Blocks away, hospital bound

[logan]

“Again, this is Mark Grain on the scene here just a few blocks away from- wait a minute – that’s one of the X-Men! Get a shot of this!”

The reporter raced across the street, cameraman in tow, as Wolverine rushed around a police barricade, Forge in his arms. He was completely covered in blood, and earned a fair share of blank stares from the stunned crowd that had gathered here on the outskirts of the battle.

“Mr… uhh…” The reporter shouted, lost on the name.

“WOLVERINE, bro! that’s fuckin’ Wolverine!” Some screaming teenager cheered from the sidelines.

“Mr. Wolverine, can we get your comments on-” the reporter tried again, only to get a hand to his face, shoving him out of the way.

“you can get the hell outta my way, bub.” Wolverine replied, and dashed towards a waiting Ambulance – it’s operators sitting idly by for the barricade to open, until they spotted him. X-Man be damned, their training took over and they immediately prepped a stretcher, one of them barking orders to the others. They helped Logan put Forge on the stretcher, and began to do what they could to help him.

“We’re coming with, guys.” Wolverine said, not a question at all in his voice.

The paramedics looked at each other, and then back at him. One swallowed hard, the other simply nodded. “Yessir,” He said.

Then from blocks behind them, a great explosion rumbled the city streets… Logan turned, seeing a plume of ash and dust rushing like a fog towards the crowd.

“What in the…” He tapped his communicator.

[glow=red,2,300]“X-Men… what the hell happened? Did the building blow? Everyone okay?”
[/glow]

[conduit]

Rayen's eyes never left her brother. She heard the people around her, even saw the paramedics surrounding Bandero. But she never looked up.

As she climbed into the ambulance she hardly registered being told where to sit. There was some protective part of her brain that told her she could take care of him better than they could, but she knew the connection of siblings, no matter how interesting their powers became when they were together, was not the same as western medicine.

Her fingers slipped into his. She'd remembered his hand around hers so many times after he'd left, only his hand had been very large and hers, small. Now she took his hand in both of hers, and began to chant very softly to herself in Tsalagi, the dialect of their Cherokee side.

If she didn't stay calm, the ambulence wasn't going to make it to the hospital.

House made of dawn.
House made of evening light.
House made of the dark cloud.
House made of male rain.
House made of dark mist.
House made of female rain.
House made of pollen.
House made of grasshoppers.
Dark cloud is at the door.
The trail out of it is dark cloud.
The zigzag lightning stands high upon it.
Male deity!
Your offering I make.
Restore my feet for me.
Restore my legs for me.
Restore my body for me.
Restore my mind for me.
This very day take out your spell for me.
Your spell remove for me.
You have taken it away for me.
Far off it has gone.
Happily I recover.
Happily my interior becomes cool.
Happily I go forth.
My interior feeling cool, may I walk.
No longer sore, may I walk.
Impervious to pain, may I walk.
With lively feeling may I walk.
As it used to be long ago, may I walk.
Happily may I walk.
Happily, with abundant dark clouds, may I walk.
Happily, with abundant showers, may I walk.
Happily, with abundant plants, may I walk.
Happily, on a trail of pollen, may I walk.
Happily may I walk.
Being as it used to be long ago, may I walk.
May it be beautiful before me
May it be beautiful behind me.
May it be beautiful below me.
May it be beautiful above me.
With it be beautiful all around me.
In beauty it is finished.