@floraprin wrote: to say she's made it back was an understatement. sonar had carried fluer back and placed her in the board room-- but with her injuries and the fact that she was barely in and out of consciousness, it was clear that the dispatch hadn't gone as expected. in fact, it was a miracle that sonar made it out with a few scrapes. "I can go back .." she says, though her eyes were barely opening. "Just give me like .. 10 minutes."
“are you serious? no way.” the interject almost immediately, tone firm, making it know he wasn’t planning on letting her have this one, not this time. the medics at SDN were miracle workers, robert had seem them work from time to time, when he wasn’t glued to his computer screen, babysitting a bunch of adults— but ten minutes wouldn’t be enough to heal all of this, nor get her stable in time. he had to call it.
he doesn’t even bother to remove his headpiece, taking it with him as he moves to her side, listening to the frantic calls from the Z-team becoming nothing more than a background buzz in his ears. “fluer, i forbade you to go back out there. i rarely use my authority as your boss like this, but you leave me no choice.” a quick glance is cast at the transformed man-bat, a pat on the beast’s large shoulder and a reassuring nod, a signal to take it easy and get patched up himself when he has a moment. yet soon, robert’s attention fixates upon her once more.
the sight of blood wasn’t concerning, yet the amount of it was enough to make a deep, unsettling nervousness begin to pool. “shit— just stay there, don’t move. i’m here with you, alright?” alas, there was only so much one without superpowers could do whilst waiting for someone more capable. robert could only hope his verbal reassurances were enough.
