Adenovirus 423 Pentagon: Infirmary

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Description: Once the medical wing of the entire Pentagon, this giant room still has many of the old beds and supplies lying around from before. A handful of medical staff are always available day or night to tend to a person’s needs; and while the current state of medicine isn't as advanced, they can at least stitch up a bullet wound or two, and ease a person’s suffering to a degree. And if that doesn't work, one to the head always does the trick too (just kidding).

Located Within: Pentagon: Headquarters

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Ishade hurried into the infirmary carrying the foreign girl in his arms, she was hurt and he was... worried, not about her if he had to be honest but about the fact that he had been attacked and he didn't know if she was a rogue or belonged to another gang, in which case this would most likely cause trouble. And the worst part was that he hadn't been able to grab any car batteries or wire harnesses for ghost like he said he would do!

He put down the girl onto one of the beds and left her in care of the medics, well... eh, yeah, medics.

Ishade sighed, sitting down for a moment and taking deep breaths, hiding his face behind his hands. Fuck, he could have just died that afternoon. He needed ammo for his brothers rifle, he had refused to use it because... because of reasons, but it was necessary. He would have wanted him to use it.
He could have been killed from far away with a sniper rifle, he had only been lucky that the other girl was either really bad at using it or hadn't intended to kill him and had tried to approach him instead, what had totally been an advantage for him, since hand to hand combat was totally his thing. Ishade sighed again, he couldn't just stand here without doing anything like an idiot, enough of it.
He left the infirmary quickly to go find Ulric, luckily he would still be in the library.
 
Eventually woke up, her bright orange bangs stuck to her bloodied forehead. Her head was spinning from being hit from a rock an hour or two before. Groaning she attempted to rub her eyes but soon realized her left arm had been tied to the metal frame of the bed. The other arm tightly bandaged around her forearm. Lovely, she wasn't dead. But where was she?

Looking up she realized she was in the corner bed as far from the exit as she could get. Not to mention she was possibly smack middle in enemy territory. Looking down at herself, cleaned of blood she chuckled.

"Did one of you seriously rub my body clean of blood? So sweet... For perverted rats at least." She groaned as she sat up. Moving the fingers of her right arm slowly, pain surging through her arm. Attempting to tug at the bindings of her left arm she laughed in frustration before sitting down again with her right arm in her lap.

"Where is your leader? You haven't killed me, so what's the big deal?" She eyed the male doctor before smirking. "I swear I'll let ya play with my tits if ya let me free!" She called out before laughing with the utmost joy as he went bright red and did everything he could to avoid her gaze. Her throat dry and eventually causing her to go into a coughing fit. Her age was her one weakness, the virus had started to show, even in her.
 
Earlier in the day, Maybelinna was absorbed in her studies of the disease. When Ishade passed by with the wounded woman, her mind was too far away in complex equations and viruses of the world past to connect to the fact she should probably get up to tend to her new patient. Luckily, Maybelinna doesn't work in the infirmary alone, or she would have a backlog of people since she was so easily distracted by her own thoughts to ever be urgent in her duties. Sometimes she wonders if the only reason she still has a job and a place to stay is because of her skills.

An hour later, when she heard a voice that wasn't her helpers- no, she reminded herself, her co-workers- she decided to take a break from what she was doing and do her actual job. The one that helps her survive, the one she should really be focusing on. Pulling on her coat to hide most of the discoloration that plagues Maybelinna's skin, she made her way into the larger room where patients were held.

"Who is this?" She asked the male doctor, who's name was escaping her at the moment. She gave the woman a once over, and it didn't take long to figure out how far along she probably was with the virus. The lady's cough was harsh in her chest, and a blossom of pity formed in May's. She could imagine how painful life could be once the age of doom(™) began.
 
Ulric Zion Driscol, as played by Meliodas

Having vented most of his frustrations in the corridor, he tried to adapt to a more somber tone as he strolled quietly through the infirmary. The people here had been through enough, and Ulric wasn’t looking to stir the unrest already brewing. Many of the people here were in bad shape, whether it was from their ventures into No Man’s Land or the virus itself. Quite a few of those on their last leg rested comfortably in their rooms, but not everyone had the luxury and they required constant supervision – which is why they were held in the infirmary.

