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When; Monday, August 2, 2010
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Euphemia

deadly_legacy, Ken

bladed_siberian, Flynn

srslynotguy, Yuri

notflynn (if someone else wants in just let one of us know?)
Summary; Euphie discovered an injured Ken at his home. She called out for help to the only person she knew had healing powers.
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As soon as she found Ken, lying on his floor bleeding again, she called for Flynn. It hasn't been long since he died and came back, and she's worried about the strain of this, but she didn't know what else to do and she was scared.

She brought the kit in from the bathroom and she is trying to clean the blood away, but more was coming, so now she's applying pressure and trying to remember things she's seen and read and wishing she hadn't been so sheltered. Please hurry. Please.

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With Yuri trailing behind him like a mother hen -- funny, that was usually his job --, Flynn headed to a familiar address. He remembered being here almost two weeks ago, for the sake of keeping Euphemia from doing anything she would regret, and called back like this for something equally urgent, he couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu.

"Lady Euphemia-- Euphie...?" He called out from the front door, knocking on the door out of habit even after he'd pressed the doorbell.

Yuri was following behind diligently, making sure Flynn wasn't going to collapse. Even if he did recover enough, he made sure Flynn didn't do anything too strenuous. He was pretty adamant, his mind could not be changed.

He did, however, allow Flynn to answer Euphie's call. It was Euphie. Yuri had come to treasure her as a valuable friend, and he wouldn't just leave her in the dust just because Flynn was a little weakened from his death.

Yuri just tried opening the doorknob, never one for manners.

"Yes! In here, please come in," she was already calling out as Yuri charged ahead. Her hands are covered in blood and there is a mess of gauze and bandages around them as she has been trying to do what she could for him. She kneels beside him, looking a little shaken, but trying to stay strong for him.

Large, grateful eyes look up to the two of them. Two knights coming to her rescue as far as she's concerned.

"I found him like this!"

Flynn had been on the verge of yelling at Yuri for just stepping in like that -- in a good way, that is -- but the urgency in Euphie's voice had his attention quickly snapping back to the reason they had gone to this apartment in the first place.

Knightly instincts quickly stepping in, Flynn quickly made a beeline towards where Euphie was. He knew that he would find the pink-haired princess with the injured Ken.

He had questions, of course, but they could be answered later. First things first, and he quickly began chanting the words to his strongest healing spell.

Yuri, meanwhile, knelt next to Euphie, took her in his arms, blood and all. He didn't mind, was even morbidly used to it. He just wanted her to calm down, wanted her to know it was all right. They were here, now, and this guy - who really went through so much in so little time - could make it if Flynn did his job well. Which he always did.

"So you have no idea what happened, huh." He took a look at the damage. What the hell was going on lately? Another glance at Flynn. He wasn't straining himself too much, right?

She would be clinging to Yuri if she wasn't so very aware of Ken's blood. As it was, she just leaned in against him, letting him hold her weight up. She felt a little weak at the moment and it was good to be held.

"He... He just got back." Her eyes remain on Ken, waiting for him to move. "He must have gotten hurt in his world. He implied it, but I didn't think it was this bad."

Groaning, Ken rolled to his side, the motion slow and more than little unsteady. Of course, he tried to push himself up to sit, but it really didn't work out so well. Gritting his teeth, he tried again, working himself a little more upright, even if the elbow holding his weight was doing more work than the rest of his body was.

"... who the hell?"

The question had Flynn frowning immediately, though he realized after a moment that Ken was probably referring to Yuri and him.

"We're friends of Euphie, Ken," he explained helpfully. It only made sense, of course. Ken had been injured badly then and Flynn himself hadn't stayed for long.

"You look like you've seen better days." His hold on Euphie was loose, just in case she wanted to break free and check over this guy instead, but also letting her know that he was there if she needed him.

Man, just what kind of stuff did this guy do for a living?

"Ken!" And she is leaving Yuri's arms to shift over and help him sit up. "Are you all right?" Worried Euphie is worried and close.

Without thinking, he pulled back from her help, lips curled down in a scowl. Yes, it put him flat on his back again, but he didn't seem to care as he rolled back the other way, working to get up again.

"Don't touch me. I told you I don't know you."

That had Flynn frowning. He gave Yuri a look before kneeling down beside his friend. It looked like Ken had forgotten Euphemia, but he didn't dare voice that concern yet.

He focused on the other matter at hand. "I'm not sure about what's happening right now, but we should get you to a bed first," he told Ken urgently. Trust Flynn to know how to worry about people.

Yuri rolled his eyes, frowning a little at Ken's reaction. Euphie definitely deserve that kind of attitude, not after she worried over him so much. Who cared if he'd forgotten her.

"Yeah, and why don't you watch what you're saying while you're at it."

She recoiled at his response. She failed at hiding the hurt in her expression.

...

"I'm sorry."

On hands and knees now, he didn't get a chance to see her expression, but the apology made his temper cool a little. As odd as the situation was, she didn't deserve his frustration. None of them did. Teeth gritting over a wave of dizziness, he slowly shifted to lean up, eyes closed as he shook his head, trying to clear it.

"... bed. Someone said something about a bed."

Flynn knew that Yuri was probably right but Ken was also injured. In any case, getting angry at an injured person was not going to amount to anything.

Without a word more, Flynn moved to assist Ken towards the nearby bed. He knew that Yuri would be there to help him too, in any case.

Of course, even as he did this, his thoughts were on Euphie and her reaction. They would have to sort this out, somehow.

Edited 2010-08-03 05:14 (UTC)

Yuri did help. He was irritated but not an asshole. He could see how hurt she was- and he didn't like it one bit. He wanted her to feel better, but if his past experiences were any indication, those memories weren't going to come back anytime soon.

She hung back a little, not wanting to upset Ken further. She held her hands out away from her, stained as they were in his drying blood. It was an awful, familiar feeling and she wouldn't let her gaze fall far enough down to see them.

"Can I get you anything? Are you thirsty?"

It took Ken a moment to realize she was talking to him. He dragged his gaze towards her, staring for a moment before he closed his eyes again, obviously wanting to do nothing more than just lay down and pass out again.

"'m not thirsty, but some towels... would be good."

Flynn watched this exchange in silence. He could see how hurt Euphie was by Ken's actions towards her, and it made him want to speak up. He held his tongue though, knowing that doing so could only make the situation worse. It was true that Ken could suffer from it, but he worried more for Euphemia. The pink-haired princess had done nothing wrong to deserve this.

Still, despite being experienced in keeping his mouth shut in the face of outright injustice (until a proper and lawful action could be taken, that is), Flynn found that he was balling his fists.

"I'll get them." She turns to head into the bathroom and she doesn't return quickly. She takes her time scrubbing the blood off. She doesn't want to soil his towels and once she starts it just takes awhile to get it all. She also gives herself a minute to pull herself together. Ken is back. He's healed and he'll be fine. These are the things to concentrate on. Not the missing memories or the way he'd been bleeding on his floor passed out just like...before.

Returning, she sets the towels down near the boyfriend who doesn't remember her.

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