The Look Alike. (Closed)

"Don't know who the fuck he is, but he decided it was a good idea to stab a girl in the stomach. Ginger guy that came in after me burned his face, and I knocked him out." Magic explained in a bit of a monotone voice. He didn't really care about plant boy. Not in the slightest. "Only brought him here cause of the burn.. Need to go talk to the headmaster now.." Magic said Kayla before he turned and left the room, and the infirmary.

The Summer walked back into the hallway, absolutely clueless on how to help her any other way and glancing around for any sign of the nurse, or the assistant's the school bragged so damn much about, or someone. Thankfully, they didn't have to wait too long.

Ethan had been sorting through supplies in back, making sure nothing had gone missing when he'd heard the sudden the smallest split of thunder echo through the infirmary. Curiosity had drawn him out and Liam's shouting had brought him to Maisie's bedside.

"What happened?" He asked, frowning and wrinkling his nose at the foul smell the wound gave off. That much already told him one of her intestines was damaged. As the red-head explained, he started tearing open her shirt, throwing the folds aside to get a better view of the wound.

He quickly told Liam to get a rag and a water bottle off the shelf. Once he had, he began to clean all the blood away to get a better look at the stab itself. "I need you to stay awake, It'll be alright. Just try to focus on something. Talk to us."

"Talk to you...?" her voice sounded empty to herself. "The fuck do I talk to you about, I don't know you..." It seemed like those words would have been conveyed a little angrier if she wasn't bleeding out. What did he want to do, discuss the weather? Did he want a dying girl to lead a conversation? She couldn't think straight let alone carry a discussion. Nevertheless, she calmed down. The more flustered she got, the quicker her heart pumped, and the more she bleed. "J....who are you...?"

Her sharp attitude didn't seem to bother the nurse in the slightest. If anything, it left him more reassured that she was going to be alright. It didn't matter what she was saying, as long as her words weren't slurred and she was keeping consciousness - then he didn't have to worry about immediate blood loss, or any other complications. "Ethan," He said in a matter-of-factly tone. "I'm the one going to mend this puncture wound ... from a knife, I'm assuming?" He narrowed his eyes at the cut, washing the last of the blood away.

He pulled back his sleeves and placed his hand over the wound. A blue light glowed from underneath his touch, and the soothing relief on the stabbing should've been felt in an instant. "This one will take a while," he muttered to himself under his breath.

What? Stabbed someone? Kayla opened her mouth to ask more, a million questions running through her mind, but just like that, Magic ended the conversation and disappeared into the hallway. Not much of a talker, are you...? She wasn't sure what she expected, but right now, Magic didn't matter anyways.

She raised a hand, electricity dancing across her fingertips, and stared down at the kid with the burned face. From a glance, she would've said second degree burns, but she'd never been prepped for something as disfiguring as this. Rinse, wash, bandage, she assumed... He was unconscious, probably in shock from the pain along with whatever the fuck Magic did, but right now, Kayla just cared about getting more of an explanation than what she'd been given.

Kayla walked around to stand at his bedside and lowered her hand, resting her fingers on his chest. He was jolted like he'd just been slammed with a defibrillator. "Hey, Stabby. Rise and shine."

"No, from a teddy bear..." she gave him a dry smile, which twisted into a painful gasp as she lurched, lurched with strength she didn't know she had. It didn't seem to hurt that much when she had been covering it, but now he was pressing his hands to the wound, and it burned. It was only for an instant, an instant so short that she didn't bother to snap at him. It felt warm as his hand glowed blue, like some kind of relief patch. "I'm Maisie..." she murmured.

((OOC:: The feels Sleepy must have had when she finally got to be a defibrillator.))
((Sleepy Edit: Hell yeaaaaah.))

Just as suddenly as Modem was knocked out, he was brought back with a gasp. Immediately, his face started burning like it was still on fire. He started screaming madly, first trying to touch it, the wound that would disfugure him. Moss grew across the burn like a scab, but it only gave some comfort. Sitting straight up he screamed again, his one useful eye glancing around madly. This was the infirmary... The first thing he heard was Maisie's voice through the wall and some boy.... some boy helping her! With a louder screech he launched himself off of the cot, scrambled into the hallway and to the neighboring room, and tackled the boy with a hand to her stomach. Throwing punches wildly, he tried to pummel the boy, ignoring the other standing nearby. The frustration of his power being nearly useless in this situation made him scream again, and fall off the boy. With a sudden thought he stopped, and calmly stood. Inside, he was inside, and trapped. Had to get out, had to get out! He flashed back towards the door like a caged wild animal.

Kayla would've started to speak. She knew all the typical lines, even if the procedure was unfamiliar. 'Just lay back,' or, 'Chill the fuck out before I knock you out again.' He was screaming, screaming at the top of his lungs, clawing at his burns, with moss spreading across his disfigured face like ice. But before she could've reached out to restrain him, his head snapped to the side, and then he was running back into the hall.

It happened so fast and so unexpectedly that she didn't have time to react. What kind of fucking idiot ran away from an infirmary bed with injuries like that? What did this guy even...

The revelation hit her like a ton of bricks, just as the screams continued into the neighboring room. He's still trying to kill that fucking girl?!

