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HEART SOLDIER SENSHI

[you find yourself in this derelict village, with not a soul to be seen—but before you is this station wagon:

for all intents and purposes, this baby is a simple "honk, steer, pedal to go, brakes to stop" vehicle that anyone with opposable thumbs can drive. despite its age, it does have a handy GPS system that displays paths you can take, but fails to identify anything like landmarks or other worldly features. last but not least: its paint job is done in your unit's color!

The following can be found in the trunk/dashboard:
• Icepicks
• These 5 Bone Saws
• A surgical set
• A single miniature of 99 Bananas
• one large first aid kit containing nothing but bandages and bandaids]

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[ Zhongli is gunning it after the tree crashes through the window. Time for white-knuckled offensive driving!

(Why isn't Hurricane driving again?

Oh.

Because hands...) ]

Duck and keep away from the windows please.

Oh, jesus. Alisaie?!

Hurricane, how are your hands?

Are you able to help staunch the bleeding?

Yeah - got it.

Do I just apply pressure, or - ?

[Reaching to help]

Yes, try to apply pressure. If you can fashion the bandages into a sort of eyepatch to keep the gauze in place that might be the best we can do in this situation.

Okay. Okay, yeah.

That's - that's a good idea. Lemme just, like -

[Time to dive-roll into the back seat, as you do]

Thank you, Hurricane.

[ Someone is gonna just continue to road rage against the trees then.

You got this. ]

[You too, Fast n Furious granpa. You too]

[She's bent forward with both hands pressed tight to her right eye, breathing ragged.]

[ He reaches back to attempt to grab onto her hand, her arm - anything that is within reach. ]

Alisaie, can you hear me?

Take deep breaths for me, all right?

[She nods, a little--

[He can't see you. That much filters through, after what feels like an eternity of darkness and terrible, throbbing pain. There's blood on her fingers, too much of it.]

Z--

[Breathe.]

Zhongli, I--

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[ He gives a squeeze to whatever part he can reach. ]

Yes?

Keep talking. I'm here. We're all here.

I'm--

[She grits her teeth.]

It hurts--

[Sorry.]

Yes, I imagine it does.

[ Another squeeze ]

Do you feel the people next to you? That is Alphinaud and Hurricane. They are going to tend to your injury.

So, please do what you need to do to manage the pain.

[She's got Alphinaud's hand now: she assumes it must be, from how cold it still feels. Clings to it so tightly she knows she has to be hurting him. Focuses on breathing.]

Not... the banana stuff.

[It's almost a joke.]

[ Oh, Alisaie. Never change ]

Very well.

Not the banana stuff.

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[She doesn't have time to cry out in surprise.

[Doesn't feel the branches as they scratch at her skin. It's nothing compared to the sudden white-hot pain in her eye, the feeling of nameless somethings being pierced and torn and wrenched, the sudden gout of wet and sticky heat that spills down her right cheek.

[The world, of course, goes dark.

[It's that which has Alisaie screaming, and for a long and breathless and agonizing moment it's very, very hard for her to stop.]

Hey... hey. I got you.

[Thank goodness he still has the hands and only lost the skin. It means he can listen when Zhongli asks him to staunch the bleeding. Which is to say, diving into the back seat to help out]

Just - just lay down on the seat, okay?

[Fumbling off his jacket, so he has something to apply pressure with]

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[He had been sitting between her and Hurricane, huddling up between them in the back seat as the branches scrape by. He reacts too slowly to put himself between his sister and the branch that manages to enter the vehicle, still shivering beside her in the car.]

Alisaie-!!

[His voice carries in the space of the car, a dismayed sound as he reaches for her.]

Stop- we should stop-

[Sorry, he's panicking and trying to help Hurricane put pressure on her eye.]

Alisaie-

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[It's got to be bad. The way Alphinaud is screaming tells her everything.

[She can feel them clustered about her now, feel hands pulling at her own, lifting them from her face - she doesn't want to ask what it is they see there, doesn't want it in words, not now. They're clutching at her, dragging her down to the seat and Alisaie reaches out, snatches at someone's hand: could be Hurricane's, could be Alphinaud's, she hopes it's Alphinaud, it's certainly cold enough and she--

[(--I want my brother--)

[--she hates that he's here to see this, and it matters quite terribly that he should be.]

Brother...

[Pressing down with the fabric of his jacket with one hand, while he fumbles for the first aid kit with the other; seems she did indeed get Alphinaud's hand]

He's right here. We got you, you're gonna be fine -

[Manages to get the latch open, clumsily, and fumble out the bandages]

[He's normally the calm one. He's normally well spoken and always there to solve problems with words and swift action. Watching his sister be hurt? All of that calm methodical reasoning goes completely out the window.]

You're alright. I've got you.

[He whispers soothing words while Hurricane tries to fumble with the first aid kit. His voice is still shaking and she'll feel something wet dripping occasionally onto her skin. He's holding onto her hand and brushing his fingers through her bangs, part to keep them out of the way of her injury but also a familiar gesture.]

I-I'm so sorry. I can't heal you - I can't-

[His voice breaks and he bites his lip to keep from trying to talk or cry.]

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It's--

[Breathe. Just like Zhongli told her. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Of course, it doesn't change a thing. The pain still tears at her. Her hands are still sticky with blood, there's still a weight on the side of her face, of damp and wadded fabric pressed too hard against cheek and brow and the orbit of her--]

--not you.

[Breathe.]

This place - the producers. Not you...!

[How can she make him understand this? The unjustness of it all almost cuts clear through the pain. That Alphinaud should have to feel responsible for this tears at her.]

[Letting up on the jacket for a couple of seconds, to create a clumsily folded wad of bandages. He pulls the fabric away so that he can press that to her eye instead, letting the jacket fall to the floor for now]

Yeah, dude. You don't gotta apologize for something they took away.

That ain't on you.

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