[ Flynn's mind is a static overlay of horror: all he can see is those dripping cuts, their bloody feet, their half-lost expressions, the lines of pain around their eyes as Yuri—
He has to move. Flynn shakes himself out of it and forces motion into his own limbs. ]
Right!
[ He gets to work on the person on the left, dripping sparkling blood that's being collected through a tube rather than a bucket, probably to keep it drifting away. They barely move as Flynn picks at the knots, making a small, helpless sort of sound as he pulls them down as gently as he can. ]
Stay right there.
[ It's for himself more than for them: they couldn't move anyway, a limp pile of limbs. After a moment, Flynn eases the needle out of their skin, letting blood sparkle up and into the air. He doesn't mean to breathe it in, exactly, but there's already more feeling in his limbs, more strength there. For the first time since waking up, he can feel Daisy like a distant pulse, somewhere inside himself.
Flynn sets his jaw and works until they have all three of them down. ]
Yuri. Take care of the bleeding.
[ He's giving orders again but he can't care: he's too focused on calling up every bit of power he can possibly manage, every scrap of mana he barely has. Flynn has never actually cast anything greater than First Aid but he knows the incantation for it, has watched Estelle cast it enough times, he can probably at least manage Nurse. Flynn closes his eyes, pressing his hands together to focus what little energy he can gather as the floor glows around his feet. ]
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He has to move. Flynn shakes himself out of it and forces motion into his own limbs. ]
Right!
[ He gets to work on the person on the left, dripping sparkling blood that's being collected through a tube rather than a bucket, probably to keep it drifting away. They barely move as Flynn picks at the knots, making a small, helpless sort of sound as he pulls them down as gently as he can. ]
Stay right there.
[ It's for himself more than for them: they couldn't move anyway, a limp pile of limbs. After a moment, Flynn eases the needle out of their skin, letting blood sparkle up and into the air. He doesn't mean to breathe it in, exactly, but there's already more feeling in his limbs, more strength there. For the first time since waking up, he can feel Daisy like a distant pulse, somewhere inside himself.
Flynn sets his jaw and works until they have all three of them down. ]
Yuri. Take care of the bleeding.
[ He's giving orders again but he can't care: he's too focused on calling up every bit of power he can possibly manage, every scrap of mana he barely has. Flynn has never actually cast anything greater than First Aid but he knows the incantation for it, has watched Estelle cast it enough times, he can probably at least manage Nurse. Flynn closes his eyes, pressing his hands together to focus what little energy he can gather as the floor glows around his feet. ]