radio; November 18th

[lasergrenades]

[During this.]

I found- I found Shay. I'm in the Earth Sector.

[Pepper sounds on edge, concerned, although she's trying to hide it.]

He's unconscious, but I think he's okay. Can someone come help me move him? Please? Like, now?

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[craftlife]

What...!

Give me the location, I can come and help. He's-- he's not hurt?

[lasergrenades]

No, I don't think so, at least. [Pepper says as calmly as possible.

She describes where she is.]

Bring a blanket, if you can. Maybe a couple blankets.

[craftlife]

Right - yes, I'll be there quite soon.

[He sounds harried.]

[looksfine]

[To her credit, Aya sounded extremely calm in her response:]

As a precaution, I would attempt to have someone familiar with medicine properly assess his condition before risking a dangerous move. So as to avoid accidental further injury.

[lasergrenades]

Right, uh...

[There's a moment of sound filled with scuffling, while she pulls out her Stark phone and pings the armor; it can do scans to assess Shay's condition. It'll be helpful for carrying him, too, since Pepper isn't exactly made of muscle.]

I've got something on the way. I'll call Raine if he needs healing... he mostly just looks a little frosty. Like, literally. There's snow on his coat.

[looksfine]

...is the weather unseasonably chilly?

[She didn't feel cold, so that would mean her scanners were...wrong?]

[lasergrenades]

No, it's not snowing here. I don't know about the seasons though.

[She hasn't been here long enough to know if seasons were a thing, given that they were living on a giant but mobile turtle.]

He's been gone for a few weeks. I think... I think he might have gone back home, or maybe into the Dreaming, I don't know. The snow definitely didn't come from here.

[looksfine]

[They were...sort of a thing, depending upon a lot of factors.]

Has he shown signs of hypothermia?

[lasergrenades]

[Pepper takes a moment to recall what she can about symptoms of hypothermia; she had looked them up when Tony had headed to the ice base for Whitney.]

It's hard to tell for most of them, since he's not awake, but...

[Some shuffling can be heard.]

His pulse is pretty steady. He's not shivering, either. The armor can tell me if he's got hypothermia for sure. It should be here any minute.

[looksfine]

[Nods on Aya's end, even though Pepper would not be able to see over the radio.]

Those are both positive signs, at least.

What of the temperature of his exposed skin?

[lasergrenades]

Colder than mine. Not icy.

[Noticeably colder, but not enough to be scary. She can see the armor on approach.]

I'll know exactly in about a minute.

[looksfine]

Please inform me once you have a definitive reading.

I had several emergency medical procedures installed in my database long before I was first brought online. With the proper indicators, I can inform you of precisely which measures to take to ensure maximum recovery.

[All part of once being a highly advanced interstellar ship.]

[lasergrenades]

[About a minute and a half later, once the Rescue armor appears and she has it scan Shay, she reports back to Aya.]

He's got some heavy bruising and his core temperature is 96.5 degrees. No hypothermia, and no broken bones, thank goodness. We're gonna take him to the Morrigan.

[looksfine]

[If she had breath in her, there would have been a sigh of relief.]

I am...glad.

Do you require any assistance in the move? My green lantern energy could produce a sufficient gurney on which to transport him.

[lasergrenades]

I think we'll be okay. Between the armor, Arno, and Deon we should be able to move him without a lot of trouble.

[But if that isn't the case, Aya will be the first person she calls.]

Thanks for keeping an eye on us. Or an ear, I guess.

[looksfine]

Certainly.

And please...brief me on his condition when more is know.

[She was allowed her concern, okay?]

[lasergrenades]

I promise. I'll let you know when we get to the Morrigan.

[looksfine]

Thank you.

[lasergrenades]

[About thirty minutes later, once they've gotten Shay to the Morrigan and worked on warming him, Pepper picks up the radio again.]

We're on the ship; Shay is still sleeping. Do you want me to let you know when he's awake?

[looksfine]

[And because Aya is Aya, she received the transmission almost immediately.]

Has his condition otherwise improved?

[lasergrenades]

Well... he's moving around a lot in his sleep, so he's probably not having very nice dreams. But he's moving. [If that counted as improvement.] His temperature is starting to come up to normal, too.

[looksfine]

That is...highly comforting to be made aware of.

Thank you. And no. If he is mobile and warm, then I do not see any further need to be alerted again. Unless the unexpected should occur.

[lasergrenades]

Will do. Thanks again, Aya. I'll let Shay know you were looking out for him.

[stubbornlittleshit]

Of course.

What can I bring besides myself? Bandages? Something to brace his nerves, or yours?

[He's ready to go like a shot.]

[lasergrenades]

He's not bleeding.

[Thank goodness for small favors.]

Anything warm. He looks like he just fell out of a pile of snow.

[Radio]

[stubbornlittleshit]

THERE is a relief.

[Arno had pictured puncture wounds or something of that nature, that Shay had run into the wrong people at the wrong time and been stabbed or that, God forbid, Moore had shot him after everything. It's good to know some things are better than that.]

Wingfooted Hermes be prai...

[Wait. He fell out of...What? Oh fuck Hermes then. Arno's running to grab all the blankets that he can, and a small flask of brandy that's survived his recent stupor, left over, oddly, after his conversation with Shay. It's as though it was meant to be, even though this is so dire.

Arno's grabbing the flask, then, along with a pile of blankets, a warm shawl suited to a red haired lady more than Shay, bought in the days he'd hoped Elise might join him, but suited to Shay in terms of height, still, and being warm besides that. Then, and only then, is he replying again.]

Where are we to meet?

radio;

[lasergrenades]

No kidding. It's bad enough he's showed up like this

[Pepper gives him their location, or the best description of it, since she doesn't know all of the street names yet. He should be able to find them easily enough.]

radio/action?

[stubbornlittleshit]

At least we can thaw him out, one hopes. And he may be used to a bit of chill. Shay's from New York and worked in those territories, on a ship. Surely, he's been thrown from her into icy waters before. Not ideal but...he may not take ill as fast.

[Still, Arno's grabbing all he can on his way out, making a note to flag down the first kedan at a restaurant he sees and ask for soup to be delivered to the location in question. Shay's his friend after all, and he's not going to lose him if he can help it. Not like Elise. Not now they've come to understand each other and that Shay's back at all. Surely no god or power could be THAT cruel to either of them, could they?

He's speeding along, taking rooftops where he can, until he spots, from a bit of a distance, the people come to help Shay and jumping from the roof, his bundle of warm things in hand, even though the liquid in the flasks sloshes around a little as he lands, ready to fuss help out here.]

[lasergrenades]

That's comforting.

[Ish.]

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