infinite_reflection | The Hell Just Happened?

Seiya was in fact breathing, and as they made their transition between the parallel worlds, she began coming to. Eyes opening halfway, her gaze darted between her comrades.

There they were, in the same elevator as before the whole ordeal. The doors swung open, revealing the lobby. People bustled in and out, going about their business as if nothing had happened.

"You guys... okay?"

When Miho opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. On her knees and in the plain ol' lobby elevator instead of some weird other world one! She glanced around a bit, as if she couldn't believe her eyes, and then looked down to Seiya. “Senpai! Senpai, you're okay!” Minus the bleeding fist. Actually, the bespectacled girl was bleeding, too! Hand wounds, woohoo!

She breathed a sigh of relief... And then sniffled. “M-mm, I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm glad you're awake. Are you alright, G-chan?” Sniffle, sniff. Oh boy, was she crying a little? Hard to tell, because her face was behind her hands.

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Greg's eyes opened and he immediately leaned backward and against one of the mirrored walls. Potentially a bad idea, but then this one wasn't sucking him in, so... He exhaled a sigh of relief and then regarded the other two, having returned to his line-faced and otherwise undisturbed attitude. "Uh, I'm good. The only one not bleeding, anyway. Got a first aid kit in your apartment, Miho-san?" His finger hovered over the button for the thirty-sixth floor, not that the boy was very much in the mood for another elevator ride. It beat climbing that many floors, though.

They might've expected worry behind the somewhat cold exterior, but in all honesty he was more concerned with whatever had come out of the elevator and laid waste to everything. Maybe this was like a game. If it was, he wanted one of those.

Glancing down at her hand, she noticed the shards of glass embedded in her flesh. Oh. Seiya's eyes clenched shut as she tried to imagine herself anywhere but on the elevator. "'m gonna throw up." She buckled into herself, shaking. "Oh God please..."

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“H-hookay, okay, aha, ahh, no puking in the elevatorrr…” She didn’t really feel like cleaning puke up, and they were both bleeding.. Miho stood up with a bit of a sway. That had certainly been an adventure – not to mention really scary. “Yes! Right! First a-aid kit, let’s, let’s go. Can you walk, senpai? G-san, help mee..”

And with that, if Gregory would help her, Miho attempted to lift her senpai on up and waited for them to slowly ascend to the thirty sixth floor (once Greg hit the button, of course). Fortunately this time no crazy hoodoo happened, and it was a relatively peaceful ride. Once they arrived she was really rather hasty to walk Seiya out of the damned thing and then down the hall.

He pushed that '36' button and then leaned down to help Miho lift their friend up. The slow climb up was a little awkward in Greg's personal opinion, mostly because he had to support a bleeding friend with another bleeding friend and he wasn't entirely sure what they'd tell Miho's mother if she was home. Yeah, he'd just hope that she wasn't! And if she was... Distract her with his apparent good looks, or something. "Seems, uh... Nothing's happening. So that's good..." Indeed, there was a pleasant *ding* and then the doors slid open to reveal the 36th floor.

Gregory took one side while Miho took the other, and they helped poor Seiya walk down the hallway and to the apartment's door. "I'll, uh... Find your keys, Miho-san, I can hold her up."

Seiya wobbled, stomach doing cartwheels. She leaned on Greg as Miho apparently fished for her keys. She let out a shaky sigh, trying to stand on her own. Yeah nope. Holding tight to her new friend, she tried not to bleed all over him.

"Unnngh what the heeelll just..."

“H-happened? Eheh.. Ah..” She finished the sentence for her, fishing about in her pockets for her keys. Her messy bun hairstyle had only gotten messier during their foray into that strange otherworld, and now it was all standing up at odd angles and all over the place. “I wonder that, too.. Um. Once we’re inside, you guys can sit on the couch – don’t bleed on it! Mom will kill me. I’ll get the first aid kit for us.” The door was promptly unlocked then, and then Miho ushered them both inside before any of her neighbors started peeking out of their own apartments.