Ulric could just begin to make out a girl’s voice from the back of the room, which is where he was headed, and when he finally reached the patient of interest, he came to a halt in front of her. She was cute undoubtedly, probably his age (his real age), but clearly was the type of woman to do anything it took to ensure she got her way. Snapping his fingers, Elijah and Isaiah came to the woman’s side, forcefully wrapping their hands around her wrists and pinning her to the bed. “Now, I’m only going to say this once. Hopefully, you aren’t as stupid as you are cocky. I have my doubts, but, there are two ways to handle this. One is civil… and the other is quite unpleasant. I’ll let you decide.”

Clearing his throat, he ran his hand along the collar of his shirt, skin still a bit warm from the earlier episode in the library. He could just feel his chest begin to tighten slightly, so, he knew he needed to make this quick. “What were you doing in No Man’s Land? And why did you take a shot at my man over here?” Flashing a gaze at Ishade, he quickly turned back to face the woman, closing some of the distance between them as he got up in her face. “My final question. And think real carefully about your answer and try not to be a smartass. Where do you come from?” Specifically, Ulric wanted to know whether she was a rogue, or from one of the other gangs.
 
Maybelinna had barely asked the question before she heard someone enter from the main hall, and she glanced towards the intrusion. Ulric, the name surfaced in her mind, reminding her what to call the approaching male. Her leader of secrets, which she was frustrated to not know. Curiosity kills.. she thinks, stepping a tad ways back from the woman to allow Ulric whatever space he needed. When he approached the bed, Maybelinna had an epiphany. Before she could think too far into it, two men- Isaiah.. and Eli? the names were foggy in her memory- held down the woman. May immediately bristled, even if the patient could kill her (the thought amused her for a moment) she wouldn't let her just be roughed around like that.

She shifted forward, but seeing the way Ulric moved, she paused. There was a damn hierarchy in this gang, and she didn't want to anger the most important. A burst of anger tingled through her body, and bad habits caused her to chew on her lip in hopes to stop herself from doing something that could hurt her in the future. "Please be careful.." Maybelinna grumbled, trying to get her anger under control.
 
Ishade looked at the girl who had attacked him and to Ulric... he wouldn't get in there, between them. The girl needed to be scared a little if he remembered correctly from their previous interaction. Too sure of herself... until his knife was dug into her skin. That was normal, he guessed, pain changed people... he knew that much.

"Please... be careful" he heard one of their medical staff people say, a girl. She had sounded rough. Ishade smiled softly at her and put a hand on her shoulder " she'll be fine... we just need to know why she tried to shoot me, hm? " he said. And after giving Ulric another look, just to check what he was doing, the man got away from the doctor and shifted between the rest of the beds, the rest of the patients. He was looking for a certain someone... stopping a couple of times to dedicate a friend or two some words of encouragement, or just to salute them, wish them a good day, maybe lie to them saying they would be just fine...

But all of that didn't take him very long, soon he got to the bed he had been expecting to find. " How is he doing?" Ishade asked the girl watching over the guy, the guy he had found half dead a week or so ago.
Ishade sighed, worried and nervous, what if he never woke up or something?. He wanted to know who he was, what had happened to him, where he came from... so many questions. Ishade folded his arms, nervous. He looked down to the floor and muttered a few words only he knew the meaning of hoping that certain someone would listen. If only... ah, if only he could know...
 
Had turned her attention to the four men that entered the infirmary. One of them was the reason she ended up in a bad position, the other was Ulric? Or at least a higher up. Perfect. Just the man she wanted to see. However that was cut short as her arms were so suddenly slammed down and pinned. Her wide blue hues teared up as her wounded arm was grabbed and the rope that tied her to the bed on the other arm burned against her skin.

Breathing heavily through her nose to hold back the tears. Her throat still killing her proventing her from screaming or raising her voice. Taking note that her gas mask had been taken off while she was out her entire face was visible. Her snub nose pointed upwards as she stared at Ulric, "Hey now, it isn't nice to be so rough with your guests... I mean I am kinky but don't push it handsome." Her voice was scratchy however confidence remained in her voice. Crossing her legs she smirked as she thanked her vast knowledge of the gangs. "I am a scout, and I had no intention of killing your man. I simply wanted a way to get connections. Had to break the ice somehow after all. Why not try and take a hostage. Sadly I fucked up and lost that fight." She cringed as one of the men pressed into her wounded arm.

