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[It takes Kyna longer than she would have liked to learn plane shift, and longer still to master it to the point that no one (read: her brother) thinks she'll accident shift to some terrible hell dimension.

And she manages it, pretty perfectly, actually, although an exhausted girl with pointed ears just appearing in a military base with no warning doesn't get her the warmest welcome.]

Hey, chill, I'm just looking for Wash.

[God, all of them are in armor. It's kind of nuts.]

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Your friend is going to be just fine, sweetie, but seeing as a lot of people are trying to kill him and you literally just popped in from nowhere -- still fascinating by the way -- we're going to have to go ahead and keep his safety the priority.

[ Kimball does speak up again, then, because while Grey is right she isn't the most diplomatic. ]

We can't verify your identity or intentions, and you're not giving us anything to believe.

Okay. Okay.

[Her voice breaks a little and she swallows.]

I'm from Earth. We both got... Pulled somewhere and trapped there for a while. Imprisoned, basically.

[ That'd be the first Kimball's heard of it, and considering she was personally responsible for securing the Reds and Blues' privacy during their retirement... no, she doesn't really believe that. But there's a lot that doesn't add up here so she just nods, waiting for Kyna to continue. ]

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It's, um...

[Kyna sighs. She was going to keep it vague, but fuck it.]

It's called plane shifting where I'm from. We weren't actually in the same... I mean. We went to a different universe. Time usually gets fucked up when you do that, so when we got back to where we were supposed to be, no one knew we were gone. But before we left he gave me his dog tags and I promised I'd figure out how to get here.

That's--

[ Kimball doesn't want to say impossible, but it sure sounds it. But Emily cuts her off in excitement, chattering a nonstop stream of questions about multiverse theory and quantum mechanics relating to slipspace. It's pretty clear Kimball has no understanding of what she's talking about, either. ]

Emily. Emily.

[There's that deer in the headlights expression again. But thanks, Emily? Kyna just points at her.]

Um... Yeah. That.

[ Kimball takes a moment to process this, once Emily stops chattering. Just because something has never been proven doesn't mean it isn't possible, she supposes. She would likely never understand the science behind it, so her priority is establishing whether or not Kyna is telling the truth, and if she's a threat to Wash. Her gut tells her the woman is legitimate, but... ]

At least this explains why you don't exist here. I'm inclined to believe you, I'm just concerned there's no one who can vouch for you to assure Wash's safety.

Just... Send a guard with me or something. Please?

[ It's a risk. Kimball hesitates, but with Kyna out of armor and so visibly so upset... she makes the call and just hopes it's the right one. ]

Alright.

[ She signals to one of the guards that came in with her. ]

Open the cell, secure her. I'll arrange an escort back to the hospital.

[Kyna frowns, eyes flicking to the guards, but she doesn't protest. Whatever securing means, she'll go along with it.]

[ The soldier has cuffs, wide bands that secure Kyna's wrists directly to one another. That seems to be about it, though. They don't bother to blindfold her or anything so she's free to observe the base as she's led out of it and into a jeep, Doctor Grey and the guard taking seats on either side of her.

New Armonia is clearly still under construction, but the hospital they pull up to is finished. The lettering above the entrance declares it General Donald Doyle Memorial Hospital, and Doctor Grey and the guard lead Kyna inside to another elevator. ]

Have you ever been in an ICU before, sweetie?

[Kyna is antsy the entire way there, but when they actually reach the hospital, it turns into pure and obvious anxiety. She shakes her head at Emily's question, her response quiet.]

Um, no.

[ That's what she thought, and as the elevator rises Kyna just seems to get more anxious. A little primer might be in order before she actually lets the woman on the floor. ]

Okay! Soooo, it's gonna look a little scary. Lots of tubes and wires, y'know? All the beeping machines. And he's intubated from the surgery and because of where the injury is, so even if he does wake up soon he won't be able to speak to you. But one step at a time.

[It's not exactly a comforting warning. Kyna is fidgeting, twisting and untwisting her fingers together.]

But you said he's going to be okay, right?

Absolutely. That man has nine lives, he shouldn't have survived the transport but here he is!

