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[alaspooryork]

Hello. You have reached Delta's voicemail. Please leave a message and I will return your communication as quickly as possible.

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[logicunlocked]

He gripped D's hand and rubbed his face with the other. "Can't see a damn thing," he muttered, rising to stand.

[alaspooryork]

"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.

[logicunlocked]

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?"

[alaspooryork]

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.

[logicunlocked]

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."

[alaspooryork]

"I am here." His response was immediate, and he reached around with a hand to support York's waist. "York, are you remembering to breathe?"

The sight loss had to be bad if York was panicking this much.

[logicunlocked]

"Yeah yeah yeah," he muttered, almost as one word, and paused to take a deeper breath. "Let's get out of here before something gets you, too."

[alaspooryork]

"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.

[logicunlocked]

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.

[alaspooryork]

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."

[logicunlocked]

"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.

[alaspooryork]

"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.

"Here. This is our room."

There was the familiar swoosh of a door opening.

[logicunlocked]

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.

[alaspooryork]

Gently, Delta guided his hand to the chair and then let go for the first time.

"I am getting the first aid kit."

He figured narration would help reassure York.

[logicunlocked]

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.

[alaspooryork]

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."

[logicunlocked]

"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.

[alaspooryork]

"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.

"Is there any pain?"

[logicunlocked]

"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."

[alaspooryork]

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.

[logicunlocked]

"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.

[alaspooryork]

"Hmm." There were some noises as Delta moved around, including the sound of the door opening and closing.

"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.

[logicunlocked]

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.

[alaspooryork]

It was good York couldn't see his small smile at that. If York could be brash, he wasn't completely disheartened.

Still, he took York by hand to lead him down the hallway quickly. There were some odd skittering noises...but that was probably only the Tranquility being the Tranquility. Right?

[logicunlocked]

He has no problem allowing that, and really isn't that surprised when he has to be redirected to find the entrance. Those noises were disconcerting but he doesn't question D about them. Delta would speak up if something bad was going down. He knew once they reached the lavatory because of the differing sounds there; things echoed differently, their footfalls and the sound of the occasional drip of water. "Where's the sink?"