Fall Into My Sky

Oh she wished Michiru was there. It would be better for her to tell her how to handle this, how to stop the bleeding, how to deal with this girl who was obviously panicking as much as she was internally.

She waited for someone to pick up and immediately began talking. “I’m at Main and Fifth in the alley, um, it-it looks like someone’s been shot.” She couldn’t tell the truth. She’d be locked away or killed. “There’s a lot of blood.”

Oh she wished Michiru was there. It would be better for her to tell her how to handle this, how to stop the bleeding, how to deal with this girl who was obviously panicking as much as she was internally.

soldiersoftheuniverse reblogged your post:[Text from Beth]: There’s blood. There’s a lot of blood.

[Text]: Minako told me to text this number. You’re the wind soldier, right? I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

[Text:] Look, I'm not anything all right? I'm not soldier, and I don't know anyone by that name!

She sent it, but immediately sent another because that last part of that still made her unsettled.

It was roaring in her ears too.

"This is annoying."

She was still against this and made it apparent with the small partnership that Haruka could deal with. There was no transforming, she wasn’t a soldier, but she would be there when Michiru needed first aid. As much as Haruka didn’t want to admit it, the idea of Michiru laying around somewhere and bleeding out made her sick to her stomach. The thought that it could be because of her made the nightmares worse.

Despite the lack of sleep, Haruka turned the key Michiru made her take (best not to have anyone think you’re breaking in here) and froze at the droplets of red heading further inside. The dream came back and knocked the wind out of her lungs as punishment for neglected duty. But Haruka held firm. She was not going to get sick.

"Oi, where are you?" It came out harsher than she wanted but it couldn’t be helped. She was here, wasn’t she? Growing red leading towards the open bathroom, made Haruka look away and luckily find Michiru. "Got more antiseptic too." She murmured.

There had been only silence to the request.  But she knew, somehow, that didn’t mean the blond wasn’t coming. Rather than dwell on whether or not the other girl was going to appear, she instead focused on her leg.

From ankle to knee, across the shin and calf, was a cut deep enough when it was made to have her pausing, faltering.  Yet she’d mustered enough to send off a last Deep Submerge before limping halfway home with both it and another matching gouge on her arm.  She was, however, unfortunately well versed in cleaning up after these battles.  She’d gotten the ‘ouch-less’ cleansers (because who wanted to hurt more after being hurt so badly, so often?), so much medical gauze and tape that someone might think she was starting something untoward, and lately she’d gotten a decent stock of crazy glue - though the first time it’d been a needle and thread - and she still had the faint scar on her thigh to prove it.  

She was, she had to admit it, impressed with just how fast Haruka had managed to get there after the text.  She’d finished gluing the wound closed and was in the middle of wrapping it when she heard the girl call.  ”Here!” she called, wincing at how weak it sounded.  A few more wraps and she tried again, taping the material around her leg.  ”I’m…” but before she could respond, the bathroom door opened. 

It wasn't like she had a fear of blood. But after months of dreaming about how people would die, die with every minute detail, even to the point of closing her eyes for long periods would bring out small snippets of the most gruesome, Haruka did have a heavy resistance to it. And it was like the planets had aligned. Michiru was covered in it, her bathroom was covered in it, and Haruka's heart rate skyrocketed. It's her fault, she did this to her and she's going to go silent and....

Haruka dropped the bag she was holding and immediately went to to pick Michiru up as gently as she could and brought her to the requested sink. She couldn't speak right away but Haruka did notice it did feel better to be close to the one who was supposed to be her partner.

"It’s uh, it’s a board that I use to surf through the air."

But Haruka didn't press her luck until after this guy was done stroking his own ego.

[Text:] I won't allow that to happen.

Slender digits paused, eyes scanning the latter half of the message multiple times. It all came down to another risky decision, huh?

[Pending Text:] What use am I now?

Her own hands paused before sending and the urge to throw her phone up against the wall and watch it smash into little tiny pieces came to the forefront. But Haruka couldn’t. Despite all the doubt, all the fear, all the negativity that was there, she promised.

I’m loyal to you. Only you.