weekend of horrors, after 10 pm / @naiveete
She'd had a bad feeling ever since she'd stepped into that shop a few hours ago, ever since she'd laid eyes on that figure, and it wasn't one that could be placed. The doubt and dread gripping her now, however, were much easier to justify, even without all the masked figures ambling about. Oh, she is not a nurse. Not even close. Her medical experience begins and ends with the gentle patching up of small cuts on the knees of her younger siblings years ago, back when they were still small. But she's not someone who can simply turn a blind eye to a person in danger.
"Are you okay?" The words came out of her mouth, as she scrambled to the injured stranger's side, and in a haphazard sort of tumble before she'd even really thought them through. Of course this person wasn't alright, look at them! What kind of question was that?! The stranger had, from what Rika could see, deep gashes drawn across her face, with blood oozing from those same wounds. It was a damn good thing, Rika assured herself, that she wasn't particularly squeamish around blood. (At least this woman didn't appear to be alone; Rika was too distracted to greet Damiar properly but he was a familiar face.) "I can help. I can try to help. Do you want help?" asked Rika, too panicked to stop herself from asking far too many useless questions. She stopped herself a moment, took a one deep breath, and tried to focus. "Just what happened here?"