[Mushverse; for RPM Rangers]

[brilliantshadowpuppets]

It feels like years before I finally make it back to our apartment "base". My arm is still hanging at my side, limp and dislocated at the shoulder, and I clutch at it with my opposite hand when I don't need to like, open doors and stuff. My eyes are dry, and red from crying.

My lips burn too, but that has nothing to do with anything.

Not... not really.

...Dillon.

I practically fall into our apartment once I finally get the door open, crumbling to the floor when my strength of both body and... and I guess will? Finally gives out. My knees hit the floor with a sharp crack, and I'll probably have bruises there tomorrow.

"Help." I choke out weakly, feeling like I should be crying again, but my eyes are too sore, too spent. "Dillon... they got... D-Dillon..."

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[scottishheartofblue]

Flynn had been in the kitchen, preparing food for the rest of the team. He knew Ziggy had gone out for food earlier but as he wasn't back yet, he'd started making food for himself, Scott and the twins.

The sound of the door open gets his attention and he goes to investigate. When he spots a clearly beaten Ziggy in the doorway, he immediately rushes forward, streaming Gaelic curses. "Ziggy? What happened?" Had he been crying?

[dearawesomediary]

Gem and Gemma had been thinking about going out to maybe find Ziggy, mostly because he was taking a lot time, and they had enough supplies and ingredients, really, and Flynn was doing alright by making something for them to eat and it would be best if Ziggy didn't miss dinner.

But then the door to their rented apartment opens, and Gem and Gemma look up simultaneously as Flynn moves to the door to catch Ziggy and curse a lot in a language that is probably not meant to be understood by the general populace of the room, but Gem and Gemma are a bit above the bar where languages are concerned.

Still, it's bad. Ziggy is bruised, there's a bit of blood, and he's been crying. And his voice... His voice is the worst of all of it.

Gem and Gemma know the tones of absolute heartbreak and broken helplessness better than maybe anyone does, even if it's been a long time since they were holding one another's hands in a holding cell, listening to a now-familiar hummed tune through the vents and humming along.

"Oh, Ziggy-"

"-What's happened?"

Gem is the first to notice the way Ziggy's holding his arm, recognizing the significance, and his motions would be imperceptible to anyone other than his twin, but she understands, crossing the room, brushing past Flynn (with a note of affection that Gem would purse his lips at, if the situation weren't as dire as it is) to catch Ziggy by his good arm and hold him steady.

"It's alright, Ziggy, you're here now."

Gem approaches next, and gingerly takes Ziggy's lame arm in both hands, one just above the elbow, the other a bit higher, nearer the shoulder. Obviously dislocated, but they've fixed one another's dislocations enough.

It's going to hurt, and Gem feels badly about it, but he can't bother warning Ziggy before he finds the direction his arm needs to twist to set his shoulder neatly back in it's socket, if he does, Ziggy might panic, tense, and make it even harder and more painful.

So he just does what he knows he has to do.

[brilliantshadowpuppets]

Yeah, it hurts when Gem and Gemma work together to relocate my shoulder, and I scream, a weak pathetic sort of scream, the kind small children give when they're in pain.

I kind of want my mom, not that I have a mom to remember, but some kind of mother figure right now would be nice. Someone I could just fling myself into the lap of and cry. That's what moms do, right? That and give you curfews and groundings. Or is that dads?

When the pain lessens enough for me to speak again I try. I really really try, but all that comes out is a whining sound that dies as quickly as it started. And I think I'm crying because everyone around me has gone all blurry.

"Dillon." I manage again, and then there's another pathetic whine. "They got Dillon. Th-they... they reactivated the... the virus."

[scottishheartofblue]

He wasn't a mom, but Flynn was the closest thing Ziggy was going to get. He took over from the twins, supporting Ziggy with an arm around his waist until he could get the green ranger seated on the couch.

"Take a deep breath now, son. Then try again. Whose they and what have they done to Dillon?"