In Kapuskasing, his mom would ride with him in the ambulance, if she could, or Justin would, if she couldn't.
In Toronto, Ms. Oh went along, worried after he (presumably) accidentally fell from the catwalk. Dallas did too, under the condition that he was worried about his star player. (He probably was; Cam figures Dallas probably considered him a screw-up disappointment.)
Cam was told here, he was taken by Lucette, not an ambulance. Maya went with him. There's a section all set up for those injured, with a few rooms set aside and tarps outside, in case it got to be too many. Luckily, he got a room. Still, there's no doctors. Some Digimon, doing the best they can, some Chosen. Enough people around to get his arm set, apparently. He wasn't awake for it.
When he woke up, he had a blue cast.
That's one thing that's the same.
Now, it's like a reverse of two months ago. Everyone else was hurt and he was fine. Now he's really banged up, laying in a hospital bed, on a (correct) dose of painkillers, just anticipating the lecture's he'll get.
Maya's there a lot, doting and apologetic. He hates that he made her worry, but he's glad she's not hurt. He'll heal, he can handle it; he never wants to see her in pain.
He's resting now. Resting, but holding up the crest that appeared during the battle with his right hand, letting it dangle in front of him. The Crest of Courage. His chest tingles a little.
[medcenter | second day | OPEN TO ALL BUT GIVE ME SOME TIME...]
In Kapuskasing, his mom would ride with him in the ambulance, if she could, or Justin would, if she couldn't.
In Toronto, Ms. Oh went along, worried after he (presumably) accidentally fell from the catwalk. Dallas did too, under the condition that he was worried about his star player. (He probably was; Cam figures Dallas probably considered him a screw-up disappointment.)
Cam was told here, he was taken by Lucette, not an ambulance. Maya went with him. There's a section all set up for those injured, with a few rooms set aside and tarps outside, in case it got to be too many. Luckily, he got a room. Still, there's no doctors. Some Digimon, doing the best they can, some Chosen. Enough people around to get his arm set, apparently. He wasn't awake for it.
When he woke up, he had a blue cast.
That's one thing that's the same.
Now, it's like a reverse of two months ago. Everyone else was hurt and he was fine. Now he's really banged up, laying in a hospital bed, on a (correct) dose of painkillers, just anticipating the lecture's he'll get.
Maya's there a lot, doting and apologetic. He hates that he made her worry, but he's glad she's not hurt. He'll heal, he can handle it; he never wants to see her in pain.
He's resting now. Resting, but holding up the crest that appeared during the battle with his right hand, letting it dangle in front of him. The Crest of Courage. His chest tingles a little.
Courage? Really? Him? He's not that sure.]