And Duo could see the blood dampening the back the torn fabric on her back. Hmmn. And then there were his legs, causing him to tread lightly on each step. Ow. "Fuck--!" Ow. Ow.

He grimaced but moved on, heading past where they pulled that metal and leaving it there, then leading the way down the hall back to the fountain. He stopped there, leaning against a pillar and leaned forward to roll up his pants, which were torn enough that they may have to become shorts.

Bed? Bed sounded good. So did a med kit. "What are the odds of the fountain here gracing us with a medical kit right this second?"