv]

Krane would turn his head to look at her.

"That is why he won't be happy. I failed to get information. I failed to protect my soldiers."

He wasn't sure if it was the fatigue, the blood loss. He was having trouble maintaining his stoic discipline. His eyes were even watering.

[Bailey Oleander]

Her arms felt like they were made of lead as she continued to heal the wound. Exhausted as she was, Bailey wouldn't give up until it was healed or she passed out herself, whichever happened first. The tears caught her off guard as he spoke of the loss of his soldiers, twisting her heart as recent memories came to mind again. She struggled to take in a breath. Whatever she felt, he needed help now. Her pain could wait.

"It's not failure until you stop trying," she told him, conviction strengthening her words. "When I am working on research or an experiment, things can go wrong. I learn from that and try again. You may have lost a chance for immediate information, but there will be something. I'm sure. We can have people look at the things left behind, or the machines if they were left behind." The words came to her without thought, the little logic lady going off of gut extinct. Apparently, once wasn't enough for her to learn. Or twice.

"I can understand how you feel, I think," she continued softly.

[Krane Asiv]

He put his hand to the bed and pushed off to sit up. Trying to get some real focus he would nod.

"Yeah... I won't quit... Not ever."

With the bleeding stopped finally he'd give his first genuine smile in a long time and pass out sitting up.

[Bailey Oleander]

Reflexively, Bailey would lay against Krane to support him as he pushed himself up, letting it fall back to her side when she saw that he was able to do so on his own. She smiled at him, glad to see her words had been able to encourage him. There were important things to consider with his words, but there would be time for that later.

Like when he was conscious. Startled, Bailey went from thinking that he had a nice smile to reacting in a rush, or as much as she could.

"Nurse!" She'd try to summon a nurse if the bed had the button to do so, not sure if that would be enough with everything so busy now. She wasn't sure if it was exhaustion, blood loss, or both.

"A patient has passed out! Somebody please help!"

[David B.]

David entered, having made the rush trip back as soon as word had reached them. This was why he didn’t go on trips- had he been here, he could have helped put a stop to it all. He moved over and helped lift The Captain up and into the bed, letting out a little sigh. Krane- he’d given so much to Cabal. He folded his arms before turning back to Bailey.

“Ah...Miss Blake. How are we feeling?”

He moved over to check her chart as another doctor came in, covered in blood, to assess Krane.

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey sank back against the bed as Krane was addressed almost immediately; pushing out so much energy right after waking up left her feeling like a wet rag. Still, she held herself partially upright with David Blaze in the room. He wasn't the commander she normally answered to, but that didn't mean much right now other than he had authority over her. She wasn't sure how she felt about any of that, either.

"Hello, Mr. Blaze." She didn't quite know how to answer his question. Besides the physical symptoms, she still felt like a knife had been jammed and twisted in her heart. She didn't know if he would hide things from her, too.

"I'm not sure?" She hadn't exactly taken time to take stock of her own condition. "I believe I am alright," she winced at another spasm, "for the most part." She could feel one of her knees throbbing, the one that had been damaged during the group fight. Hopefully, it was minor.

She'd let the doctor assess Krane in peace before asking about him.