multiversallogs | I promise I shall never give up

Who: Stephanie Brown, Hermione Granger, Jason Todd
What: Hermione patches Steph up, Jason is a door to door violence salesman
Where: Steph's place!
When: Early morning, just after this
Notes: I am all up in yr log comm. Also I'm bad at html so if this looks weird somehow, bear with me while I fix it
Warnings: Injuries, discussions of violence, Jason Todd

By the time Steph slips into her backyard after the long, slow trip home, it's light outside. She's grateful that she's in a less busy part of Skulkford, because there's no one around to see how pathetic she looks, and there's no one to tip off the militia that she's here. She knows she should have gone to her safe house and gotten changed, but she had a feeling that even if she'd made it there, she wouldn't have made it home. She's just glad she left a spare key hidden by the back door, because she doesn't have the energy to break into her own house, and she hadn't taken a key in case she'd gotten captured.

Once inside, and with the door relocked, Steph drags herself into her bedroom, grabbing a clean towel as she goes past the linen closet. Her suit isn't as waterproof when it's got slashes in it, and the river seeped in, leaving her feeling wet and grimy. With the adrenalin rush gone, she finds her hands shaking as she drops the towel on her bed and picks up her CiD, but she has something she needs to do. It occurred to her on the way home, as she was trying to figure out how not to die, that she knew someone who could help. Hermione and her had discussed healing magic, and Steph is in desperate need of it now.

need a big favour: can you come over asap? having trouble with a work thing, need help with the stuff you were teaching me a few weeks ago.

She thinks it might be too risky to just say I need help, in case the militia are monitoring the network to find whoever was responsible for the altercation tonight. It might be overly paranoid, but she feels justified in being paranoid at the moment, and just hopes that Hermione understands what's not being said; she prays the reference to their magic lessons will be enough.

That done, and once she's sitting on the edge of her bed, she pushes her cowl off, then fumbles for the release on her cape, sighing in relief as the weight leaves her shoulders and the cape and cowl ends up on the floor -- she can pick it up later. Her gloves go next, but when she tries to reach for the zip at the back of her suit, the pain makes her give up that idea instantly. She'll just have to stay in her suit for a little longer, hopefully Hermione will be here soon.

Threaded | Flat

Hermione understands instantly. That's sort of her role in life, really. She's working on translating a Latin piece and getting nowhere when the text comes through.

Crookshanks is taken by surprise by her suddenly removing him from her lap to stand up and race to snatch her bag- constant vigilance- but after the sharp crack of Apparition, he's left to yowl disconsolately to an empty flat.

ASAP means ASAP, after all.

She Apparates inside the door of Steph's house; she might hear the sound of her appearing there. The house is dark and for a moment Hermione fears a trap- but a quick, nonverbal hominum revelio tells her that there's only one person in the house besides herself.

It's then that she notices the blood on the floor.

Before-- everything, Hermione might have panicked. There's certainly a sharp gasp, a hand going to her mouth- and yet almost immediately, she's moving as fast as she can, wand held tight in her hand, finding Steph with no further delay, her mind sharp with urgency and concern.

Steph, when she finds her, is a sight, but she's breathing. Hermione's seen worse. Hermione's been worse. That doesn't help much.

She notes the suit in the back of her mind but it's not the point now; she'll address it later.

"Stephanie," she says, appalled, drawing closer rapidly and crouching by the bed to get a better look at her. "Merlin, what happened?" There's something deeply shaken in her voice, but it doesn't win out over practical concerns. She drops her bag on the floor and whips her wand through the air, summoning items from its depths and letting them hover in midair- potions and tinctures and all manner of other medicines. She puts her wand in her pocket (the bottles remain floating; wandless hover charms require a lot of concentration but she works best under stress) and snatches a vial of flesh-sealing ointment from the air- blood loss first, she decides. There's a dropper, and her hands barely shake as she starts to apply drops of it to the worst of Steph's cuts.

Of course she stays prepared for emergencies at all times. Even at home. Before coming to Baedal, that had been paranoia, PTSD, anxiety- take your pick- and she had known it, or known she was meant to know it. Here, it's survival.

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