Sometimes a man goes to slay his demons

[deathsdoctor]

Who: Trafalgar Law, Itachi Uchiha, Adele LeBlanc, Gai Tsutsugami, others
What: The fallout from a failed(?) kidnapping
When: 28th of January ongoing
Where: House 22 moving to the Battle Dome
Summary: For every victory a price must be paid, and sometimes the currency is in blood. It’s an arrangement Law’s long accepted; one can’t move ahead without sacrifice after all. But in winning this battle, the cost might not fall on him alone.
Rating: Mature

One of them had hung back.

The world greyed, tunnelled in, and consciousness collapsed, thoughts spiralling down, down, down. One of them had hung back, while the rest had come… come… co…m…e…

Sway. Sway. There is soft moaning. Where is it? Him? Is he making sounds? He should be silent.

Sway. Sway. There is fire on him. Where is it? Fire on his back. His wing. There is fire but no flames. Torn clothing, mangled flesh. Feathers. B-L-O-O-D.

Pain. Blood. Sometimes his vision goes red. His body is… crunchy sometimes, swollen other places, under his careful fingers. Trauma. Broken ribs. Internal bleeding. Down, down, down - look down. Darts in thigh. Shiny.

His head hurts.

Concussion. DRUGGED.

One of them had hung back while the rest had come. Why, why, why? Could it have been scared? No… droid. Sleek droid. Shiny and new. Droids don’t feel fear. It had watched. But it had a brain. Do droids with brains feel fear?

Something hit him. His thigh. Fight we...nt… bad then… can’t think. "… help."

Help.

Very bad. Can’t… THINK. CAN’T REMEMBER. Lightning, parts flying… all smeared and twisted… CAN’T REMEMBER. Grappling. Fabric tearing. Wings exposed.

Agony and the world breaking.

He broke the world. He broke it and the droid left.

All wrong.

Wrong.

T-E-S-T?

(for whom?)

Maybe. Bad.

He doesn’t know.



He broke the world… the forest --- didn’t he? Where was he? This was his house. His front door. Did he walk?

Knock, knock.

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[yourhatred]

[Them? Them who? Malnosso? Someone else?

Itachi's head jerks up, Sharingan spinning, searching out past the fallen pirate for anything that might be following him. If whoever or whatever it was had taken out Law, they could surely present him with difficulty as well.

But he sees nothing.

So instead he focuses back on the man. His skills with Nala aren't as good as they could be when compared to a couple of the other spirits, but he can at least deal with some of the worst of it - make him easier to get where more experienced healers could look at him.

He bends down to help get Law on the floor for the time being.]

Them?

[deathsdoctor]

D-r-o...ids.

[Blackout. Consciousness. Fade in. Fade out. Fade in.

P A I N

Contact with the wing is...







Pain is clarity.]

I... won?

[Fading, fading...]

Why... was it watching... why didn't it...

[yourhatred]

[That's enough of that.]

I'm sorry. Be silent now.

[The first response would be enough for the time being. Everything beyond that leans into babbling territory, and Law doesn't need to waste energy on that.

He can't lay him on his back - especially not with the wing like that, but he can lower him to his knees and let him lean into him long enough for him to perform what healing he can.]

[deathsdoctor]

[Just breathe. Just breathe. It hurts to, but, he must. Breathe.

He leans into to Itachi and hangs his head. Stares dully at the metal darts embedded in his thigh.

It doesn't even occur to him to remove them.

Breathe. Just breathe.

Coughing. Red wells at his lips.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

He's starting to breathe a little easier.]

[yourhatred]

[Healing through magic like this is tiring, and Itachi knows he can't keep it up for too long if he wants the energy to be able to deal with things later. He still has to get Law to a medical facility and make sure he's properly seen to.

The darts, and anything else stuck in the man that might cause more damage if not removed properly, are dealt with quickly after some minor healing to the wing. Just enough to move him. Just enough to keep him from bleeding much more than he has been.]

We're going to the clinic. I will try and be careful.

[deathsdoctor]

Mnn. [A jerking nod and Law's head tilts up slowly to look at the ninja with exhausted, dull eyes that try to focus.

Slump. Then a slight tensing of the muscles as the pirate tries to rally enough so he's not complete dead weight to his partner. Law's a tall man after all, and not light.

And perhaps it's encouraging that not all the fight has left him yet.]

[yourhatred]

[Ah, but Itachi is a ninja. Carrying others larger than himself is not beyond him. They're trained to deal with things like this. Adjusting the injured man in his arms is not a difficult task.

He might hardly feel it as they make the travel, even. Itachi's quick, light footsteps (not to mention certain detours over buildings) take them there faster than would be possible for the average man.

He bursts through the doors soon enough, finding an empty bed for the man without any preamble. Questions can be dealt with once Law is situated.]

[deathsdoctor]

[And Law is silent, except for his breathing and the occasional groan. Still consciousness, but increasingly out of touch with reality.

It... is... familiar, though... the smells he's surrounded with. And he can hear footsteps... and what is going on?

He might question it, but a fit of coughing dashes any disjointed thoughts from his mind. He's somewhere soft, now. Or on something soft.

Maybe it's clouds? Shikamaru would be jealous if it was clouds.]

[yourhatred]

[Convinced that Law is as secure as he's going to be for now, Itachi checks him over one more time just to make sure he hasn't missed any visible injuries (and with the sharingan for any internal ones).

If his barging in hasn't alerted anyone working here that they require help yet, he'll be getting on that right after.

He's not a healer. There's only so much he can do in that regard. But you can bet that there will be someone else at Law's side within the minute.]

[deathsdoctor]

[Aside from the concussion, the mangled wing, internal bleeding and the broken ribs, there is nothing terribly wrong with Law on the inside. None of his injuries are immediately life threatening, though left alone long enough, that will change.

... but there are footsteps coming, and 'long enough' simply isn't happening, and Law's head flops to the side to acknowledge this new presence.]