[ Tadashi is in so much pain that he actually blacks out. When he wakes, he's still shaking and knows he needs help. His first thought should be for his rovermates, but the name that comes to mind is neither of theirs. Maybe it was because he'd helped Sigma not long ago, too. Or maybe it's because he doesn't want his rovermates to know what happened. ]
FROM: klim.sigma@cdc.org Yeah I'll be over one sec
FROM: klim.sigma@cdc.org What happened??
FROM: klim.sigma@cdc.org Actually don't answer that you're having a rough enough time w/ the keys omw hang in there
[ Before you know it, he's hauling ass over to rover 7. What a reliable bro. ]
[ Good thing he's quick, because the sight of the other dude sprawled out on the ground is alarming enough by itself. Think if he'd taken his time, let him lie there in agony or whatever else is wrong with him for longer than he has. Skidding to a halt and dropping to his side in the grass, ]
[ Typing with one hand hadn't been all that easy, and the effort left him tired again. He feels bruised all over, his head on the crook of his arm, but he opens his eyes as soon as Sigma has reached him. When he lifts his head he goes to smile, but grimaces instead. He's got an impressive black eye, the socket bruised and ugly, and he lifts his hand for help getting into a seated position. ]
[ At least he's moving! Slowly, gingerly, but he is shifting around on his own. Sigma winces a little himself at the sight of the black eye though. Taking the proffered hand, he hoists Tadashi upright, clapping his other to the guy's shoulder in an effort to keep him there. ]
Uh, no problem. The hell happened to you?
[ Not really any business of his, but this doesn't look like a punishment or an animal attack, he looks... like he'd just gotten his shit kicked in in a straight up fistfight. ]
[ Well, Sigma isn't exactly wrong. Though it hadn't been a fist fight so much as it had been Tadashi just getting the shit kicked out of him. He winces openly when Sigma pulls him up, and when he shifts and accidentally puts a little bit of pressure on his foot he yelps and reaches down to grab his ankle. ]
Ah, sh— [ He bites down on the curse, flushed and voice tight with pain. ] I think my foot's broken.
[ That implies he didn't fight back. What kind of nerd are you, man?! ]
[ Anyway, the answer doesn't satisfy his question in the slightest, but it isn't really an answer at all. No, it's much more immediately concerning than the why. Sigma jolts a little at the sudden outburst, and he'll more than gladly make up for Tadashi's Disney-rated tongue. ]
Shit, really? [ He leans over to examine the damage in question, but with the shoe still on, there's not much to judge, and he probably shouldn't be the one to try and wrestle it off. They've got people for that. ] Well, at least you can still feel it.
[ Bad joke. Probably wishing he couldn't feel it right about now. Cyborg privilege belatedly checked. ]
How's your other one? We need to get you up to Medical.
Made even more complicated by the fact that it looks like there's black cord around him that's been sliced off. The blade in question isn't anywhere apparent, but gripping his ankle there's a red chaffed band around Tadashi's wrist that looks suspiciously similar. ]
I think it's okay. [ He glances up at Sigma through a grim expression. His blacker eyes is watery as he strains a little to see while fighting off the pain. ] Can you help me up?
[ In the grand scheme of things, the cord isn't so much suspicious or alarming as it is noted. Here on the ground outside isn't the best place to be grilling the guy for details, especially considering how chatty he seems right now. Which is to say, understandably close to nil. ]
Yeah, come on. [ Is that even a question, dude, why do you think he's here? Sigma shifts around to Tadashi's injured side and pulls one of his arms around his shoulders, and barring any overly pained noises that might elicit, he'll use it to bear the brunt of the other guy's weight and prop him up on his good foot. ]
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Day 119
FROM: hamada.tadashi@cdc.org
sigma
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FROM: klim.sigma@cdc.org
sup?
[ He's here dude what's the situation? Besides Completely FUBAR. ]
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r u busy
FROM: hamada.tadashi@cdc.org
?
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Not like crazy busy rn, no
FROM: klim.sigma@cdc.org
What is it?? everything alright?
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no
FROM: hamada.tadashi@cdc.org
can u c ome 2 my rover
FROM: hamada.tadashi@cdc.org
7
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FROM: klim.sigma@cdc.org
Uh
FROM: klim.sigma@cdc.org
Yeah I'll be over one sec
FROM: klim.sigma@cdc.org
What happened??
FROM: klim.sigma@cdc.org
Actually don't answer that you're having a rough enough time w/ the keys omw hang in there
[ Before you know it, he's hauling ass over to rover 7. What a reliable bro. ]
[ Good thing he's quick, because the sight of the other dude sprawled out on the ground is alarming enough by itself. Think if he'd taken his time, let him lie there in agony or whatever else is wrong with him for longer than he has. Skidding to a halt and dropping to his side in the grass, ]
Tadashi? You still with us?
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Thanks, man.
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Uh, no problem. The hell happened to you?
[ Not really any business of his, but this doesn't look like a punishment or an animal attack, he looks... like he'd just gotten his shit kicked in in a straight up fistfight. ]
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Ah, sh— [ He bites down on the curse, flushed and voice tight with pain. ] I think my foot's broken.
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[ Anyway, the answer doesn't satisfy his question in the slightest, but it isn't really an answer at all. No, it's much more immediately concerning than the why. Sigma jolts a little at the sudden outburst, and he'll more than gladly make up for Tadashi's Disney-rated tongue. ]
Shit, really? [ He leans over to examine the damage in question, but with the shoe still on, there's not much to judge, and he probably shouldn't be the one to try and wrestle it off. They've got people for that. ] Well, at least you can still feel it.
[ Bad joke. Probably wishing he couldn't feel it right about now. Cyborg privilege belatedly checked. ]
How's your other one? We need to get you up to Medical.
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Made even more complicated by the fact that it looks like there's black cord around him that's been sliced off. The blade in question isn't anywhere apparent, but gripping his ankle there's a red chaffed band around Tadashi's wrist that looks suspiciously similar. ]
I think it's okay. [ He glances up at Sigma through a grim expression. His blacker eyes is watery as he strains a little to see while fighting off the pain. ] Can you help me up?
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Yeah, come on. [ Is that even a question, dude, why do you think he's here? Sigma shifts around to Tadashi's injured side and pulls one of his arms around his shoulders, and barring any overly pained noises that might elicit, he'll use it to bear the brunt of the other guy's weight and prop him up on his good foot. ]
You good or d'you need a piggyback?