As soon as she snuffed the call, Windy leaped up, grabbed her cycle, and rushed to Morning Main's,
cutting across dim alleyways when the roads proved congested by the accident, her shield cracking a couple times against the walls of buildings that its perimeter scuffed against in her hurry. She hadn't charged or fed the cycle and it was dimming somewhat, and almost completely dark by the time she managed to make it to outside the hospital.
The area outside of it, which had a broad, curved road to aid in the dropping off of emergency patients, was completely full. She swallowed slightly at the sight of it, and turned away from someone who was being hauled from the back of a carriage, bleeding profusely and emitting driblets of sparks. This wasn't the worst chargestorm that had happened ever, but it did seem to be one of the worst that had happened in a while. It definitely had a magnitude greater than what Depart. 712 was hoping would ever happen again.
The area was well-lit here by tall lamps and by the lights being emitted from the ambulance carriages, but she still had to squint to try and spot Rael. The connection was tugging and she had the sense that he was definitely waiting outside for her, somewhere in this mess, and not inside.
"Rael," she tried calling, and then backed up a bit, locked her cycle in place, and then stood up on the seat of it. She scanned the area again and then cupped her hands over her mouth. "Rael!"
Her gaze swept back and forth over the huge entrance of Morning Main's, and she spotted a figure sitting on the steps. She stared at him more intensely, willed him to look up, and he did, his head moving slowly. He blinked up at her with the disconcerting numbness that he had ever since he had waken up, and then began to stand and walk toward her, slowly and fearlessly navigating the road. Ambulances were crashing back and forth, splashing sparks everywhere and crunching like monsters, and he made his way through all of it like he was just walking on a normal road, and not between things that could crush him into pieces of melting flesh.
She winced at the thought of it and nearly shouted at him to stop, but now he was pretty much all the way through, and then there he was in front of her, smiling calmly.
"Hello, Win. They've let me out early."
His voice so formal and detached. She covered her fear. She had wanted him to be completely fixed before he left that place. Now that he had been expelled, she knew that close to nothing would ever convince them to take him back again, short of exorbitant amounts of money that she didn't have.
"Great," she said, with as much luster as she could bear. "Come on and get on the cycle then and we can...get home. Oh...do you still remember how a cycle works?"
The area outside of it, which had a broad, curved road to aid in the dropping off of emergency patients, was completely full. She swallowed slightly at the sight of it, and turned away from someone who was being hauled from the back of a carriage, bleeding profusely and emitting driblets of sparks. This wasn't the worst chargestorm that had happened ever, but it did seem to be one of the worst that had happened in a while. It definitely had a magnitude greater than what Depart. 712 was hoping would ever happen again.
The area was well-lit here by tall lamps and by the lights being emitted from the ambulance carriages, but she still had to squint to try and spot Rael. The connection was tugging and she had the sense that he was definitely waiting outside for her, somewhere in this mess, and not inside.
"Rael," she tried calling, and then backed up a bit, locked her cycle in place, and then stood up on the seat of it. She scanned the area again and then cupped her hands over her mouth. "Rael!"
Her gaze swept back and forth over the huge entrance of Morning Main's, and she spotted a figure sitting on the steps. She stared at him more intensely, willed him to look up, and he did, his head moving slowly. He blinked up at her with the disconcerting numbness that he had ever since he had waken up, and then began to stand and walk toward her, slowly and fearlessly navigating the road. Ambulances were crashing back and forth, splashing sparks everywhere and crunching like monsters, and he made his way through all of it like he was just walking on a normal road, and not between things that could crush him into pieces of melting flesh.
She winced at the thought of it and nearly shouted at him to stop, but now he was pretty much all the way through, and then there he was in front of her, smiling calmly.
"Hello, Win. They've let me out early."
His voice so formal and detached. She covered her fear. She had wanted him to be completely fixed before he left that place. Now that he had been expelled, she knew that close to nothing would ever convince them to take him back again, short of exorbitant amounts of money that she didn't have.
"Great," she said, with as much luster as she could bear. "Come on and get on the cycle then and we can...get home. Oh...do you still remember how a cycle works?"
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