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Outside Room 238, After Fourth Period

Sam knocked on the door, ready to help set up for that evening. After all, they needed somewhere to store the extra party snacks, right?

She looked at her To Do list:

Weapons Drop Off/Pick Up
First Aid/Medical Area
Comms
--Laptops
--Cell Phones
--Ear Pieces

Time to get to work.

[ooc: Will eventually be edited to be the support group center.]

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"Dude!" John gets up from the table and comes over. "You all right? Sit down, buddy."

He reaches for Angel's arm to guide him to one of the bed's. He didn't care which one.

Angel took the seat. Sean immediately ran up to sit beside him and fret intensely as only a puppy could fret. "Fine. Cal. Check Callisto."

"Haven't seen her come in yet," John tells him. "What's hurt? Anything that I need to stop from oozing right away?"

"Should be right behind me," Angel said. Then, more on automatic pilot than anything else, he lifted up his shirt so John could see the sword wound that literally cut through him from front to back. The wound was still seeping blood.

"Okay, nice," John says, grimacing. "No more playing with other people for you."

He reaches for some gauze and tape. "I'm not a doctor. If I hurt you, don't kill me."

"Don't worry about it," Angel assured him. "Survived the sword, can survive the tape."

He kept his eyes trained on where the others were getting medical attention. Worry lines creased his face.

John quickly presses tape to Angel's chest and says, "This doesn't mean I love you any deeper than platonically," and tapes it there.

"It's okay, dude. Everyone's back. Little blood's nothing. Callisto stays here with us tonight, okay? She won't leave your sight."

Angel's eyes didn't waver from watching the others try to take care of the wounded. "Hope so," he said, quietly.

John nods and realizes what he's missed. Heading to the fridge, he pulls out the pig's blood Rory brought earlier and brings it back to Angel.

"Drink up. I've sweetened with lemon juice and oregano except I totally didn't."

There was a quick flash of horror at the idea of doctoring the blood with anything. Then Angel smirked. appreciating the humor at a time like that.

"Thanks, John."

"No problem," he says. "I think you're good while you heal if you wanna get up and check on everyone else."

"She can't breathe," Angel said, softly. He had a haunted look, like this problem of all problems was making him feel lost and useless.

"Who can't breathe?" John looks around. "Callisto's here, Angel. Vice Principal Pierce is here to help her."

"She's having problems," Angel said. "I can hear it."

John tries to hear something, anything.

"Who, Angel? Who?"

"Callisto," Angel said. "Her lung's collapsing. She's having problems breathing. I can hear it all the way over - "

Suddenly, like a switch being flipped, Angel's worry turned to anger and determination. He stood up, looking for all the world like he was about to pick up a weapon and go back out again.

"Hey buddy," John says, getting in front of him. "We can go shopping tomorrow. Get you your own special toy. For now...how bout we go see Callisto?"

As soon as John stopped his momentum, Angel felt his wound again. The room got a tiny bit spinny. Angel had to reach out to grasp John's shoulder to keep from stumbling.

John catches Angel under his arm and gently lowers him back to the bed.

"No more upright movements for you tonight," John lectures. "Sit. Now."

"Damn it," Angel muttered. He closed his eyes until the dizziness started to pass. Then he gamely resumed drinking the pig's blood.

"Good roommate," John says brightly. "Callisto should stay here tonight. I know you'll go where she is but you shouldn't move too much."

"Wherever they take her, I'm going," Angel said.

"Fine," John sighs. "I guess I'll have to give you a piggyback ride because you're not walking."

"I can collapse when I get there."

"What, you don't want a piggyback ride from me? I'm strong, I can carry you!"

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