 Moved Torrance outside. Bringing in Oakey to the Great Hall for Healing. Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
with the help of the two saviors who came to him at the Wooden Bridge, Oakey Gunter hurried. It seemed that in the rush to get to the Great Hall to regroup with everyone he finally managed to catch his breath from the hard fall. Perhaps it was also the endorphins that made him move beyond that current pain. If he survived tonight. Once got Cairo home safely, and Ariana, and Xaria. He was going to feel it later. The man who came to him. He finally noticed was Henry Whittebrook. He played for the Kestrel's. Oakey enjoyed going to see them play against the Cannon's the most. One of the toughest teams in the league, and now the younger man was helping him along. Why was he always so focused on these positive thoughts in all the chaos? Was it perhaps a way to keep him sane and to not loose himself in the fight? No matter. Right now, he least he could do was help protect Henry, the girl, and Peggy. With his good hand still in working order the former Curse Breaker tossed a few Shield Spells up on their sprint to safety.
Unfortunately that feeling in his right hand was still not coming back. The spell the girl put on his whole arm helped it stop twitching, but who knew for how long. If he heard correctly Henry referred to her as Charlotte. Don't forget that name.
And as they made it safely inside he took in the sight. Other's already being treated for their injuries on one side. Then on the other...it was too much to bare. All those dead. How many went to school with him? Had worked with him briefly during his stint in Accidents and Catastrophes. He hoped...begged...none in there were family. His mental state would shatter if he saw his Daughter, his Wife, even Evan over there. How many could not be recovered to lay at rest? He recalled his last moments at the bridge watching it collapse as they escaped. Hadley, she...he couldn't save her. He tried so hard to free her. Yet...she wouldn't be in this room with the others
He looked to his right hand. Willing it to have feeling again. He attempted to make it move despite the charm placed on it to keep it still. Focusing on that was better than focusing on what was in front of him. "Thank you" He turned to the girl who had brought him in. "Thank you, Charlotte, Henry." He nodded. "Tell me what you need me to do? I need to get back out there. Find my son. As soon as possible." He would take whatever they gave him, do whatever it was he needed to help get his right hand back into some working condition if it meant he could be of use once more.
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