"Watch the wound please... I lost that fight quite clearly. I am unarmed and hurt now will you lighten up please for the love of god!" Her voice wavered with pain a bit of despiration showing itself. Her eyes going back to Ulric she smiled as he got right up in her face. "I am from where the sun don't shine darling~" she swiftly smooched his lips before laughing proudly, however it faded to an anxious giggle as she waited to see his reaction.
 
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Maybelinna flinched when Ishade touched her, but calmed herself just a moment after when she noticed who it was. She tried to pay attention to him, but her mind was split between worry for the harmed woman and whatever Ishade could be saying. She knew the woman was hurt, but what was to say about the importance of the words from Ishade. Could really just be empty rambling from a talkative man, or perhaps something of intellectual importance. What a gamble of where to put her attention, especially when it turned out he was trying to calm Maybelinna down. She smiled a warm, kind smile at Ishade when her mind realized upon what he was doing.

While words for her peace of mind wasn't what she wanted, she knew it was the nature of the man who had approached her. She couldn't hold it to herself to be angry, when the actions weren't of ill intent. When Ishade left, Maybelinna wondered in the back of her mind of who he was probably going to visit, but didn't keep too long on that thought- better things to focus on- and turned to see the woman kiss Ulric.

Unsure whether to be amused or worried, Maybelinna rolled her mismatched eyes with a slight grin pulling at her lips. Such confidence, an exuberant personality. Did the woman want attention? Or is she doing it for provocation? Questions ran through the mind of the elfish girl as she hung back, waiting to see what would happen or if she would be given an order.
 
Sanjay Kau, as played by Meliodas

Blood poured profusely down his face, painting his raven black locks as he lay there motionless on the ground. With cracked ribs and a bullet in the shoulder, his right arm was limp as everything started to go dark. The impact of the fall alone was enough to put him into shock, not accounting for the drop that the enemy sniper got on him. A bullet had grazed his head, and he could just start to smell his skin burning as he fell back, absorbing another shot on his way down. The last thing he remembered making out clearly was… Asha! Jolting from a reverie, he couldn’t see at first, neither his eyes nor the rest of him quite working the way they were supposed to. Feebly, the man gripped the edge of the bed, dazed and gasping for breath. It was as if his life had just flashed before his very eyes.

He had been undressed since being found half dead in No Man's Land, now wearing nothing more than a thin blue shred of fabric that was enough to cover whatever was left of his manhood. Chest bare, his right shoulder was wrapped and stung, as well as the top of his head. A splitting headache was the cause of not being able to see straight, and he could feel his fingers grip weaken as he continued to curl his fingers into the corners of the mattress. Loose locks of hair hung in his eyes, sticking to his face while shielding his cold blue eyes, and his feet hung just a few inches off the bed in light of his six-foot frame. What he could make out, however, were voices in the distance, and a shadowy figure (Ishade) standing over him. Death perhaps?

Looking out through his cloudy vision, he waited several minutes for everything to clear before he realized where exactly he was. Thanatos Instinct. “Asha… where is Asha… ? Art… anyone?” As always, Asha had been the first thing that came to mind, along with other members of his squad. He remembered very little about what happened, but in truth, the names would most likely ring on deaf ears.
 
Ulric Zion Driscol, as played by Meliodas

Ulric had to fight back the urge to literally bite the woman’s lips off, and as he stood there, he showed little signs of emotion (if any at all), and instead smugly spat on the floor below him. “The taste of a thousand rogue cocks. I have a mind to cut those pretty lips straight off your face and feed them to my dogs. To torture you until you beg me to kill you; but not before I ensure every man in the West has a ‘connection’ with you first.” With Elijah and Isaiah still holding her down, Ulric wrinkled his nose before his fingers found the woman’s palm. Tracing up in an almost teasing fashion, he followed the length of her arm, trailing back at times as his fingertips kissed along her forearm. He continued to do this for several seconds before a malicious grin contorted his features.

