02-20-2020, 01:43 PM
The sound of someone crying out for help was enough to get just about anyone up and moving, Abathur included. Perhaps they were all like moths in that way, traveling towards whatever caught their fancy, whatever elicited the most curiosity, or suspicion, or anxiety. Regardless, Abathur was on a mission, now - go to whoever was calling for help, administer first aid if necessary, and if it wasn't, then help in whatever way he could. It was the remnants of some archaic function in his being, he thought, perhaps some leftover from when his species - whatever that was - was social. It was either that or, in scientific terms, some ghost shit. In this world, it could honestly go either way.
The scene he happened upon was very strange. Moth was conscious, for one, actively moving, being the one to cry for help; her heartbeat was very high, but that could easily be attributed to anxiety of some sort. He'd have to wait for Selby to come by and examine her - he was sure the medic would relish the chance if given it. Her companion, on the other hand, was suffering from a seizure, something he could feel from where he was standing, which was... well, it wasn't ideal for the poor subject, that was certain. "Please move away from writhing subject," came his voice, cool, clear, and authoritative, slipping into paramedic mode, a slightly alternate version of himself that he hadn't used in a long time. Medicine was hard to practice when blind, after all. "Subject Itsy, please get a medic - need to give full medical examination to subject Moth. Cannot do it by self, unfortunately. Does spasming subject have anything on face, around neck?" He grimaced at having to ask that, a stinging reminder of his inability to see. He almost felt a little useless, if not for the apathetic lack of feeling towards the stranger on the ground, and the general lack of danger in the situation.
After speaking his mind, all he could really do was sit, and wait. He felt his authoritative presence slip away from him just then, lowering his body and shifting his legs to be just a bit closer to his core, making himself smaller. "Welcome back," he decided to say, tone slightly hushed, quieter than before, another symptom of giving up control of the situation.
The scene he happened upon was very strange. Moth was conscious, for one, actively moving, being the one to cry for help; her heartbeat was very high, but that could easily be attributed to anxiety of some sort. He'd have to wait for Selby to come by and examine her - he was sure the medic would relish the chance if given it. Her companion, on the other hand, was suffering from a seizure, something he could feel from where he was standing, which was... well, it wasn't ideal for the poor subject, that was certain. "Please move away from writhing subject," came his voice, cool, clear, and authoritative, slipping into paramedic mode, a slightly alternate version of himself that he hadn't used in a long time. Medicine was hard to practice when blind, after all. "Subject Itsy, please get a medic - need to give full medical examination to subject Moth. Cannot do it by self, unfortunately. Does spasming subject have anything on face, around neck?" He grimaced at having to ask that, a stinging reminder of his inability to see. He almost felt a little useless, if not for the apathetic lack of feeling towards the stranger on the ground, and the general lack of danger in the situation.
After speaking his mind, all he could really do was sit, and wait. He felt his authoritative presence slip away from him just then, lowering his body and shifting his legs to be just a bit closer to his core, making himself smaller. "Welcome back," he decided to say, tone slightly hushed, quieter than before, another symptom of giving up control of the situation.
tags - "speech"