[ A stab to the gut is nothing to laugh about: it's also nothing that anyone can press through on the power of persistence alone, so Venom works his way to a brisk trot, ignoring how his bones jostle in his chest. It looks like Shadow Dorian is disoriented enough that Venom can push through, so he maneuvers across the room and picks up what looks to be a healing potion left unscathed on one of the intact racks.
Triage instincts kick in. He could take some of this for himself, but urgent physical care is necessary for at least one person in this room. ]
—Don't move.
[ Short words hissed through a clenched jaw. Venom kneels next to Kaz, wiping blood off of his jaw with his human hand while he uncaps the potion with his bionic. Really, he doesn't have so much time to waste, but there are some gestures that require reinforcement— an assurance that he paints with gentle fingers that open red-stained lips, to pour half of the contents of the bottle down a struggling throat.
His palm clamps over his XO's mouth to make sure he swallows, and with a final brush of palm to hair, Venom is off again: up the stairs, through the miasma and over to Dorian.
And Christ, Dorian is in bad shape too. Good thing he brought the other half of the healing potion, except for the fact that there's really no way to administer it until the mage is awake; that can be arranged. ]
Dorian. [ A light shake, palms to lacerated shoulders. Despite everything, Venom manages to keep his tone collected. Level. ] You're gonna have to come back to us.
[ And, well. If this doesn't work, he's going to have to carry Dorian across his shoulders, which is decidedly not ideal when his chest feels like a minefield of fragments. He's getting ready to make that choice, though. ]
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Triage instincts kick in. He could take some of this for himself, but urgent physical care is necessary for at least one person in this room. ]
—Don't move.
[ Short words hissed through a clenched jaw. Venom kneels next to Kaz, wiping blood off of his jaw with his human hand while he uncaps the potion with his bionic. Really, he doesn't have so much time to waste, but there are some gestures that require reinforcement— an assurance that he paints with gentle fingers that open red-stained lips, to pour half of the contents of the bottle down a struggling throat.
His palm clamps over his XO's mouth to make sure he swallows, and with a final brush of palm to hair, Venom is off again: up the stairs, through the miasma and over to Dorian.
And Christ, Dorian is in bad shape too. Good thing he brought the other half of the healing potion, except for the fact that there's really no way to administer it until the mage is awake; that can be arranged. ]
Dorian. [ A light shake, palms to lacerated shoulders. Despite everything, Venom manages to keep his tone collected. Level. ] You're gonna have to come back to us.
[ And, well. If this doesn't work, he's going to have to carry Dorian across his shoulders, which is decidedly not ideal when his chest feels like a minefield of fragments. He's getting ready to make that choice, though. ]