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24 year-old Uni Student from Bonn, Germany
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been RPing for about 10 years now
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Finally managed to find some time to relax and reply!
My heads getting all crammed up >-<
"Alright." Greg answered. It was a little worrying for Sherlock not to care about what he was eating. Far as he knew, the man didn't eat often but was rather picky when he did eat. Greg glanced out the door into the living room, then looked back at Sherlock for a moment, observing. He was shaking, Greg could see that from here he stood. Their eyes met and Lestrade wasn't sure whether avert his eyes, or hold his.
Sherlock lay back and almost immediately groaned in pain, curling up and breathing deeply to relax himself. Greg realized the other man probably didn't want him to watch him like that, so he turned his head and stepped out of the room, heading for the living room and pulling out his phone, to place their order. Then he answered some of the messages he had gotten from Donovan, not calling her back though. He wasn't up for finding all kinds of believable excuses while trying to hide what had actually happened. The woman always got curious when it came to Sherlock, eager to find faults in the man. Not that Greg could say anything against that, Sherlock certainly had never been anything close to nice to her and he didn't seem to mind the reaction he got. Since it was the reaction he got from most, if not all people. John was, of course, one of the few exceptions there. Greg himself had never been the type to get mean when maddened or reply alike. And he had learned over time, that Sherlock was just being himself. They got along just fine as long as Greg didn't let the comments to get to him too much. Which didn't always work, of course, but most of the time.
Some minutes had passed when he stepped back into the room and looked at Sherlock. "The food will be here soon. Can I do anything for you?"
Though Daniel definetely meant his words to be reassuring, Kat had noticed both the uncertain tone in his voice and the long pause he had taken to think about the answer before answering. He wouldn't admit to it, it seemed, but he was definetly just as worried about Emilia as she was. He was probably thinking through every bad possibility that Kat wasn't allowing herself to even think of thinking about. She would just make herself insane if she started imagining things now. "It's Emilia.. She can handle herself. You know that.. I bet you she might just not be feeling well today and don't want to tell you because she knows that you'll be mad and force her to come." he said in the end, making Kat raise an eyebrow. Normally she would've turned at punched him for that, ut at the moment she wasn't up for getting revenge for the teasing. She sighed.

And froze for a second when she noticed Daniel shifting a little closer and putting an arm around her shoulder to pull her into a half-hug. Normally she would've freed herself and teased him mercylessly for that. Now, it was really comforting, so she leaned into him and put her head back on his shoulder, looking up at the sky. "It can be just us two today. Don't think about anything else. I mean, it's not that bad right? We get to do things that Emilia normally would stop us from doing! Like arguing or playing catch." Kat laughed and turned her head to look at his face as he looked up at the sky. Arguing and playing catch, not like Emilia ever really managed to get them to stop with that, it's basically what they were always doing. "Or just.. Spend some more time a little less hectic." he added, making her smile.

"Less hectic... that sounds good." she replied. "You're right, it's Emilia. She'll be fine." she added with a nod to herself, trying to reassure them both. "God, I so don't want to go back to class! But someone has to take notes for Emilia. And we can't leave Sirius to himself without any warning.." she mused. Noticing she was still holding his lunch, Kat lifted it up a little and continued to eat until half of it was gone, then put it on Daniel lap. "There you go. Aren't I being nice?" she teased him with a grin and bumped him lightly in the side with her elbow.
Takiko was truly relieved when she finally heard him talk. Until then she had merely gotten a few looks from him and it was never a good sign if the patient wasn't able to talk to you, especially when said patient had a head wound caused by a car accident. With the brain you never knew what would happen. But he seemed to be awake again and was enough so, to sit up, move a little and to think properly. Not that she would listen to him, even if their knight would decide differently. She had long ago given up on finding any survivors so wasily like this and now she had found two of them. And she was certain she could safe the injured one. As long as they managed to get away from there and not be bitten. She turned around and gasped at the sheer numbers of creatures having collecting in what little time it had taken her to take care of the wounds. She wouldn't have thought that there would be so many of them in this forest, though she guessed it was the close vicinity to the city that had the things roaming around here. Maybe she'd been lucky not to have taken that bath, even though she still wished to get one. After all, she had added blood to the dirt and sweat.

