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[Charles clicks on the audio feed, and it should be pretty apparent to anyone listening that something is wrong, but he's doing his level best not to act like it is. His breathing is a little labored, and he definitely sounds like he's in pain, but his voice is more or less level and controlled, focused on telling people what happened and not passing out or dying before help shows up.
All in all, he sounds way too calm for someone who just got stabbed.]
I found Senji. He's been tortured, probably at least for a few days, by his inmate. He's currently unconscious and in serious need of medical attention. [Which was sort of an understatement, really, not to mention Charles had no idea how they'd even go about treating him, if he was going to be lashing out and trying to cut anyone who came near him with weapons he could apparently create from his own blood, of all things.
Speaking of which.]
... Actually, Merlin, if you're not too busy, I could probably do with some, too. [He almost sounds more sheepish than anything else, although it still hurts and he's definitely maybe a little scared, because he's been hurt, but he's never actually died before.] We're on the second floor, in room twelve. It's sort of a mess. [Really, meaning, there's an awful lot of blood on the walls and everywhere else in the roomand maybe coming out of me nbd. :|
It occurs to him vaguely that this probably isn't something he should be telling just anyone - he has no idea where Toto is, or what the hell he was really planning on doing here - but he's pretty confident he can knock out almost anyone trying to come into the room before Merlin or Erik or someone got here, so instead of bothering to retroactively filter it or do much of anything other than keep pressure on the wound, he just drops the comm back into his lap and waits.]
All in all, he sounds way too calm for someone who just got stabbed.]
I found Senji. He's been tortured, probably at least for a few days, by his inmate. He's currently unconscious and in serious need of medical attention. [Which was sort of an understatement, really, not to mention Charles had no idea how they'd even go about treating him, if he was going to be lashing out and trying to cut anyone who came near him with weapons he could apparently create from his own blood, of all things.
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... Actually, Merlin, if you're not too busy, I could probably do with some, too. [He almost sounds more sheepish than anything else, although it still hurts and he's definitely maybe a little scared, because he's been hurt, but he's never actually died before.] We're on the second floor, in room twelve. It's sort of a mess. [Really, meaning, there's an awful lot of blood on the walls and everywhere else in the room
It occurs to him vaguely that this probably isn't something he should be telling just anyone - he has no idea where Toto is, or what the hell he was really planning on doing here - but he's pretty confident he can knock out almost anyone trying to come into the room before Merlin or Erik or someone got here, so instead of bothering to retroactively filter it or do much of anything other than keep pressure on the wound, he just drops the comm back into his lap and waits.]
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She has a lot of feelings, okay.]
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Are you all right?
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But for the time being, he's swallowing thickly and trying to think about something other than the fact that he might be bleeding out, here. Like how he can still move his toes. That's a good thing, at least.]
I'll be fine. I had a bit of an accident while I was trying to untie him.
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An accident you need [MERLIN >(] healing for?
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I might have accidentally been stabbed. But I'm confident Merlin's treated worse injuries before, so don't worry, honestly.
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This isn't what I'd call taking care of it.
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... Actually wait no, maybe this is a legit reaction to have. B(]
It could have gone better, I'll give you that.
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Obviously. Stay where you are.
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Why do you think I asked Merlin to come down here? [He knows that's not what you meant but still.] I'm not a baby, Erik. Everything was completely under control.
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voice, so subtle, my son
voice, shut up mom you have lost lecture privileges
voice, MOM NEVER LOSES LECTURE PRIVILEGES
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[(Bat jokes. He makes them now.)]
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Charles is more or less where he had been standing when Senji lashed out, except now he's on the ground with his legs stretched out in front of him. There's a deep, pretty nasty gash in his side and a lot of blood on his sweater and the hand currently trying to keep pressure on the injury, and while he looks pretty pale, he's still mostly alert and manages to call out to Alex when he senses his approach.]
Glad to know you're alright. I would have checked in sooner, but I had to untangle a few Time Lords and it took a bit longer than I expected.
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That doesn't stop her trying to lift herself off the bed.]
Where the heck are you? I'm coming up there.
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I'm in my room, I'm fine. What happened? [Who is Dad going to have to kill? :|]
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Deadpool happened. It doesn't matter. What happened to you? Why are you in your room and not here?
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Are you alright? Why didn't you tell any of us? [Charles Xavier: World Class Hypocrite.]
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[Severe frown.] Why didn't you tell anyone what you were up to?
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