Without hesitation, Ulric forced a few of his fingers into the woman’s wound, letting blood stain his fingers as he dug his way into the wound with his digits and twisted. “I’ll tell you what! I’m in a merciful mood today. I’ll give you a few days to rethink your last answer. And maybe, just maybe… give you the opportunity to make some connections that don’t require some form of sodomy.” Taking a step back, and before cleaning his hands, he motioned for the pair of his guards to release her. Whispering in one of their ears, he made mention that she was to be watched around the clock and never left alone. While she would be permitted to wander select corridors as well as receive medical attention, she would be accompanied by an armed escort until the following day when Ulric could press her further.

It was hardly probable that she would manage to escape, especially with the level of security added to the sheer size of the building they were situated in. Hell, even Ulric managed to get lost sometimes. As Ulric walked away, he grew weak, lightheaded almost, so he made a quick detour into a bathroom nearby. Stumbling in, he shut the door behind him and stood over the sink, staring into the mirror. It was several moments before similar to earlier, his legs gave out underneath him, sending him folding onto the floor. With his guards situated outside the bathroom, they wouldn’t have allowed a soul inside without Ulric’s direct say so. “Ishade!” Coughing uncontrollably, Ulric tried to quickly control the situation and speak loud enough for his guards to take notice.
 
Ishade watched with attention as the eastern guy opened his eyes and looked around, obviously confused and disorientated. He told a young man who was around, but others had already noticed...

Ishade was going to try and speak to him, but perhaps it was too soon, and then he was the one speaking. His voice sounded raspy and dry, the usual when you spent a few days in a coma, you don't just pop back into reality fresh as a flower. He asked for asha and... art?, was he asking for actual art or was he asking about, uhm, Ishade didn't know. A painting or something?. Did he want to... no, it didn't make any sense at all.
The name 'Asha' sounded a little familiar, but it didn't reminD Ishade of anyone, not in that moment anyways.

Still, he couldn't help but to feel happy and excited about their guest waking up, finally!, after so long. He would hug the guy if it wasn't going to do more damage, probably...

That was when he heard their 'prisioner' complain again and looked back. Oh. Ulric... he was probably being a little too much over there, but Ishade decided not to get in the way unless things were really out of and. It wasn't until Elijah came to tell him that Ulric. Who by the way, had dissapeared from his view, where the hell was he this time??. Needed him, and walked him to the bathroom room. Why... why would Ulric need help in a bathroom of all places, the heck did he want?. He was usually serious but Ishade couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow at the idea of... nope.

But nothing could have prepared him to enter the bathroom and seeing ulric on his knees, doubled over and coughing his lungs out.
Ishade slammed the door shut anddown rushed over to Ulric "holy shit!, Ulric oh m-my god... " he kneeled besides him and patted his back softly, helping him at least remain on his knees and waiting for him to stop coughing before helping him stand up again " what happened? Whars going on? " he asked, concerned but somewhat demanding at the same time. Since when had this been going on and why didn't he know about it?!
 
Ulric Zion Driscol, as played by Meliodas

Ishade’s voice hardly resonated with Ulric as he tried to sit up onto his knees, hunched forward feeling as if he were coughing up a lung. The symptoms had slowly worsened as of late, but they came as fleeting episodes that tended to only last a few days at most before subsiding. He knew all too well however that this was only just the beginning of what was to come; it was only a matter of time before he was in the same position the former leader, Lukias, Ishade’s brother, was in before him. How long until everyone crowded around him, awaiting that final moment when the life left his eyes? Who would be left to mourn? What legacy would Ulric leave behind? These were the questions that ate at him day in and day out. Did he have another year left? Two? Three if he were lucky?

The sound of Ishade’s voice was almost enough to drive Ulric mad. There was just too much noise, too many variables and implications to consider. This was the last place he wanted something like this to be happening. “Ishade!” Sighing, his voice drew low, as if a whisper only loud enough for the pair to hear. “This is not the time for questions. Get me to my room. Claudia will know what to do…” Trying to regain what little strength he had left in him, as well as his voice which was gruff, he clambered to his feet, gripping Ishade in one spot or another to regain his balance.