She turned back around and looked at the guy. "I share our knights opinion. I've patched you up for now, I'll need to stitch up both wounds when we have the time, but this should stop the bleeding, which is most important. You'll be fine as long as we can get away from here." She glanced at the truck and sighed. "The truck won't get us anywhere, I guess." Takiko turned to look at the other guy. He didn't look like he had a lot of muscles hidden somewhere. She looked at her patient. "I'll help you up. Do you think you can even remotely walk, if I support you?" she asked him then raised her voice for the other one to hear her properly as well. "My van is parked not far from here. A few minutes north, through the forest." she gestured towards the direction she'd come from. She glanced at all the equipment strewn about. "Is there anything we need to take with us?" What she meant was if there was any important memento he needed. A photo or something. Because she herself wouldn't leave that kind of thing behind if she had the chance, not in times like these, where you neede something to hold on to, to keep going.
no, won't leave him behind ;)
yeah, exams are coming up in less than a month and I'm already panicking now, it's so much to memorize O.o
Greg felt strangely satisfied at seein Sherlock blush as well. He usually didn't seem to be fazed by anything. He was almost daily being accused of having a thing going on with John and most of the time he didn't say anything about it, not denying it either. Though John always made sure to correct that. John. Maybe he would be able to handle this better. But Greg wasn't going to call him when Sherlock had already told him he didn't want John there. Greg guesses the man would've preferred for noone to have seen him like this. Understandably so, but he was glad he had been there from the start, because the thought of Sherlock having to take this on by himself was unbearable.
And it seemed he had gotten a little closer to getting over it. Because he had actually admitted to him he was feeling terrible. And that was the first step to getting beter, right?
Greg looked back at Sherlock, keeping their gazes locked and then nodded shortly in recognition. He wasn't going to comment on it or anything, he didn't wan't to make him pull back again.
"I'll order some soup for you, alright?" He should be able to keep that much down for the time being. "Any preferences?" he added, standing in the doorway and running a hand through his sleep-rumbled hair.
I'm so sorry for not replying or so long, life's been getting in the way..
I need to go to sleep now, but I'll definetly post tomorrow!
Takiko grew panicked as she carefully prodded at the headwound, trying to find out how deep the wound really was. She used her shirtsleeve to wipe the blood away, though that didn't hold out long, since this kind of wound tended to bleed badly. She glances around and saw more creatures getting closer. Cursing, she turned to shoot at them, though most of the bullets didn't hit their target. She really was a horrible shot, even though one would think she'd have to have had enough practice by now.

She turned back around, looking at the injured guy. He seemed to be losing consciousness, obviously because of his headwound. He had barely managed to react to her presence, exept flinch and nod at her. She would have to move him to properly treat his injuries. He needed to rest and something to eat, since he really had lost a lot of blood. But even though Takiko was strong, she didn't think she'd be able to carry this guys dead-weight all the way back to her van. While shooting all the creatures coming for them. Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to calm herself and put together some proper thoughts on how to proceed. First, she needed to do some first-aid for both the head wound and the arm, he couldn't afford losing any more blood, since there was no way they could they could replenish it without him being awake and able to eat.

She was just about to get the first aid kit from her backpack, when she heard a shot right behind her. Takiko whirled around, her eyes wide and going even wider at what she saw. Another survivor. And one willing to help and hold the creatures back until they would be ready to move. She didn't answer his words, just grit her teeth and did as he said, trying to ignore the sounds to be heard from behind. When she turned back around, she noticed another first aid kit lying on the ground a few meters from them. It must have been thrown our of the car when the accident happened. She got up and ran over, grabbing it and hurrying back, kneeling back down again and spreading it open on the grass. Her eyes went back to her patients face.

