Pax Pardus Hale
The Ink Shop
Willow Kim
As Willow made her way down the stairs she used the blurs of everyone's figures to guide her into the safe room. in addition to the bleeding wound to her head there were burns along her body and bits of shrapnel lodged in her shoulder and abdomen. All of these things would heal, though the one thing she worried about was the vision. She knew her way through the escape tunnel to the boat, but after that? If her vision didn't return she wouldn't be able to drive the boat. Did anyone here know how operate a boat? Willow didn't have a map to the other homes, but at this point it wouldn't be safe. Were Quinn and Tae being trapped? She hoped that it they only followed them to this house, but until she knew anything further they couldn't go to another Ackermann's house. But she wouldn't abandon them, they weren't disposable like the government thought.
"I'm fine." Headstrong as ever she refused to acknowledge anything being wrong with her...besides the obvious wounds at least. She darted through everyone's heads as she tried to figure out what was wrong with everyone. Beckett was already being attended to but needed stitches, Willow needed some triage care but nothing she couldn't handle herself, and Tae seemed like he was the one that got roughed up the most. "Tae I'll get to setting your arm when we get to the boat, you can refuse all the help you want but you know you need it. Beckett I'll stitch you up on the boat. Like Tae said we don't have very long, though the poison did buy us a little time. Let's use that time to escape."
Once things were gathered Willow walked to the wall and narrowed her eyes at the number panel. She knew the numbers but it was seeing them that was the problem. Thankfully keypads were all numbered the same way. Quickly she dialed in the numbers and the wall opened to a concrete well lit one-way tunnel. Willow kept to the side of the tunnel and occasionally touched the wall to make sure she wasn't walking like a drunk. Her head was pounding and she could barely see anything in front of her. It took about five minutes to reach the end of the tunnel and she slowly dialed in the code to that keypad. The end of the tunnel opened and revealed the giant pier on the water, the tunnel tucked away in the rocks of the rockwall.
Luckily their boat was hard to pinpoint due to the amount of boats on the pier. It was easy to remember where it was placed, the only thing that wasn't easy was walking to it. The walkway was difficult to navigate and Willow had nearly fallen into the water twice. Why couldn't her powers be echolocation? That would make walking blind so much easier. Once she reached the end of the pier she squinted up at the large boat. It was one of the larger ones of the marina, having multiple rooms below deck along with a living area. "Can anyone here drive a boat? And until we know our situation we need a destination, anyone have any ideas? I don't want what happened to our house to happen to the other houses, we need to avoid going straight there." Willow boarded the boat and motioned for everyone to follow her below deck so she could fix up everyone's wounds. She didn't need to be able to see to pop an arm back into place, after that she could stabilize it and make sure he didn't move it until she could see it better.
"Caspar do you think you would be able to stitch up Beckett? Tae come here and I can put your arm back into place. I'd say you'll hate me afterwards but you already hate me, but I'll try to make it quick so it won't hurt for long." Willow pulled out pieces of the grenade that were lodged in her skin without so much as a wince, depositing the metal shards into the trashcan of the living room...if you could call it that. It was just a room with cushioned benches, a TV, and a kitchenette. It was all they had at this point.
As Willow made her way down the stairs she used the blurs of everyone's figures to guide her into the safe room. in addition to the bleeding wound to her head there were burns along her body and bits of shrapnel lodged in her shoulder and abdomen. All of these things would heal, though the one thing she worried about was the vision. She knew her way through the escape tunnel to the boat, but after that? If her vision didn't return she wouldn't be able to drive the boat. Did anyone here know how operate a boat? Willow didn't have a map to the other homes, but at this point it wouldn't be safe. Were Quinn and Tae being trapped? She hoped that it they only followed them to this house, but until she knew anything further they couldn't go to another Ackermann's house. But she wouldn't abandon them, they weren't disposable like the government thought.
"I'm fine." Headstrong as ever she refused to acknowledge anything being wrong with her...besides the obvious wounds at least. She darted through everyone's heads as she tried to figure out what was wrong with everyone. Beckett was already being attended to but needed stitches, Willow needed some triage care but nothing she couldn't handle herself, and Tae seemed like he was the one that got roughed up the most. "Tae I'll get to setting your arm when we get to the boat, you can refuse all the help you want but you know you need it. Beckett I'll stitch you up on the boat. Like Tae said we don't have very long, though the poison did buy us a little time. Let's use that time to escape."
Once things were gathered Willow walked to the wall and narrowed her eyes at the number panel. She knew the numbers but it was seeing them that was the problem. Thankfully keypads were all numbered the same way. Quickly she dialed in the numbers and the wall opened to a concrete well lit one-way tunnel. Willow kept to the side of the tunnel and occasionally touched the wall to make sure she wasn't walking like a drunk. Her head was pounding and she could barely see anything in front of her. It took about five minutes to reach the end of the tunnel and she slowly dialed in the code to that keypad. The end of the tunnel opened and revealed the giant pier on the water, the tunnel tucked away in the rocks of the rockwall.
Luckily their boat was hard to pinpoint due to the amount of boats on the pier. It was easy to remember where it was placed, the only thing that wasn't easy was walking to it. The walkway was difficult to navigate and Willow had nearly fallen into the water twice. Why couldn't her powers be echolocation? That would make walking blind so much easier. Once she reached the end of the pier she squinted up at the large boat. It was one of the larger ones of the marina, having multiple rooms below deck along with a living area. "Can anyone here drive a boat? And until we know our situation we need a destination, anyone have any ideas? I don't want what happened to our house to happen to the other houses, we need to avoid going straight there." Willow boarded the boat and motioned for everyone to follow her below deck so she could fix up everyone's wounds. She didn't need to be able to see to pop an arm back into place, after that she could stabilize it and make sure he didn't move it until she could see it better.
"Caspar do you think you would be able to stitch up Beckett? Tae come here and I can put your arm back into place. I'd say you'll hate me afterwards but you already hate me, but I'll try to make it quick so it won't hurt for long." Willow pulled out pieces of the grenade that were lodged in her skin without so much as a wince, depositing the metal shards into the trashcan of the living room...if you could call it that. It was just a room with cushioned benches, a TV, and a kitchenette. It was all they had at this point.