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[color=6B8E23]”I’m alright,”[/color] Luca replied quietly to Evelynn, offering her a slight smile. He sort of was. Numbness was beginning to set in, mostly, and he was used to it. Wait, maybe he should say he wasn’t alright. Was Sloane’s reaction the normal one to breaking a bone? Or was she crying over something more than that? Would they think he was weird if he didn’t start crying too?

[color=6B8E23]”Shit, a broken nose must be really painful,”[/color] Luca commented without thinking about how Sloane probably didn’t want anyone commenting on her sobbing outside a Dairy Queen… Not that Luca was entirely aware of that. He was still thinking about whether he should be crying too.

Luca wasn’t sure if he even could cry anymore. Not, like, emotionally, but physically - his eyes had been getting drier and drier the more rotten his body was. He probably still could, but obviously not over this. But again, could he force himself, to look normal? No, no, it should be fine. There was too much going on for anyone to question how easily his wrist had broken! After all, only Drake knew how lightly he’d pushed Luca, and he wasn’t in a state to comment about anything at all! 

At least Jack walked over and offered Sloane a helping hand, and both of them a trip to the hospital. 

[color=6B8E23]"I can't be treated at a hospital,"[/color]  Luca shook his head. If it had been anywhere else broken, perhaps... But a broken wrist was too much of a risk. Anyone trying to put a cast on it would have to touch his hands. Of course just being around him and touching any part of him was a risk, but the rotting was strongest from his hands. Blind's flesh would instantly decay. And he was in too much pain right now to concentrate on stopping it. [color=6B8E23]"I just need a plastic wrist splint. Guess I'd need to get that from a hospital, but I can't get treated there. The whole rotting thing, y'know, too dangerous if they try out a cast on it."[/color] 

He winced, stabbing pain shooting up his arm. At least he had plenty to treat his pain and other scrapes at home, but not so much his broken wrist. Last time it'd happened he'd managed to order a splint online... Sadly there wasn't much left of it after a few weeks of wear, aside from a slightly stiffer wrist than before. Now he'd broken the same wrist. Maybe that was lucky, so he had one still up to standard. 

[color=6B8E23]"Guess I can get one from the hospital, so long as it's quick and they don’t try to touch it, and then get the bus home. Unless you want to take me home too?"[/color]  It was half a joke, but Drake had been his ride. He wasn't really willing to share a care with Drake right now after what he'd done to Sloane, and he highly doubted Drake would be fine with company anyway. 

At least he seemed ashamed of what he’d done.

And Luca could just get the bus. It wasn’t like he was dying… Oh wait. Well, it wasn’t like his broken wrist was actively killing him. 
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Stormy showed zero signs of actually recognising her which, weird, but fine by her. Middle of a stressful situation, and all.

Of course he jumped right into action after Alizée got shot. Bianca couldn't blame him, really, but that [i]wasn't[/i] what she was boosting him for. He was supposed to be a protector... Perhaps she'd misremembered how sensible he was.
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Shit, Judas was here. Bianca knew that the Sycamore Tree members here couldn't take him on... But also that they'd try. 

Bianca nodded in response to Samson. For all she'd be shot and beaten up already, that was partly down to bad luck and stupidity (on Everleigh's part). And perhaps a bit of recklessness on her own. But with Samson here there was no need for her to risk her own neck for former coven members' safety, because he'd have that cover. She'd concentrate on keeping up her boosts and keeping out of the firing line.

"Don't worry, I'll stay behind this," Bianca tapped the shield she'd moved back behind. "And move to safety if it drops. I really [i]don't[/i] want that either, so let's keep me being shot out of the report..." She shook her head. Not the time to think about paperwork. "I'll boost you from over here... Should have enough range."

She crouched behind the shield, so that if it disappeared she'd still be hidden behind a car and have some time to get somewhere safer. With a soft murmur she removed her boost from Kashmira, since most with serious injuries were completely healed, and instead split it just in two again between Stormy and Samson. 

Ideally, she'd just use it on Samson - but the shields were needed, and Stormy was now being crushed underneath a shit ton of sand. If he dropped the shields... Well, then she'd just boost Samson. She hadn't boosted Stormy so he could go on the offensive. 

Bianca furrowed her brow, ignoring the beginning of a headache throbbing behind her eyes. She'd been boosting for a long time without a break, and boosting multiple people put more of a strain on her. She'd keep it up until Phillips and everyone else arrived... Then things would be more under control.

Though Samson could probably handle it without the boost, better to be safe.