"Stay awake!" she told the guy, not loud or agressively, just stern and clearly audible, so that even his damaged brain, that likely wanted to shut of, would hear and comprehend the words. She reached out, taking both sides of his face in her hands and looking at him, trying to catch his eyes. "You have to stay awake, okay?" she repeated. It was important for him not to lose consciousness now, because with a head injury like that it ould happen that he would not wake up again. She let go of him and grabbed one of the knifes in her boots, pulling it out to cut off his shirtsleeve and reach his injured arm better. With quick, trained motions, she started to clean up both wounds as best as she could at that moment, then carefully patched up the headwound and bandaged the arm. She looked up. "You still with me?" she asked him, trying to make out his condition. Then she glanced back to make sure their knight was doing alright.
Freezing at the sound of a shot being fired nearby, Takiko raised her own gun and carefully looked around. She was still in the forest, but according to her map she should be getting to the lake soon. A gun being fired could only mean there was another survivor nearby, of course. But it also meant there were the creatures around as well, and they would be getting more, lured from the sound. When there had still been more survivors, Takiko wouldn't have headed for the direction the sound had come from, after all, you never knew what was waiting for you there. But now, that she hadn't seen anyone for weeks, she had the feeling she should go and try to help out if her help is needed. She had just decided to head into the direction she had thought the sound had come from, when another was fired. She had been right, she was getting closer. The backpack was hindering her a little, it wasn't too huge, because lugging that kind of thing around wouldn't do you any good should you have to run, or climb or hide. But in direct combat, even the smaller one wasn't too practical. She made off at a run, though still trying to be careful nt to make too much noise, wouldn't want to have the creatures change their mind and have a go at herself.

It didn't take long and the trees were getting lighter, which meant she was getting close to the lake, so she slowed down, gun up and ready for use. Se kept to the trees, not wanting to walk around in the open and get shot by another survivor because he, or she, had thought her to be one of the dead creatures comeing to get a meal. Takiko crept closer to the end of the trees, could already see the water and the sunlight reflecting off of it. Sadly, her bath would have to be put on hold, she thought for a second, then heard some heavy, rattling breathing a few feet behind her and twigs snapping as something made its way though the forest behind her. She whirled around, raised her gun and shot. It was strange to react, take aim and pull the trigger out of pure instincts. Or at least it had been in the beginning, Now, Takiko only wondered about herself sometimes. She had done hand-to-hand combat, took classes of all kinds of martial arts, but guns..., she had never thought about ending up always carrying one around and actually using it so often. But in that moment, she was just happy that the creature had been far enough away to spare her from its gory blood getting all over her. Now that she had shot as well, the other survivor should be alarmed to her presence, so maybe it was a good thing? She turned back around, continued her way towards the lake, still keeping to the tree trunk, just to make sure.

A few more steps and she was out of the trees, blinking as the sunlight hit her eyes with full force as she left the shadows. She looked around. It wasn't hard to find the one who had fired those shots earlier, after all a truck turned upside down wasn't too hard to miss. She stared for a moment, taking everything in, and at the same time still a little afraid to be mistaken for one of the creatures. The cars passenger door was open, a lot of the things that seemed to have been inside where strewn around the area, some she could even make out floating in the lake. Then her eyes wandered to the persong sitting in front of it, an army green bag on his lap and a sawed-off shotgun in hand. The next thing she noticed was the blood on him. It dripped from his forehead and arm. Without thinking much, probably doctor-instinct kicking in, she hurried on towards him as fast as she dared. She kneeled down beside him, her eyes going to the head wound. She didn't touch him yet, though, as her eyes kept on going over him, searching for a bite wound. He seemed to be younger than her by a few years, though she couldn't be sure, of course. "Are you alright?" she inquired, which, of course, he wasn't after such an accident, but after not having spoken to anyone for so long, she might've lost a bit of her social skills. His head wound was bleeding a lot, though, which was normal for headwounds, but you never really knew how bad they actually really might be. She raised her hands, but stopped before getting too close to his head. "May I..?" she asked, wanting to take a closer look at the wound.
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