[ The elevator opens, and Doctor Grey guides Kyna forward with a hand on her shoulder. ]

Are you ready?

[Kyna's mouth twists. Emily says it so cheerfully, but all Kyna can think about is the fact that Wash doesn't deserve any of this. He should be safe somewhere, not fighting a war for the millionth time and almost dying, but she just nods.]

[ It's impossible to read Emily behind her visor, but her hand tightens a little on Kyna's shoulder before she leads the other woman into the ICU, the doors opening for them automatically. The guard escorting them stays two steps behind, politely giving them space but still doing his job.

The area is an open floor plan, beds set up along both walls separated by curtain dividers. The staff here isn't in armor, and their glances at Kyna and her escort are curious but no one approaches. Not yet, at least. Emily pulls back the curtain on the bed closest to the nurse's station on the left -- obviously they're keeping a very close eye on Wash.

He's unconscious, just as Kyna was told. Whether it's sleep, a coma, or just the sedation is impossible to tell at a glance, but at least whatever it is, he's peaceful. Emily wasn't wrong about it looking scary, either. There are wires running from leads on his chest for the monitors, an IV in his arm and heavy bandaging around his neck, besides the intubation tube down his throat. He's pale and there are dark smudges under his eyes, though at least from what she can see exposed by his gown's short sleeves there aren't any other injuries. Emily glances over her shoulder towards the nurse's station and calls for a report on Wash, while Kyna takes the sight in. ]

[Kyna wasn't lying—she has never, ever been in a setting like this. Any severe injuries she's ever seen have been dealt with by magic. Still terrifying, of course, but nothing like this. She freezes up, hands going to her mouth automatically, and whatever hopes she had of not crying in front of everyone on this floor are dashed immediately. Her vision blurs and she swallows, struggling to choke down a sob. Before she can think better of it, she tries to pull away from Emily to get to Wash's side. Nothing else really matters right now, not even the guard with a gun behind her.]

[ When Kyna pulls away without permission, the guard raises his gun and calls out a warning for her to stand back. Emily, however, is studying Kyna. And doesn't think she's faking. ]

It's alright, private. Why don't you go get her a chair?

[ She steps up to Wash's bedside, glancing at the monitor and medications. He seems to be comfortable, right now. ]

Kyna, please don't dislodge the tubes.

[It's probably a good thing Emily took that one, because Kyna would have done some not very intelligent things to get past that guard. She's tense, wiping the tears from her cheeks awkwardly.]

Does that mean you're not going to try to shoot me if I touch him?

[ The solider comes back with a folding chair and sets it beside the bed, then takes up position near the foot of it, gun still ready but no longer aimed at Kyna. He seems to be taking cues from Emily. ]

You can touch him, sweetie. Gently. Just mind the lines.

[Kyna just nods, reaching up to smooth his hair down, though that's much more difficult with her hands bound together. When she sits, she takes his hand, kissing his knuckles softly. Emily said he would be fine, but Kyna can't imagine how. This must have been what Carolina was talking about when she told him about being shot in the throat, and she said he'd be okay, too, but Kyna's eyes keep catching on the tube snaking down his throat, and all she can feel is panic.

She sniffles, trying in vain to keep her voice from trembling, but she can't bring herself to look up at Emily when she finally speaks up.]

What are you going to do? Just... wait for him to wake up?

[ Interesting... very interesting. Emily glances again at the dog tags around Kyna's neck, the ones she refused to give up when she was searched, and wonders exactly what sort of relationship they'd developed. At least she's fairly certain now that Kyna isn't a threat. ]

That's all we can do. Initial scans were promising and when he comes to I'll do a full workup but he's on the good stuff at the moment. Might be awhile longer.

["Promising" is vague, but Kyna wouldn't understand a string of medical jargon anyway, so she just nods, thumb running back and forth over Wash's knuckles.]

Days longer or weeks longer?

[Basically, how long should she prepare herself to be in this chair?]

Days seems more likely, could only be hours. I wasn't planning on lowering the meds until someone was here for him, but...

[ Maybe Kyna's presence would be welcome? If her story is true. Her feelings seem to be. ]