York had hardly any idea of what had happened, finding himself crouching on the floor, gasping and grasping at his face with his hands. He had caught the sight of AM rushing away out of the corner of his vision, and that glance away was enough to allow the creature that stood before them to incapacitate him. Worse, it seemed it may have stolen his vision. It was unlike him to react to things with panic, but this was more than extreme. First was his foremost concern, D's safety, ahead even of his own.
"D!" he said, flattening his hands on the floor and trying with all his might to see beyond the blackness that had obscured everything. "D, are you okay?"
Delta kept his voice as calm as possible under the circumstances, though the adrenaline was still causing his blood to pound in his ears. The possibly-deafening sound of a firearm discharged was followed by some skittering.
"I will be your eyes," he said, still sounding a little urgent. "York, can you describe the sensation you are experiencing?"
Pitch-blackness was different than points of light or a feeling of light sensitivity. Whatever that attack was, though, it wasn't anything Delta was used to, which was a concern.
He described concisely the hallscape and tugged York along by the hand.
Considering the fact that the monster that had grabbed him had been drooling everywhere, it wasn't a very nice feeling. "Just, motherfucking..." He was still righting himself from his fall, and he managed to trip over the floor then. He came to a stop, setting a flattened hand out to the side to see if he could contact a wall. "Give me a sec D, can we afford that? Is there anything around?"
He stopped his advance and rounded back to York, keeping one hand on him at all time to reassure York of his presence. "For the moment it is clear. Please remember to breathe."
It's advice he was taking himself, as seeing York like this was not reassuring in the slightest.
He wasn't going to panic, not here, not now, but he did have to fight down the feeling. He swallowed and felt his way up Delta's arm until he could manage to get his arm around D's shoulders. "D?" His grip was a tad too hard, he knew, but he was fighting back that feeling. This was stuff that came out of his worst nightmares. He'd already lost enough of his vision before this. "D, Christ, I know you won't leave me alone, but don't leave me alone."
"I will be well," he said, managing to put a decent amount of confidence into the statement since he didn't have to conceal his worried facial expression from York.
He was cautious as he led York through the hallway, though. The last thing they needed was for another one of the demons to come and do even worse damage.
It took some time and a few detours to finally reach their floor. He'd made a couple of conscious efforts to relax his grip on Delta, but it didn't last long when he did. He didn't like being out of control of his own navigation. Delta was the only one he truly trusted to be there for him in a situation like this. "Almost there?" he muttered, somehow sensing they were drawing nearer.
His shoulders were getting a bit sore from York's grip, but Delta wasn't about to complain. Luckily, despite his months of conditioning to human body language, he was still very accustomed to giving verbal responses rather than relying on visual cues.
"We are seven rooms away. When we arrive, I will treat you with our first aid supplies but it is likely you will need further medical assistance."
"I doubt they have a handy antidote," he muttered. "You sure you want to do that?" It would be up to Delta to defend them should they run into any more creatures, in addition to assisting York himself.
"If it is necessary, I will be certain about it." Of course, if they didn't have any way to improve the situation, there would be no need--but if it could help at all, he'd gladly risk it.
He felt for the edge of the doorway and then guided himself in, trying to cross by memory the distance to one of the desks. This was harder than he expected and he found himself swashing his hands at thin air to try to locate the chair.
He gripped the chair for dear life, feeling out what position it was in before sitting in it. He hated feeling helpless and reliant, even if the person he was relying on was D. He started to rub his face again but there was some sort of residue on his face from being spat on and he removed his hand with an 'ick' sound uttered from his throat.
There were several sounds from elsewhere in the room as Delta moved around and gathered the necessary implements. Once he had gathered everything, he brought the materials over to the desk and took one of York's hands carefully.
"I will clean it. One moment while I bring the additional chair over."
He patted the hand one more time and grabbed the other chair.
"Please turn toward my voice so I may begin cleaning the injury."
"Come on, D," he protested, not caring for the way Delta was fussing over him and patting his hand. Nevertheless, he followed Delta's instruction, gripping the edge of his chair with one hand.
"It is necessary, York." The cleaning was, at any rate, and Delta began to dab carefully at the...venom? Demon spittle? Disgusting mess, at the very least.
"It sort of stings." That was all he'd admit to. He winced a little as Delta began dabbing, but quickly was able to force himself to sit still. Once the job was done he tried to blink away the darkness, the nothingness. "I still can't see, Delta."
Correctly interpreting this as it hurts a lot and I'm not going to admit it, Delta paused a moment and rummaged through the medkit for an analgesic that shouldn't interfere with sight. His tone is one of disapproval, as if he were frowning.
"There may have been a numbing agent or other nerve-affecting agent involved. Is there any difference at all? If not, we may need to flush your eyes."
Frankly, he'd want to do that anyway, but he knew York could get a bit panicky about his eyes.
"Aw hell." He knew that step was necessary anyway. He rolled his neck, then stood. "You think you can get me to one of the bathrooms without running into any of those things?" Because though Delta had gained the ability to fight at least somewhat, he felt protective of his former AI and he knew there would be little he could do to help.
He scoffed a little. "I can walk, D." He was blind, not utterly disabled. He got up and started to head in the direction he remembered coming from when they'd entered the door, just to prove his point.
Action!
"D!" he said, flattening his hands on the floor and trying with all his might to see beyond the blackness that had obscured everything. "D, are you okay?"
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Delta kept his voice as calm as possible under the circumstances, though the adrenaline was still causing his blood to pound in his ears. The possibly-deafening sound of a firearm discharged was followed by some skittering.
He reached down to place a hand on York's.
"Come. It is not safe here. You are injured."
Okay, maybe he sounded a little panicked.
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Pitch-blackness was different than points of light or a feeling of light sensitivity. Whatever that attack was, though, it wasn't anything Delta was used to, which was a concern.
He described concisely the hallscape and tugged York along by the hand.
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It's advice he was taking himself, as seeing York like this was not reassuring in the slightest.
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The sight loss had to be bad if York was panicking this much.
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He was cautious as he led York through the hallway, though. The last thing they needed was for another one of the demons to come and do even worse damage.
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"We are seven rooms away. When we arrive, I will treat you with our first aid supplies but it is likely you will need further medical assistance."
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"Here. This is our room."
There was the familiar swoosh of a door opening.
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"I am getting the first aid kit."
He figured narration would help reassure York.
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"I will clean it. One moment while I bring the additional chair over."
He patted the hand one more time and grabbed the other chair.
"Please turn toward my voice so I may begin cleaning the injury."
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"Is there any pain?"
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"There may have been a numbing agent or other nerve-affecting agent involved. Is there any difference at all? If not, we may need to flush your eyes."
Frankly, he'd want to do that anyway, but he knew York could get a bit panicky about his eyes.
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"Yes, it appears to be clear at the moment. You are well to walk?"
Perhaps they could bunker down in the bathroom for a while after washing out York's eyes in case there were any complications.
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