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[Ion's expression grows more severe when Dist tries to coax Nephry into drinking only to fail. If she was too weak to even taken a small sip, they needed to hurry and get her to the battledome clinic before she got any worse.]

[To do something like this on one of the hottest days so far this summer... it was cruel.]

Dist. We should hurry and bring her to the clinic.

[Dist curses softly, and pours a small amount of the water back onto the cloth, pressing it to Nephry's forehead again. Ion was right, she wasn't capable of taking water on her own, and it wasn't like Dist regularly carried IV catheter on him. She needed to get to a hospital, and fast.

Meaning he had to carry her that distance in the heat. ...Lovely.]

Yes. Could you carry the water, Fon Master? My hands are going to be rather full.

[It's not meant to be sarcastic, just honest. Dist repositions Nephry, and stands with her in his arms. She wasn't too heavy, but he knew the distance and heat would take its toll on him as well as her. Plus, if Ion wanted to tag along...and his own frailty...ugh. This was quite a mess.]

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[perhaps the distance will seem less, once he realizes that only a few minutes after he wet the cloth again, she lost consciousness completely. It would make her sad, if she realized how worried they are because she's in this condition.

Hopefully she won't have to find out.]

Of course.

[Dist didn't even have to ask, Ion already reaching out to grab the bottle. He shoots another glance at Nephry... she had already seemed to be rather out of it, perhaps a bit more so now. They had to hurry.]

[It takes quite a bit of time to get to the battledome clinic, and though Dist had increased his pace, even he had to take a few stops along the way, to rehydrate himself as well and Nephry. He occasionally would glance at Ion as well, just to make sure he wasn't becoming fatigued or suffering from mild sunstroke, either. The heat was oppressive for not only Nephry, but all of them.

Finally, after what felt like so long, Dist arrives at the battledome with Nephry in tow and Ion at his heels. He's exhausted, but wastes no time in getting Nephry situated and stable. The staff do their job, thankfully, but he can't help but hover close to his friend's side as much as possible, until he's turned away so she could be treated properly.]

[Hot though it may be, Ion wasn't the one carrying someone else and was more or less fine the whole way there. Ion did better in the heat than he did in the cold, after all. And not even the dry heat of Luceti could compare to the high levels of humidity he experienced in the jungle.]

[Only once Nephry is in the safe hands of the staff working in the clinic does Ion give a soft sigh of relief. He certainly wasn't done worrying, that would likely continue until well after Nephry was safe at home, but it was enough for him to shift some concern over to Dist.]

You should be sitting down. You must be exhausted...

[Dist, meanwhile, had been muttering under his breath and pacing around the waiting room. He was tired, yes, but he had a strong endurance, and the adrenaline was still pumping through his system, numbing most if not all the pain. He only took short breaks to stand at full attention, nervously chewing at his gloves. He hated waiting like this. Those imbeciles should have let him in! He knew more about the human body than they could have hoped to! Rrrgh...

Dist leers at Ion over his shoulder, then crosses his arms over his chest and says, evenly.]

I'm fine. You needn't worry about me, Fon Master.

[It will be a while before Ion and Dist hear any news. Those treating Nephry want to be sure of the condition she's in before they deliver a report, good or bad. It will probably infuriate Dist and worry Ion more than anything, but a definitive positive answer will be much better than a tentative one that turns ugly if she starts to go downhill.

So when the boys of house one finally do hear something, it's that she's stable enough, for now. And improving, albeit slowly. They have the option of remaining here or going home and returning in a few hours to check up on her. It should be obvious which one the staff would prefer - they don't expect her to wake up for several hours and will tell Dist and Ion as much - but these two will be allowed to stay as visitors if the rowdy one promises not to cause a disturbance.]

If you say so... [And that's all Ion will say on the matter, finding a place for himself to sit and wait regardless.]

[Likewise, regardless of what the staff would prefer, Ion and Dist aren't going anywhere. Waking up in the clinic to find yourself on your own was far from pleasant, and Ion didn't want to put Nephry through something like that. So they opted to wait.]