“It is hard enough to talk as it is; so, just come up with an excuse, and make it sound reasonable.” There was an unordinary lack of sarcasm dripping from his words, but he tried to remain serious and firm with Ishade. Ulric couldn’t risk his condition getting out to everyone, and while people were free to speculate, he wouldn’t dare tell a soul. Only Claudia knew the truth, yet he’d realized he wouldn’t be able to hide this from Ishade for too much longer.
 
Ishade swallowed, looking at Ulric. He would do as he was told... obviously, but just looking at Ulric and the condition he was in, it made him incredibly suspicious of what the problem was already... and he looked down at his leader, lips pressed in a tight line, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He could demand answers, he could refuse to help until Ulric had explained what was going on...
But he wouldn't, just looking at him, the poor man was already pathetic enough, and it hurt to see him like that. He was the one he usually looked up to, who gave the orders, who inspired everyone in the base to fight!. This only showed how life really had its up and downs, for everyone. And Ishade wasn't going to turn his back to Ulric now that he needed him, that would be awful, a stab in the back, and Ishade would get stabbed for Ulric, even by Ulric if it was necessary... but he knew very well, he would never hurt him back.

So he just nodded with a short and sharp " yes". So uncharacteristic of him. He helped Ulric approach the door and shifted their poses, making it seem like it was Ulric who was helping him stand while it was the complete opposite. He opened the door, which luckily was still covered by Ulrics guards. They would cover them, good muscle, and the two of them standing besides each other made a wall that would hide them.
Ishade leaned towards Elijah to whisper something in his ear, after that they stood between them and the rest of the infirmary, giving them a way to the door, free of people.
"come on... let's move" Ishade whispered to Ulric, urging him forwards, as quickly as he could move while supporting the other and pretending it was Ulric supporting him instead...

They both left the infirmary
 
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Laughed at how he had reacted, pretty lips huh? How kind of him. Smirking before coughing softly, "Death is already scheduled to come over to my place soon. Might as well have fun while I wait!" She chuckled through her coughing. Her blue hues focused on him in thought. Feeling his touch along her wounded arm she realized what he would do. And wasn't disappointed.

Her cries were raspy and desperate as his fingers dug into her wound. Desperately struggling to get her arm away from him. Tears streamed down her dirtied cheeks. Her bright orange hair sticking to her cheeks. As he backed off, she did her best to take deep breathes, her coughing by now was uncontrollable. However at his offer she gave a thumbs up with her left hand. Offering a weak smile before turning her head to cough into her pillow. Feeling the guards let go of her she hiccuped and curled up facing the wall. Letting silence fill her mouth as she listened to what happened around her. Ishade was the man that had put her in this situation. Moments later she heard a guard come back saying that Ulric needed him. That was his name. Good to know.

Feeling eyes trained on her back she wondered if she was being guarded now. A quick glance confirmed her thoughts and she sighed. Holding her right arm to her chest tightly.
 
| Odessa Mortmain | Female | 17 | West |

It was morning already, and with dawn came new hope. It blossomed in the hearts of those who had something to hope for, no matter their intentions would the sun bring flames to the flame-hearted. However, there was one person who didn't only have flames in her heart, but also in her hair - of course, not literally; a young woman of only seventeen, was walking with fasts steps towards the infirmary. Having been out hunting most of the night, she was tired but knew she wouldn't get any sleep, at least not until hours from now.

Her curly hair was bouncing with every movement, now in the infirmary, walking to one of the beds for a seat. She simply sat there, staring into the center of the room, taking in the smell of sterilized tools and watching as the dust particles danced frantically in the light. The thought of her breathing in some of them, made her nose itch. She raised a hand and nudged her nose from upside down with her first knuckle, sniffling. What time was it? She wasn't quite sure. Her eyes were burning from staying up all night, and probably from staring for too long, she thought and blinked hard, rubbing her eyes until she saw patterns forming and a sensation of relief spread to her entire face, causing her to yawn.

"Ow!" Having forgot the lower lip of hers having split when she had slipped, she now regret yawning at all. She let the tip of her tongue run over the swollen part, and tasted blood once more; it had opened once again to her dismay, and she rolled her eyes. Pretty typical. Not only was she clumsy, she was also forgetful - not that the throbbing, heated pain was to forget easily, but she thought herself to be tired enough to ignore almost everything at this moment in time. As soon as a doc had fixed her up, she would be right out of here and probably back out there. Probably being the key word.
 