Fortunately her mother was not home. She couldn’t think of any excuses to explain their state! “Okay! I’ll get the first aid kit. G-chan,” Whoops, that slipped again. “Sit senpai down, and then make some tea for us? In the kitchen, everything’s out already..” Shoes off, and then she zipped into her apartment and down the hall to find the first aid kit.

It would be several minutes until she returned, with an oversized kit, a pair of tweasers, and a smile on her face. “We’re going to have to pick that glass out of your hand… Sorry, Seiya-chan.”

Gregory remained quiet and apparently resolute! At least he wasn't freaking out, so that could be comforting to some small degree. He gave Miho a nod with her instructions and walked Seiya over to the couch as soon as they were inside. The jacket on him was shrugged off and then he draped it across the girl on the couch's lap... Greg placed her hands there and then made a slight face. "You can bleed on that. I'll, uh... Wash it, later." Or throw it out. Probably the latter, yeah.

"Stay here, all right? Just, uh... Lean back and relax, y'know. I'm gonna make that tea." With those words he retreated into the kitchen. Greg looked a little lost in his thoughts, and it was probably obvious what he was thinking about. By the time Miho came back, he was still working on that tea!

Taking a seat, Seiya started crying again. It was expected after all that had just transpired. Resting her hands obediently on Greg's jacket, she watched him walk away as Miho returned. They were the three unlikely musketeers now. Holding her bleeding hand towards her best friend, she finally got a good look at it.

"Oh God that's deep."

“”O-oh, oh God, that really is deep.” Miho bit her lip in worry, gnawing and chewing on it absently. “I can do it, though. I’ve taken first aid classes. Cleaning it.. Cleaning it might sting, I’m sorry. G-san! Can you bring some warm water out with the tea, as well, pretty please?” With a look of determination she went to her knees in front of Seiya, opening the first aid kit. “Ready?” Without waiting, she gingerly grasped a shard of glass with the tweezers and went to tug it lightly out.

Gregory had just come out with the tray of tea when she made her request, and he set it gently down on the coffee table there. "Yeah, uh, I'll get it." He cringed briefly at the state of Seiya's hands and then scurried back into the kitchen. The boy let the sink run until the water was hot and then filled a glass... He wasn't entirely sure what container Miho wanted it in, but this would have to do! By the time he came back out she was tugging one of the shards out, though, and the face the poor boy made could not have been encouraging for poor Seiya. "Urrghh..!"

He set the glass down next to the tray with the teapot and several cups on it, then took a seat about as far as he could get from the injured girl. Gregory had no desire to get up close and personal with her injuries! School was going to be a nightmare if she couldn't write, and it looked pretty bad, so...

Crying out in pain, Seiya cringed. Her body jerked and the painful shock surging up her spine caused her to howl again. "J-Jeeze..." The glass being removed produced more blood, and she began to shake in fear.

"I-I'm sorry about your jacket!" she choked out between sobs.

Miho was good at this whole first aid thing, but... Holy crap she felt terrible for hurting Seiya like this! She continued her work through quiet mumbles of 'sorry, sorry, sorry', her opposite hand gingerly rubbing against her senpai's leg in what she hoped was a comforting manner. Gregory's jacket was getting really bloody, considering they were both bleeding – the glasses wearing girl wasn't quite so bad off, though.

“Almost got most of it out.” She gulped. “There's.. just a few little shards. This is reeeally going to hurt, I'm so sorry. Brace yourself, k-kay?” And with that, Miho had to dig the tweezers right on in to remove the last shards. “G-san, towels, please. In the b-bathroom, get a cloth or something.”

Yeah, that jacket was going in the wastebin as soon as he got home. Maybe sooner, because a jacket covered in blood was sort of suspicious, wasn't it? Yeah, he'd throw it out somewhere on the way... Oh, Miho was talking. Gregory returned to reality in time to hear that, he'd been purposefully avoiding paying attention to the proceedings, and stood up with a firm nod. Surprisingly he already knew where the bathroom was in this particular apartment, but only because the last time he was in it he'd stripped down to nothing and put only a damned towel on.

