Time to move on.

[digilight]

Who: Evacuated Chosen, Hikari
What: The start of the Migration
Where: Primary Village
When: January 1st, 2014

Primary Village. The baby Digimon are crying, and Elecmon's rushing about in shock, trying to care for all of them.

Hikari stands among it all, holding a Digi-egg in her arms. She's quiet, and she's sad. She's waiting, though. Waiting for anyone who would come here.

What to do? Whatever she can, even if it's not much.

Comments

[bigsoftie]

[Leatherhead spotted the turtle. A little spot of relief overcame him upon seeing Donatello. Despite their tension, he was sure Michelangelo's spirits would lift upon finding him.]

Yes...I see that you are alive, as hurt as you are.

[brain_behind_purple]

Yeah... surprisingly.

[He moved himself over, stopping when he reached his brother's side. Very carefully, he lowered himself down until he was in a position where he could sit without harming his leg any further. He reached out a hand and placed it on the younger teen's forehead.]

Still has a fever... [He reached into his duffle bag, pulling out a medical kit. It didn't feel too horribly serious, but he wanted to get it lower anyways. He reached in and pulled out a cloth and a water bottle.]

Wow... he really got overly-prepared for this....

Yeah... but it may be a good thing that he did.

[Meanwhile, the purple-banded teen poured some water on the cloth before pressing it along Mikey's forehead] The fever doesn't look too bad, still better safe than sorry. Hopefully it'll drop soon.

[hot_nunchaku_fury]

[Mikey felt the cool cloth on his forehead and woke up a little bit, looking up at Donnie for a moment before registering that he was there.]

D-Donnie! You're okay!

[His voice sounded a bit hoarse, like he had been coughing a bit prior.]

[brain_behind_purple]

[The hoarse voice worried him a bit, but still the genius tried to smile.]

Hey bro, yeah I'm fine. Paolo got me out in time. I'm just glad that your okay.

Yeah, he wouldn't shut up about how worried he was. [And cue another elbow in the arm from Arte] Ow! Well he wouldn't!

[bigsoftie]

He's not gonna die, is he?!

Do not say such things.

[He sat by Michelangelo, holding his hand as Donatello worked on him. His reserves about the turtle still there, he still believed Donatello would be his best bet in helping his boyfriend.

Meanwhile Duke's seeking out the terrain by the now encamped group. Bunch of dingbats, he thought. ]