Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160529204018

Go back home or go to the hospital?

Which one?

Useless

“I think I can handle myself from here on. There's really no need for anything.” the young girl replied hesitantly- an answer to delay the need to decide on an action. Procrastination.

It's either to avoid rejection or face rejection; let everything remain broken or attempt to fix them, then fail to do so. They were the true meaning behind the choices.

“Be careful on your way back.”

Slowly, Cyzarine retreated and turned her back on Zanipher. Dead leaves crunched under her heavy footsteps as she approached her motorcycle. CATSAI warned her of the presence of the Grimm again with the addition of less than 85% of oxygen level in blood. She felt a pang of pain in chest, bearable but it was one of symptoms of the commencement of Hypoxemia.

Even with the cleansing feature from the gas mask, the chemical agent have already invaded and affected her lungs.

The young girl gripped the handles of the motorcycle and took a deep breath. She coughed while holding her chest. The sound though wasn't very suppressed enough, followed by her respiratory system's demand for more air, which induced breathlessness in het. She tilted her head upwards. The tongue was out of the way, accomodating more volume of air intake but not sufficient to make up for the fatigue settling at the back of her mind.

“CATSAI, send a message to Belle. Tell her-” Cyzarine paused to take another deep breath. “There's a girl.... in need of her help. Her name's Platinum *breaths* Roads. End message. Give her the..... location of Raizel's GPS. If unavailable, use *breaths* the surveillance system.”

[Understood]

Right after issuing commands to CATSAI, Cyzarine mounted Monarch and ignited its engine. She clenched the handles again, taking another few quick breaths then looked ahead of her with the hopes that she'll hold on a bit longer. Just a bit longer to reach the hospital.

And she went off to her destination. -- 13 minutes later......

Platinum was in the emergency room, brought there immediately by the nurses who were in stand by outside the establishment with a stretcher trolley ready to receive the patient. Raizel and Fen have to wait outside.

The rebel chose to lean her back against the cool, white wall while waiting so. Hands stuffed in the jacket's pocket and right foot up on the wall. Raizel didn't bat an eye at hospital staffs passing by in front of her.

She haven't uttered a word since getting in the car and here. Not that it's a bad thing. She only have nothing to say for now or not in the mood to open her mouth after what happened.

A doctor came out, telling them that Platinum's in stable condition but needs to stay in the hospital to heal her wounds as well as prevent the effects of the mustard gas as much as possible that will occur hours later. The rebel had most of her attention focused beyond the glass windows of the double swing hospital door.

After what it seemed to be an eternity, Platinum was finally out of the emergency room. Conscious and, just what the doctor said, stable. The nurses proceeded to bring Platinum to the room where she's going to stay for a while. Raizel downed all of the contents of the flask while trailing behind.

But she stopped by the door.

Was it really worth it to make it up? Or is it better to leave everything as it is? After the realization of her and Cyzarine's uselessness, Raizel wondered whether there is really something to fix where in fact just by trying something for the sake of good were sneered upon.

Damn if you do, damn if you don't.

And a mere apology wouldn't work. No, it would never work. That's how real life works. If you want to be forgiven, it's either you pay with your life or comply with the people's request whom you're begging for forgiveness, which are actually worse than death if she recalled correctly.

There's no real difference between the bright and the dark side of the world. The former is only wearing a mask.

Raizel was just about to leave when a young beautiful woman with fine, black hair in bob haircut approached her out of nowhere, asking whether she's Raizel Heidrich.

“Hah?”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mavelle.” the young woman replied with a gentle small smile.

“Lady Cyzarine sent me to heal Ms. Roads injuries but she told me to find you to help me find her......”

That f*cking wimp?

“But it looks like you weren't informed about this. I'm very sorry for the trouble.” Mavelle noticed the confused expression of the rebel, her intuition telling that her mistress' request was rushed, leading her to apologize. Again.

“Whoa, stop that. Damn.” the redhead said with mixed awkwardness and irritation.

“Anyways, Roads here.” she pointed at the door behind her. “So, you're good to go, then I'm outta here. I'm not needed here.”

“Um, but I think it would be bad if I suddenly told them I know where they are.”

“Then tell them I told you.”

“Lady Cyzarine said she wants to see you all here. She'll be coming over.”

That made Raizel turn around and shot a look at the young woman, staring at her for a few seconds before cracking her knuckles.

“That's settled then.”

With renewed motivation, the rebel walked towards the door. After exhaling loudly, Raizel told Mavelle to wait a minute and drank another round of alcohol from another flask. She took another deep breath then knocked at the door. After a few knocks, Raizel opened it slowly and poked her head out.

“Uh, the other moron (Cyz) sent a minion here.” the rebel opened the door wider to show them the young woman standing slightly beside her. Mavelle gave a slight confused look at the three while retaining her small smile. “She said she could heal Roads' injuries. Wanna give it a shot?”