Their mess was quickly becoming her mess. She went sprinting out after him, and just as he turned around to escape out the room, Kayla slid in front of the door to cut off his escape. Electricity rippled down her hand. "You piece of shit!" she shouted, snapping her fingers.

The room was filled with an explosive roar, the force of the shockwave blowing everything to the floor. Kayla was only a silhouette against the hazy gray smoke, blue currents whipping around her. Her fingers were pointed at Modem. "Don't make me burn the other side of your face."

As for everyone and everything else in the room... well, Kayla hadn't considered them. Drawers, cabinets, medical equipment, and people had all went flying to the ground at once, and the ground was littered with shattered glass where she'd blown out the window.

There was no escape for him. Almost no escape.

Ethan had almost finished sealing up the worst of his patient's wound when a man came screaming at him out of nowhere, tacking him to the ground. He hadn't had time to move or the ability to balance himself any, crashing easily to the floor. There wasn't much else he could do other than try to protect his face from this guy who came in such a sudden blur.

"What the hell?" Liam had to jump back to avoid being knocked down to the ground himself, completely caught off guard as the crazy motherfucker started pounding the doctor into the floor. He grabbed at Modem's shoulder, pulling him back off of Ethan before he seemed to stand up on his own, seemingly lost before he tried to sprint out the door.

And then everything hit the floor. Literally. Even Liam, and poor Ethan once he'd tried to pull himself up again.

The Winter in the room gritted his teeth, shuddering and trying to get up again. "Kayla, are you crazy?" He asked, glass having scratched his cheek.

Liam glanced over to where Maisie laid, wondering how the shock had fared with her. "Still with us, Blondie?" The red-head called, pushing himself back unto his feet and staring Modem down from near the window. Flames engulfed his hand, crawling up his arm and slowly burning away at his sleeve. He could try to get somewhere, but not without a fight.

Blondie didn't answer. She had been feeling the relief of a closing wound before that psycho pushed through again. She wanted to scream, but her throat made no sounds; she only stared with wide eyes as he barreled through. He came to finish the job. This was short lived, as there were plenty of other people in the room, but Maisie was still terrified. She watched Liam pull at Modem, before there was a sudden crackle, a sizzle that knocked her bed out from under her. She rolled and fell. The blood loss, the fear, the shock; it was too much, and her vision snapped to black as she hit the floor.

The lightbulb had shattered the moment she came sliding in, and in the hazy half-light of the infirmary, Modem's face was transformed into something monstrous. Burns stretched across half his face, coated in a dark moss, and a single red eye peered out from behind his black bangs. It seemed to burn straight through her. Even right here, when she had every advantage, she couldn't help but feel unnerved.

She had her lines. The nurses all did.

'Calm down and we'll heal you.'
'We can still fix your face.'
'Get away from the girl.'
'There's nothing to be afraid of.'

But Kayla didn't use any of those.

"The Headmaster's coming," she told him, ignoring all the others in the room. Crazy? How was she crazy? She'd just saved them. "If you stay right there, you'll deal with him." Electricity flickered down her arm, and a sadistic grin began to spread across her face. "But if you make one move before he gets here, you'll be dealing with me. So sit tight if you don't want to become a dust pile, alright?"

Ethan's eyes shot open once he'd noticed that the girl had gone out cold. "No, no, no...!" He moved his way over to her quickly. Blood was still seeping out of the wound, not to the degree it had been before, but it was clear she'd lost way too much, more than he'd been anticipating. "Help me get her back on the cot." He said, trying to lift her up. Liam had little other choice then to move, putting his fire out and putting her bed unto the bed.

The Winter rushed around, finding the computer the closest computer in the room that held all the schools records, that was finishing restarting thanks to Kayla's shock. "Come on..." While waiting for it to load, he went over to where a bunch of supplies fell, picking up tubes and an IV.

Liam stood at Maisie's bedside, looking from Modem to the girl in the doorway, uncertain of what to do.

"Kayla, I need you to check her pulse." Ethan insisted, moving back to the computer.

OOC: Something amusing: standing, Kayla only comes up a little below Modem's shoulders. Image for scale.

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If it wasn't for Ethan panicking in the background, she would've burned a hole straight through him without a second thought, but accidentally electrocuting everybody else too would've been a pain in the ass. So she just stared and watched as he got up, slowly, deliberately, waiting for the slightest movement that would give her an excuse to fry him. When he held out his hand, she almost snapped her fingers again, but the beautiful blood red flower blooming from his palm made her pause. Surprise made her take a step back, a mixture of shock, incredulity, and cold fury all flickered across her face at once.

A minute ago, this guy had been screaming on the top of his lungs and bashing Ethan's face in. Now he was trying to give her a flower.

It was a little funny, when she looked back on it, that he was the first guy who'd ever said anything like that to her. But even without her promise from before, to incinerate him if he moved, she would've killed him for the pick-up line alone. A pun? Really?

Check a pulse? Couldn't he see that she was kinda busy here?

The boy was a full foot taller, and probably more than a hundred pounds heavier. It'd been a mistake to let him stand up all the way, but she couldn't waste time thinking about that right now. She stirred herself forward, sending a right hook flying toward his ribs, electricity crackling in her fist. Her other hand would be useless in its cast thanks to her broken wrist. "I told you to sit still!"

The blonde would have to wait.