[But a few hours is a long time to just be sitting, and neither of them were likely in the mood for much conversation. It isn't long before Ion starts dozing off a little... and when Dist sits beside him, he makes good use of his arm and leans against him, not taking at all into consideration how Dist might feel about the contact.]

[Hey, he was only rowdy when he got in, and when she demanded he not be there to assist, those twits. Dist is twice as skilled as they could ever hope to be! Who did they think he was?!

Regardless, he eventually stopped pacing and took a seat next to Ion, waiting for Nephry to wake up. It was indeed dull, and he often took to staring at the ceiling for a while, amusing himself with ideas for new inventions and how he'd make them. A devious smirk eventually spread on his face when one thought for a potentially fatal weapon passed through his mind and--

...And that was when Ion's head dropped onto his arm. Dist jerked to attention and stared down at the boy. His muscles were tense and he made a quiet noise of discomfort, but that was it. He wanted to shake the boy off, but...couldn't. He couldn't find it in himself to jerk away from Ion, so he just fumed quietly and turned his head away from the boy, cheeks tinted red.

This just became far more troublesome than before.]

[Ion won't get to doze for long. Maybe fifteen minutes, tops, before they are told they're allowed to see Nephry. Dist will receive a specific warning not to shout.

Assuming, of course, that they do get up and head into her room, Nephry looks a great deal more peaceful now than she did out in the sun by the fountain. Her heart rate has slowed (there are monitors to prove this) to something more reasonable, and hydration is still taking the express route into her right arm, with evidence of a second line that recently disappeared. And she's cool enough that her lower half is covered by a light sheet. So it must be okay.

Though, her eyes are closed still. But she doesn't have that look of struggling anymore.]

[Ion is startled awake when the doctor returns to tell them they can see her, not having noticed that he'd been leaning against Dist in the first place. That's just not where his mind was right now. He gets to his feet and shoots a quick glance at Dist before heading in the direction of her room.]

[His face falls when he sees her. Even though she looked so much better than she had hours earlier, the fact that she had to be here in the clinic at all... it was unforgivable.] Nephry...

[Oh, thank goodness for that. Dist follows Ion rather quickly after brushing himself off and his own look mirrored that of Ion, but the underlying rage was easy to see. This was unacceptable. Nephry seemed to come back from every kidnapping worse for wear, and it was always potentially life-threatening. How many times had he had to save er life, or bring her to the clinic now? Not that Dist minded, not at all, but it was becoming unforgivable what the Malnosso were putting her through.

He didn't want to even think of what experiments they put her through when she was gone.

Dist doesn't approach her just yet, allowing Ion to have a moment first and foremost. His glasses glint in the light, however, masking his eyes and his expression.]

[We can't all be cockroaches.

There's a soft inhale when Ion says her name, and she opens her eyes slowly. It may be tired, but that is a definite smile on her face when she identifies her visitors.]

Ion. Saphir. [a breath] Come in. [the doorway is for doors, not friends]

[Ion's face all but lights up when he hears her speak. It's hard not to reflect that smile right back, especially when it served as proof that she was all right.]

[He stands at her side, setting a hand gently on her shoulder.] I hope we didn't wake you... how are you feeling?

[The breath of relief that Dist breaths is quiet, but there. He's glad Nephry's all right - well enough to smile, even - and a shadow of a smile crosses his face as well. He still hovers back a few steps, letting Ion take charge in being next to Nephry, he his body language and posture shows that he's glad she's all right. He's still upset over the entire ordeal, but seeing Nephry well enough to speak and smile helped relieve some of his anger.]

...It's good to see that you're well, Nephry.

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I feel...better. [It may be difficult for them to tell how much better she feels. Seeing as she's imprisoned in bed and at the mercy of the clinic and all. Suffice it to say that Dist's 'well' isn't too far off the mark, comparatively] Please don't worry too much.

[even though she's probably going to be here for a couple more days. And Dist, you don't get away with that. She's motioning you closer.]

