capeandcowllogs | i reached for you to save me

WHO: Dick, Andromeda, and Wes
WHERE: a random alley
WHEN: today!
WARNINGS: blood, injuries, mentions of torture
SUMMARY: after spending the morning in the torturous clutches of Norman’s skrull hunters Dick Grayson is subjected to the far greater trauma of being rescued by a not quite!ex-girlfriend and her other not!boyfriend.
FORMAT: words

[ Work back. Back is where he needs to go. Back through the memories sliding past in slow trickles; back through the steps his feet are taking, one after the other. He needs to go back. He needs to.

He presses a hand against a brick wall, reaching for something like the stability he’s lacking but damn it he can see the blood he’s leaving behind. Blood on his hands. Too much evidence.

His feet... stop suddenly where they are and all at once that threatening edge of whiteness at the edge of his vision is blinding. He can’t fail. Can’t lose now. But his whole body’s sagging against the wall, draining that last hard burst of energy.

In a minute. In a minute he'll get up. ]

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[He was meeting with the aging owner of the antique shop he was interesting in taking over; it was the only reason he was in this area. The meeting had mostly consisted of local gossip about other owners and stale coffee, but Wes figured it was all part of securing a future here. Meeting over he had decided to walk to the train instead of calling a cab. Lucky him.

The sound of someone in pain wasn't unfamiliar. Shadowy alley? Check. Lack of reinforcements? Check. Pulling out a stake Wes made his way to the sound.

Wes knelt down next to the man and put his fingers against his neck vein. Alive. Barely.

Putting the stake away he reached for his communicator calling the only person he knew could help]

It's alright. We'll get you fixed up.

[Unlike most calls she'd expect to get of that nature, this one came at a time where she was actually at work.]

Hello, Wes? Everything all right?

[Wes wouldn't call in the middle of the day just to chat, would he?]

[He MIGHT...but probably not.]

Andromeda, someone is hurt. I'm not sure how bad, but he's alive and bleeding.

[He gave her the location]

I'm no good a healing spells, besides I'm fairly certain he needs a real doctor.

[Oh, for Merlin's sake. Well, she couldn't say no to that.]

I'll be there as soon as I can.

[And at that point she hung up, not wanting to waste time -- she grabbed her increasingly small stash of healing potions that Severus had provided for her and hastily explained the situation to one of the other workers before heading out the door.

It was a tad longer than she'd hoped it would be until she made it to the location, since apparation was out of the question, but when she stepped out of the taxi and actually saw who it was...well. She rushed over next to Wes and dropped down enough to scrape the front of her pants, swearing softly under her breath.]

Dick? Dick!

[She curved her hand against the side of his face gently, trying to get him to catch her eyes if he was going to come around. If he wasn't -- well, they'd deal with that in a second.]

[ The voices give him something to grasp; something to seize like a life raft while he's fighting the drag in his head. He can't lose this fight. He can't. He hears Andie now but that can't be right. He leans his cheek against the hand on his face, reaching for the momentum he needs to open his eyes. ]

...I need...

[ back. He needs to go back. ]

[Wesley frowned at their familiarity, not that Andromeda and he were dating. That fact still didn't settle the knots in his stomach.]

Can you apparate with him or should we call an ambulance?

[No matter his feelings he would still help this man]

[She frowns.]

You need a bloody healer, is what you need.

[There's the clinking of vials while she rummages for something to at least slow down the bleeding. She uncorks the vial and places it at Dick's lips.]

But first you're going to drink this, all right? I'm going to try and get you up. Wes, can you help me? I think I can apparate him as long as I can get him to lean on me enough.

[No need to splinch something off by having him too far away. And because yes, Andromeda does -- recognize the awkwardness of the situation, she turns to Wes.]

Thank you for calling me, Wes. I'm sure Dick will thank you later.

[She'll make sure of that.]

[ He swallows whatever she's giving him almost automatically before it registers what she's doing. Which... wow really must say a lot about how much trust he's invested in this relationship already. Non-relationship. Non thing. ]

Andie, they... [ The thought's drifting again but he chases it down this time, grasping the threads before they can slip away. He can't give up. Has to make her get this. ]

I'm not... the only one...

[Wesley moved forward and held the man's (Dick?) shoulder]

Who did this? Do you remember anything more?

[Even as he helped steady Dick for an apparition he looked at Andromeda]

If there are others they could be in danger. I could attempt a locator spell, but I'll need more information from him.

[After they both spoke and she'd awkwardly hefted Dick so that he was pressed close against her with all hands and arms inside the passenger cabin, as it were, she sighed.]

I understand that there are others, and that they are no doubt in danger -- but if we're going to help them, we need information that's reliable. Dick's in no state to be coherent just yet.

[She pauses, hesitating. Dick's no good to them if he goes into a coma or -- worse.]

I'll meet you at the clinic, Wes. We need to get him there as soon as possible, as when he's stable you can ask him all the questions you need to in order to start that locating spell.

[And it was at that point that she spoke to Dick quietly.]

All right, this isn't going to be comfortable, but it's the fastest way. Just close your eyes and try not to throw up, all right?

[After a few more moments to allow Wes (and possibly Dick) time to speak again, she drew her wand and disapparated with a loud 'crack' to the front of the clinic's building. She tried to keep her grip firm enough that if they stumbled as they appeared again, they wouldn't fall.]

Take him. I'll follow along to the clinic after I take a look around here. He had to have come from somewhere.

[Before she could leave with her passenger Wesley looked at her seriously]

Be careful. More than ever, please be careful.

[Stepping back he watched the pair disappear. That slight tugging in his stomach was still there, but there was more he had to worry about at the moment]

[ No. No no no no matter what he can't let them take him. Can't leave the scene. Never, ever leave the scene of a crime. There's no strength in his hand when he grabs for the arm holding him, but even while he feels awareness slipping away again he's struggling for more force. Anything to break that hold. ]

i reached for you to save me

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