Lola had stayed quiet in the corner of the infirmary for the majority of the night. Her bright blue eyes staring in deep thought up at the ceiling. Rubbing the scabbed wound on her hair line she rubbed off the dried blood from her bright orange bangs and skin. Eventually sleeping however as she heard new footsteps enter the room she jumped awake.

A young girl nearing her 20's? A pretty sight, although it was a bit biased as she favored bright hair like her own. Looking at her bandaged arm before taking a deep breath. Her snub nose red from irritation, she looked at the guard whom stood at her bedside, a new guard. Must have traded out so they would always be alert. Lovely. Eventually she stood up slowly, no longer tied down, what a relief.

Adjusting her orange bikini top she slowly moved her fingers of her right arm. Cringing at the seering pain that went through her arm. Wondering if she would be able to properly scout even with this wound. She better be, she couldn't afford to be worthless. Not in this world.

Deciding she needed to socialize she looked to the guard, "Can I talk with her or is that not allowed?" Getting a nod she smiled happily before eagerly walking over to this new girl. Looking her over with the curiosity of a kitten.
 
Maybelinna had wanted to stay close to the girl, not trusting Ulric. The moment his finger was in the wound, she flinched and had to walk away. What kind of leader is he? She thought, a ghost pain flaring in her arm, mirrored to what happened to the woman. She made her way to her room, and sat down with a huff. Her fingers pushed through her hair roughly, the stinging in her scalp supposed to help her calm down. It worked very little, but at least she grounded herself. Acting impulsively would be much worse, especially with how Ulric was.

She stayed in there for a while, until another medic came to inform her of the coma patient. She had watched and taken care of him whenever she could. Having the patience, and skills to handle his delicate body, it was her main job. Despite that, she informed the medic she needed the evening off, and would get to him in the morning.
"Check his wounds, and tell him to rest naturally if he can," was the rest that was told to the medic, before May closed her door to strip and sleep.

The next day, May woke up feeling much calmer. Leaving the room, May made her way to the mans cot, and leaned down a little to look at him. She wasn't completely sure if he was awake or not. Straightening back up, she said, "Hello, my name is Maybelinna. Do you remember yours?"
 
| Odessa Mortmain | Female | 17 | West |

With the amount of security involved around here, it was almost as if the standard guard blended in with the furniture; so when she heard another female voice, one that apparently had been guarded, she turned her head with anticipation, only to see a bubbly figure heading her way, studying her like a brand new toy. Not necessarily a negative thing, but that was what it reminded her of. The look on her face, her eyes searching for... Something, maybe?

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but it felt like the word 'hello' was very hard to pronounce. Instead, a bright red colour managed to find its way to her cheeks, and a sad attempt of a smile spread across her lips, but not for long. She felt the stinging pain of her split lip, cursing silently. "Are you a doctor? Or n... Nurse?" The first question had run over her lips before she could catch it. The second, however, had to be dragged out of her like a drunkard out of a pub.

Odessa glanced at the other female with hesitation, although not enough to get a good look. She did not want to keep eye contact or make her think that she was staring, or anything.
 
Found pure joy as the girl blushed, failing to form words. Lola chuckled happily before looking through the cabinets of supplies casually. Seeing that the doctors and nurses were busy with patients in a worse state she might as well make a friend.

Poking the guard, "Ay, do you know where they put my mask sweetie?" He kept a composed expression before pointing at a top shelf. The tall woman eagerly went to it, opening it to find various non-weapon possessions. Finding her large gas mask she opened a small compartment on the inside taking out one of the small containers within and offering it to the girl. Grabbing a bit of guaze as well.

"I get those scratches all the time, it is the worst in the colder months. Keep em nice and moisturized." She delicately placed the guaze on her lip as she held her chin still. Offering the homemade chapstick she smiled happily letting go of the girl's chin before sitting beside her. "The name is Lola, you are?" Her bright blue eyes stood out against her bright red hair as she studied the girl in thought.
 
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