That made the towels easy to find, too, so hey! Greg returned a moment later with one large bath towel and another more like a washcloth; he wasn't exactly sure which one Miho could get the most use out of. "Uh, here you go. I got... A few." The boy was a lot quieter than usual since the little incident, but that was hardly surprising, now was it? "Oh, and don't worry about the jacket."

Free palm wiping at her tears, Seiya kept her eyes shut as the last of the glass was plucked free. In retrospect, it was stupid of her to have slammed her hand into a mirror, yet it seemed to have saved their asses. What was even going on, anyway?

Her shoulders slumped as she gave up, a woozy haze washing over her. "Maybe I should lay... down..."

“Yes! Aha, ah, yes, please. Lay down. I'll clean your hand up and bandage it – it might need stitches later but... You just sleep now, okay, senpai?” She'd set all the glass shards down on the table (oh, great. Woops. She'd gotten blood on the table.) and was now gently dabbing at her hand with the washcloth Gregory brought over. Pretty soon the wound would be all clean. “Um.. G-san. Can you.. help me with my hand?”

The boy made a face at her suggestion. "Uhh... If you talk me through it..?" He wasn't quite sure how badly Miho had injured that hand, or if he'd be plucking anything out of it today. Greg hoped not, but either way he had no experience with this sort of thing beyond putting band-aids on small cuts. "Guess I'm pretty lucky. The only, uh... I didn't get hurt. Yeah." He lowered into a squat beside the girl, holding a hand out and then motioning with it to suggest that she put hers in it. "How, uh, how bad is it?"

Using her good hand to appreciatively tug Miho's sleeve, Seiya laid on her side, eyes slipping shut. Hugging Gregory's jacket, she allowed herself to relax, slipping into a well needed sleep.

Miho let out a slow breath as their senpai drifted off. She continued cleaning her wound, being as gentle as possible. Rather soon it was all cleaned out and wrapped up tightly but carefully. With an apologetic smile, the girl held out her hand for Gregory. It was no where near as bad as Seiya's, but there was a jagged cut along her palm (from the ice) that was still freshly bleeding. “It just needs to be cleaned out with water and antiseptic, then wrapped up. E-easy peasy.”

"Right. Okay, that's easy enough." Unfortunately for her, he didn't seem to be the most gentle guy when it came to this sort of thing. The water came first; he dumped a small bit from the glass of now warm-ish water onto the cut and then dabbed at it with the towel she hadn't used on Seiya. "Right, and now..." Antiseptic came from the table, having been pulled out of the first aid kit for their much more injured friend, and he dumped (that's not a good word) a fair amount right onto the little gash. Whoops!

When she was done reacting unfavorably to that, Greg wrapped her hand up with a slightly apologetic look. When he was done he stood up, rubbing both palms together and then glancing around. "So... Uh, today. That was something..."

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Miho nodded her head in a silent reply. Her teeth were set and her jaw was clenched. Oddly enough, she had a pretty large pain threshold when it was something she was expecting. She winced and fiercely blinked back tears when he dumped a painful amount of antiseptic on her... And then it was done! Yay, all wrapped up.

She pulled her hand back in with a shuddering breath and a sniffle. "Y-yea, yes, huh? That was really..."

Greg was quiet for a moment, even though he was the one who talked first. He looked down to Seiya on the couch and then back up to Miho, looking like he couldn't figure out what exactly to say. It came to him before too long, though, and the boy shook his head with a sigh. "I don't know how we're going to, uh... Explain this. We can't tell anyone, Seiya-san said the police already laughed at her." Hands went into his pockets and he hunched over a little bit.

"We can just hope... Uh... Hope that was it, I guess. Maybe they'll back off now that whatever came out of the elevator killed them." Something told him otherwise, though. Dammit.

“So.. It'll be just us?” She nodded a little to herself, looking down at her hands. Miho compared the bandaged one to the normal one, and then put on a smile. “Well, if it's something um.. Y'know, dangerous. Which it obviously is.. At least Seiya-chan can protect people.” That thing had obviously come from her, hadn't it? “I wish we could, too..”

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