[ Wasabi's been stumbling through the whole catastrophe, and he hadn't reached the center of everything in time to assure that this finished in any sort of acceptable way. Since the collapse, he's been cutting people out of debris and helping them to safety. The building is home to two new exits, large holes with smooth edges that allowed those still trapped to make their way out while avoiding the continuing situation inside. Every time he reproached them, he'd been tempted run, a remainder of whatever drug had been used here. He reasons over it, though, and feels. There are more important things than security.
When the silence falls, it seems sudden and oppressive. Wasabi looks back, where he knows the action is, and it's not the familiar figure that's left standing. The fear left gripping him leaves him stunned, and he's frozen for a few moments. He watches the stranger leave, and only then is he able to rush forward on rickety legs, nearly tripping over the rubble to get to Gogo.
She's breathing. She's moving. That's enough to provide him with a second of relief. His eyes dart around, trying to make sure that the situation isn't going to escalate further, before he switches the safety of his gauntlets on and crouches to examine her. He moves the scraps that are covering her, checks her pulse, tries to take an inventory of injuries... Mostly, his actions feel superficial to him. They're just to gain a sense of reassurance. He can't actually do much here aside from wait, right? You aren't supposed to move injured persons. You're supposed to wait for an ambulance, and no doubt many are on the way. They can help her. And Tadashi. And Hiro. And anybody else who'd gotten caught up in all of this.
Ambulance sirens are not the first that he hears, though. Through the eerie, post-chaos quiet, it's police cruisers that first make their presence known, and this --all of this-- would be too easy to set on Gogo's shoulders. The setting itself is evidence, the beams and trappings of the building warped towards this epicenter where she now lays.
The noise draws closer, and he can see the flashing lights making their way closer and closer. Staying here won't stand. Everything outside will catch up to them eventually, but Gogo needs a reprieve. She doesn't need to be manhandled by strangers and followed to the hospital by the cops, to be questioned or accused the moment she regains proper consciousness. So Wasabi takes a deep breath, an attempt to calm his re-racing heart, and reaches forward will still-shaky arms to lift her. ]
C'mon, girl. We'll take the back way. We'll get you somewhere better.
[ He stands and tries to adjust in the least jostling way possible, then turns and makes his way towards one of the escape exits that he'd previously cut into the wall. ]
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When the silence falls, it seems sudden and oppressive. Wasabi looks back, where he knows the action is, and it's not the familiar figure that's left standing. The fear left gripping him leaves him stunned, and he's frozen for a few moments. He watches the stranger leave, and only then is he able to rush forward on rickety legs, nearly tripping over the rubble to get to Gogo.
She's breathing. She's moving. That's enough to provide him with a second of relief. His eyes dart around, trying to make sure that the situation isn't going to escalate further, before he switches the safety of his gauntlets on and crouches to examine her. He moves the scraps that are covering her, checks her pulse, tries to take an inventory of injuries... Mostly, his actions feel superficial to him. They're just to gain a sense of reassurance. He can't actually do much here aside from wait, right? You aren't supposed to move injured persons. You're supposed to wait for an ambulance, and no doubt many are on the way. They can help her. And Tadashi. And Hiro. And anybody else who'd gotten caught up in all of this.
Ambulance sirens are not the first that he hears, though. Through the eerie, post-chaos quiet, it's police cruisers that first make their presence known, and this --all of this-- would be too easy to set on Gogo's shoulders. The setting itself is evidence, the beams and trappings of the building warped towards this epicenter where she now lays.
The noise draws closer, and he can see the flashing lights making their way closer and closer. Staying here won't stand. Everything outside will catch up to them eventually, but Gogo needs a reprieve. She doesn't need to be manhandled by strangers and followed to the hospital by the cops, to be questioned or accused the moment she regains proper consciousness. So Wasabi takes a deep breath, an attempt to calm his re-racing heart, and reaches forward will still-shaky arms to lift her. ]
C'mon, girl. We'll take the back way. We'll get you somewhere better.
[ He stands and tries to adjust in the least jostling way possible, then turns and makes his way towards one of the escape exits that he'd previously cut into the wall. ]