"Shit, son. Shit." Jon didn't know what else to say to Edward, he was being pinned on the floor and the guard was yelling at him but he wasn't listening. Edward was awake at least, as long as he stayed awake, it might be okay. He wasn't too bad off, he would be fine. Bolton was insane, it was not legally allowed to throw fucking patients like that.
He shoved at the guard above him and started to yell over the noise around him. "Get Nygma to a doctor! If he dies here, your asses are on the fucking line. MOVE!"
So he cared. Huh. Jon didn't like it. Not one bit.
Wow, that was not a vote of confidence from the theoretically qualified doctor here. Edward reached up to see whether he was bleeding and there seemed to be something red and definitely something wet, but how was he supposed to tell what was his blood and, even if it was, where he was bleeding from? He knew he had to stay awake, so he began muttering to himself, deciding that he needed to say the first 100 digits of pi and then he could see what would occur to him next.
Luckily, it seemed as if the severity was sinking in for the guards, so some of them were actually focusing on tending to Edward, calling for someone from the infirmary to come and debating whether it was safe to move him. With Bolton having left the room and the Joker feeding soap to someone, Delite was the one to hold a hand out to Jonathan and try and help him up while the guards were preoccupied. "Your dick is so big."
Jonathan stood up and then staggered, almost falling back down. He had several sharp blows to the head already today, he was basically seeing blurs right now and not just because he didn't have his glasses but also because his head had been rattled around. "I'm a doctor, let me look at him."
He needed a steady hand. He came over to Edward and some of the guards let him close as he looked at the back of Edward's head that had slammed into the floor. Shit. "His skull is cut at the back, it probably ain't but it could be cracked. Don't move him until medical comes." His hands were shaking so he didn't trust himself to examine him but he could at least make sure these morons didn't do any damage. He looked at Edward and checked his pupil response. Okay, not bad. Definitely off though. "Edward, you're going to be fine - it's nothing serious but it's nasty. Don't move more than you had to."
Odds are, it would be a concussion and some stitches but he didn't want to risk these morons fucking it up. "Don't ever do that again, what the hell were you playing at? You damn fool!"
"In the interest of fairness: I could not foresee he'd fucking throw me." Edward felt that had come out of nowhere. He reached out to touch Jonathan's hand, mostly to ground himself, maybe to ground them both. Maybe to make the world stop spinning. He really preferred when things revolved around him in a less literal way. He managed a smile, while holding very still. "I just really, really hate feeling left out. Couldn't let you have the fun all to yourself."
He supposed it must have triggered something. All he knew about Jonathan combined with seeing him literally get cornered in the showers by a bully. He really wasn't sure what to think of the heroic reflex, but clearly Jonathan wasn't one to talk, having done much the same. "Sic semper tyrannis. Thus always to the tyrants. He'll meet a brutal end."
"He will, son. You watch it. Now relax, you're gonna be fine."
He hoped Edward was. If Bolton wasn't fucking fired after this, he had no idea what he was supposed to do. How could Bolton be stopped? If he could just throw people around then what was the option? How did he win this? Without realising it, Jonathan gripped Edward's hand and his eyes zoned out. His brain couldn't focus and suddenly, he was being shoved aside by medical. As they started to sort of Edward, Jonathan sat on the shower floor and debated what the fuck he could do next.
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He shoved at the guard above him and started to yell over the noise around him. "Get Nygma to a doctor! If he dies here, your asses are on the fucking line. MOVE!"
So he cared. Huh. Jon didn't like it. Not one bit.
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Luckily, it seemed as if the severity was sinking in for the guards, so some of them were actually focusing on tending to Edward, calling for someone from the infirmary to come and debating whether it was safe to move him. With Bolton having left the room and the Joker feeding soap to someone, Delite was the one to hold a hand out to Jonathan and try and help him up while the guards were preoccupied. "Your dick is so big."
...well. It was.
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Jonathan stood up and then staggered, almost falling back down. He had several sharp blows to the head already today, he was basically seeing blurs right now and not just because he didn't have his glasses but also because his head had been rattled around. "I'm a doctor, let me look at him."
He needed a steady hand. He came over to Edward and some of the guards let him close as he looked at the back of Edward's head that had slammed into the floor. Shit. "His skull is cut at the back, it probably ain't but it could be cracked. Don't move him until medical comes." His hands were shaking so he didn't trust himself to examine him but he could at least make sure these morons didn't do any damage. He looked at Edward and checked his pupil response. Okay, not bad. Definitely off though. "Edward, you're going to be fine - it's nothing serious but it's nasty. Don't move more than you had to."
Odds are, it would be a concussion and some stitches but he didn't want to risk these morons fucking it up. "Don't ever do that again, what the hell were you playing at? You damn fool!"
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He supposed it must have triggered something. All he knew about Jonathan combined with seeing him literally get cornered in the showers by a bully. He really wasn't sure what to think of the heroic reflex, but clearly Jonathan wasn't one to talk, having done much the same. "Sic semper tyrannis. Thus always to the tyrants. He'll meet a brutal end."
He was sure of that.
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He hoped Edward was. If Bolton wasn't fucking fired after this, he had no idea what he was supposed to do. How could Bolton be stopped? If he could just throw people around then what was the option? How did he win this? Without realising it, Jonathan gripped Edward's hand and his eyes zoned out. His brain couldn't focus and suddenly, he was being shoved aside by medical. As they started to sort of Edward, Jonathan sat on the shower floor and debated what the fuck he could do next.
This had to end. Soon. Somehow.