markofthebrave | [ Action, Voice ] .031

[If you are passing by the Southmost bridge at just the right time, you will find it hard not to notice the girl in an unusual dress and boots facedown on the ground. One shoulder is strangely disjointed, and there are bruises up and down her arms, particularly violent ones around her wrists. She looks like nothing more than a broken and discarded doll.

As the sun continues to set, the coolness in the ground will cause her to start to stir. When she sits up, she grimaces, moving as if there might be something wrong with her ribs. If you happen to be looking at her as she does, you'll notice the sickening blue and yellow bruise spread across her right collarbone, the lovely shiner on her eye.

The wonderful thing about Luceti? Sometimes there's a journal right where you need it. She barely has enough presence of mind to make sure the picture points away from her face, but her voice is very tired.]

Sokka, Aang - I'm back. [Sorry Suki, Zuko.] I'm okay.

[10 100 (thank you, Shikamaru) percent filter to Chopper, Raine]
Hey guys, if you're there - I could use a little help.

[She doesn't want her brother and Aang to see her like this.]

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[As for Michael, he's undecided on if he should be worried or angry- which lends to a less than pleasant expression on his face in the meantime.]

I certainly hope so...

Wait, Katara! [She's panicking - in any other situation, he would be, too - but he's not sure if moving around like that while insubstantial would still aggravate her injuries, and he's not wiling to find out.] Can you control it?

Control it? I don't even know what's happening!

[She's still transparent as she speaks - when suddenly she's made solid again, feels the pressure of their hands again, the pain of her shoulder and she winces silently.] Chopper - quick! Before it happens again.

[Good thing she'd pulled her hands away.

And she's holding Katara's uninjured shoulder again, a lot more hesitantly this time.]

[He moves quickly to grab Katara's legs again, and nods to Chopper.]

Yeah, let's get this done, and fast.

Got it! [Chopper wastes no time in lining up everything again - a time limit is no excuse to be sloppy, but he goes as fast as he can, moving her arm back into position and making sure nothing in her shoulder moved.]

...Okay. Here we go.

[And he grabs her arm in his hooves and shoves in one quick motion.]

[Ow. Ow. Ow.

Katara hisses through her teeth and cringes, but otherwise does not make a sound. The arm does feel better when Chopper's done, but that might just be because it really felt lousy when he was poking around in it.]

OK? Is that it?

[Please tell her we're done now. ;;]

Edited 2010-11-08 04:53 (UTC)

[without thinking - always, this always happens without thinking - San has one of her hands on Katara's elbow, gently. Like she wants to be reassuring.

And it does look better.]

[He nods, smiling softly in his own attempt to reassure Katara.]

Well, short of getting you back to one-hundred percent, at least.

Yeah. [Chopper opens his bag and pulls out a sling, saying nothing else until her arm's safely settled in.] That's it.

[Then it's time for Heavy Point and his hands hover, palms-up, at her side in a silent offer. The shoulder was the most pressing issue. Anything else he can take care of on the way back - he's sure she just wants to go home.]

[Oh, Chopper, you're her hero. She's very barely keeping it together here. She shoots San a tremulous smile and nods at Michael, trusting herself completely to Chopper. She just wants to go home and - see everyone and - not have to be strong for a little while. She lets Chopper pick her up and rests against him.]

Thank you all very much.

[With a sort of nod, San lets go of Katara and backs away. She doesn't want to be anywhere near that other man, with the gun, now that Chopper's leaving. But she doesn't want him to follow Chopper and Katara off, either]

[Unfortunately for San, he'll be doing just that- He knows it's not particularly necessary, but it's a fairly short walk, and shorter still to get back to his apartment if he cuts north through the forest from Katara's house. After pushing himself to his feet, he follows behind Chopper silently, Using the reindeer's back as a shield from Katara while he lets his frustration at everything finally show through.]

[Regardless of what San and Michael choose to do, Chopper will be making the trip to Katara's home in silence. His grip tightens very slightly when he realizes that Michael is staying behind him, but the man has been nothing but helpful so far.]

[After some walking, he'll finally speak up again; albeit very lowly.] Do you feel anything else that might be an injury, Katara?

[Katara appreciates your discretion, Chopper. And the hand that she's holding on to you with is in no way physically necessary. But she's clinging on tightly to the material of your shirt just the same. Her voice is equally low.]

My ribs might be a little bruised, but there's nothing else that hurts.

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