Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
Leandra's mind was a mixture of chaos and serenity. She could hear distant screams and even what sounded like crumbling stone, but her body felt numb to her. It was an odd feeling, really. Yet, before she could even realize that someone was digging her out of the rubble, Leandra passed out from the extent of her injuries, which was hard to assess thanks to the large amount of blood surrounding her body and her dust-covered and blood-covered body itself. The only sign that she'd even broken anything was her right ankle, which was definitely facing the wrong direction. It also happened to have a bone sticking out of the ankle, jutting an inch or two.
In the silence that followed, dust was still collecting in the air around Leandra. Suddenly, a figure loomed just beyond the cover of the dust, though Leandra wasn't conscious to see the figure anyhow. Soon, the figure was at Leandra's side and kneeling beside her while gently placing two fingers to Leandra's neck, checking for a pulse. Upon finding one, the figure immediately called for a medevac, as they feared moving Leandra in case they dealt more damage instead of aiding her. Not too long after, the distant sound of a helicopter's blades beating could be heard rapidly approaching the area.
As the dust began to settle a bit, the figure's face was revealed for a moment, as her young and yet, dark expression was shown before her mossy green eyes were enveloped in a dust cloud once more, as the helicopter was now hovering above the pair. Soon, a stretcher attached to a thick rope was quickly lowered to the figure, who grasped it and set it up beside Leandra's body. Not a moment later, a medic was at Leandra's other side and both the medic and the messenger worked silently together, as they loaded Leandra's broken and bloodied form onto the stretcher and strapped her down with a neck brace on her for good measure. Giving a hand signal to those in the helicopter above them, the medic then began ascending beside the stretcher, as both were soon loaded up in the helicopter and it veered away before heading straight for the infirmary.
Scowling at the retreating helicopter, the messenger then muttered, "Yeah, I definitely didn't want a helicopter ride to the infirmary or anything. I just love walking everywhere." Sighing, the messenger, whose name had yet to be revealed, but was Iskra, then began jogging in the direction of the infirmary. At this rate though, she'd be lucky to arrive before Leandra's surgeries were over with. Cursing her luck, Iskra doubled her pace and was soon racing among the shadows to the infirmary, a look of determination upon her face.
Upon arrival and finally finding the room Leandra was resting in, Iskra entered it quietly and shut the door behind herself before inhaling sharply at the sight of Leandra, even after she'd been cleaned up. Leandra's right eye was wrapped up with a faint trace of blood on the bandage, her right leg was in a cast from her toes up to just below her knee, both of her wrists were in braces and her left shoulder was wrapped along with her whole chest, which had various blood traces on it as well. On top of all of this, her left hand was wrapped up like a cocoon, though again, the faint blood traces were obvious. Nervously looking over the Hunter, Iskra said a silent prayer that she'd pull through. The last thing she needed was a dead Hunter, who she was supposed to be looking after.
Iskra took a seat near the bed of Leandra, who was currently hooked up to an oxygen tank, had an IV pumping fluids into her along with what looked like a blood transfusion, and was hooked up to life support as well. Iskra quickly found herself growing more weary by the second. Surely they had some way of accelerating her healing process, right? Not too long after asking this question to herself, Iskra looked up to see a nurse entering the room. The nurse immediately said to Iskra, "She's getting a blood transfusion currently, which will help greatly with her blood loss, but we had to perform a lot of surgeries at once and she's very drained now. You definitely won't catch her waking up for the rest of the day. After all of this, she'll definitely be needing some time to recover. I'm not sure what you all have planned for her, but she's going to need some time to get back up to her full strength again and time for her body to heal."
Iskra sighed at this news, but knew she couldn't argue with the nurse about Leandra's condition. The poor girl looked pale as snow as it were. She was clearly out of the fight for now. Turning on her headset, Iskra then relayed the message to the Harbingers, as she said, "Leandra is out for the day and for tomorrow. Beyond that, she seriously needs time to recuperate and replenish both her energy and strength."
@OwlOne
In the silence that followed, dust was still collecting in the air around Leandra. Suddenly, a figure loomed just beyond the cover of the dust, though Leandra wasn't conscious to see the figure anyhow. Soon, the figure was at Leandra's side and kneeling beside her while gently placing two fingers to Leandra's neck, checking for a pulse. Upon finding one, the figure immediately called for a medevac, as they feared moving Leandra in case they dealt more damage instead of aiding her. Not too long after, the distant sound of a helicopter's blades beating could be heard rapidly approaching the area.
As the dust began to settle a bit, the figure's face was revealed for a moment, as her young and yet, dark expression was shown before her mossy green eyes were enveloped in a dust cloud once more, as the helicopter was now hovering above the pair. Soon, a stretcher attached to a thick rope was quickly lowered to the figure, who grasped it and set it up beside Leandra's body. Not a moment later, a medic was at Leandra's other side and both the medic and the messenger worked silently together, as they loaded Leandra's broken and bloodied form onto the stretcher and strapped her down with a neck brace on her for good measure. Giving a hand signal to those in the helicopter above them, the medic then began ascending beside the stretcher, as both were soon loaded up in the helicopter and it veered away before heading straight for the infirmary.
Scowling at the retreating helicopter, the messenger then muttered, "Yeah, I definitely didn't want a helicopter ride to the infirmary or anything. I just love walking everywhere." Sighing, the messenger, whose name had yet to be revealed, but was Iskra, then began jogging in the direction of the infirmary. At this rate though, she'd be lucky to arrive before Leandra's surgeries were over with. Cursing her luck, Iskra doubled her pace and was soon racing among the shadows to the infirmary, a look of determination upon her face.
Upon arrival and finally finding the room Leandra was resting in, Iskra entered it quietly and shut the door behind herself before inhaling sharply at the sight of Leandra, even after she'd been cleaned up. Leandra's right eye was wrapped up with a faint trace of blood on the bandage, her right leg was in a cast from her toes up to just below her knee, both of her wrists were in braces and her left shoulder was wrapped along with her whole chest, which had various blood traces on it as well. On top of all of this, her left hand was wrapped up like a cocoon, though again, the faint blood traces were obvious. Nervously looking over the Hunter, Iskra said a silent prayer that she'd pull through. The last thing she needed was a dead Hunter, who she was supposed to be looking after.
Iskra took a seat near the bed of Leandra, who was currently hooked up to an oxygen tank, had an IV pumping fluids into her along with what looked like a blood transfusion, and was hooked up to life support as well. Iskra quickly found herself growing more weary by the second. Surely they had some way of accelerating her healing process, right? Not too long after asking this question to herself, Iskra looked up to see a nurse entering the room. The nurse immediately said to Iskra, "She's getting a blood transfusion currently, which will help greatly with her blood loss, but we had to perform a lot of surgeries at once and she's very drained now. You definitely won't catch her waking up for the rest of the day. After all of this, she'll definitely be needing some time to recover. I'm not sure what you all have planned for her, but she's going to need some time to get back up to her full strength again and time for her body to heal."
Iskra sighed at this news, but knew she couldn't argue with the nurse about Leandra's condition. The poor girl looked pale as snow as it were. She was clearly out of the fight for now. Turning on her headset, Iskra then relayed the message to the Harbingers, as she said, "Leandra is out for the day and for tomorrow. Beyond that, she seriously needs time to recuperate and replenish both her energy and strength."
@OwlOne
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