[Ion will be worrying either way, but he won't say as much, instead opting to reach down and hold her hand in his.]

Can we get you anything? Perhaps something to drink?

[Seeing as she came in so dehydrated, chances were she would have some kind of cup of water around if she were able to drink on her own.]

[Only when Nephry beckons him does Dist finally approach her and hover by her side. Now that he knows she's in relatively good health, and shouldn't deteriorate anytime soon - he's been keeping an eye on all those monitors and readings - Dist actually feels the exhaustion setting in. It's a huge relief to know she avoided something Dist doesn't want to ever think about, and that relief weighs heavily on him.

But he'll do his best not to show how fatigued he is, and nod to Ion's words. She really should drink something.]

You should drink something, Nephry. Now that you're able, even a simple glass should suffice. [And if she was able to do that much, he'd suggest the staff remove the IV from her arm. It'd be unnecessary.]

[she seems to consider it for a moment before nodding.] I will. Is there water? I don't know if my stomach is ready for anything else.

[Ion's hand gets a gentle squeeze, and Dist gets a look of concern. Tell her he hasn't worried himself into an illness.] How long have the two of you been...when did you find me?

[With a nod, Ion glances around the room before finding a cup, complete with a straw, set out near the sink. He gives her hand a gentle squeeze in return before standing to go fill it for her. It's not as cold as iced water, but still nice and fresh. He'll even hold it for her so she doesn't have to move her arms.]

Not too long ago. [Just a few hours that felt like a few years. But there was no reason to trouble Nephry with that right now.] If you want more water, just let me know.

[Dist opens his mouth to answer, but Ion's far quicker, so he only nods, thankful the boy didn't tell the whole truth. Those hours did indeed feel like years, and...near the end... Dist looks away nervously, frowning. Yeah, that's never going to be admitted publicly, if he can help it. It was embarrassing enough that Ion fell asleep on him, but he couldn't find the courage to shove him off. It would be like kicking a small, sickly puppy.

Instead, he pushes up his glasses and clears his voice.]

I'm glad you returned when you did, Nephry.

[And not during the mayhem that occurred a few days ago.]

[Actually, she's feeling strong enough to sit herself up and take the water from Ion with her free arm. It's likely that both of them will either try to stop her or try to help her, but it should be evident from the way she manages to do it that it isn't a strain and she's not unsteady. She meant it, about feeling better.

After several sips of water, her voice seems stronger, too.]

When I did? ...What happened? [and, with another sharp look at both of them] Please sit. [That's what the chairs are for.]

[Ion doesn't protest when Nephry takes the water, but he will shoot a quick glance at Dist when he speaks up. What had happened the past few days in the village was horrible and not something Nephry needed to hear about right now... but even white lies were hard to tell to Nephry, let alone blatant ones.]

[He sits down as instructed, his hands resting on his knees.]

There was an incident in the village last week. One of the residents set out to attack the other villagers... I don't know much about what really happened, but a few buildings in the plaza were damaged and the clinic was destroyed.

[His eyes fall.] Luke was one of the ones attacked, but he was doing all right the last time I saw him. Although... the Malnosso kidnapped him not long after that.

[~~Read: Mommy, things sucked while you were gone.~~]

[Dist meets Ion's gaze for a moment and closes his eyes, pushing up his glasses again before taking a seat and crossing his legs. It was better this way. Nephry would have found out sooner or later, after all. She could just as easily check her own journal for what she missed, and come upon much grizzlier information. At least this way the bloody truth could get dulled somewhat.

But Dist does lift a brow in Ion's direction at the mention of the Luke replica. Hm...so he was injured and kidnapped soon after? That must be why the boy seemed so crestfallen lately.]

What the Fon Master said is the truth. Other have outlined the damage and casualties with greater detail - which you'll find in your journal - but the gist of it was a resident was returned in a chaotic mental state, thus saw all those who came across her as a threat in need of extermination. She had a substantial level of strength...but she was exterminated, and from what I hear the threat of another attack is unlikely.

[Though he still doesn't trust that one hundred percent.]

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