#dash: bellamy quist and sasaki kenji

[ofpantheons]

"I can get you one of those." She bounced up from her crouched position, and scrambled backwards. Glass crunched underneath her feet as she stepped away and headed to the nearest lounge, phasing through a few walls along the way. Her usually small and delicate movements, were fraught and clumsy as she dug through the drawers to produce a couple of the protein bars that Agent Hermes had mentioned.

Rushing back, she skidded on the glass and nearly fell in the process. "Hey I brought a couple, just in case. Do you think you're able to get up on your own," she asked, concerned for the other Agent's safety. "I could maybe get something to clear up some of this glass beforehand so you don't cut yourself when you get up?"

Assistance hovered on the fringes of Kenji's world, an unfamiliar notion that he grappled with. Strangely unaccustomed to aid, he hesitated, even in the face of his pressing need that he so desperately acknowledged. The room spun, a dizzying dance, yet he found himself resisting the offered support.

A sheepish smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a feeble offering given the circumstances. It took him a moment to realize his silence may have only heightened her concern. "I, uh..." A fleeting thought questioned the need for wanting to apologize, a reflexive response to inconveniencing someone, perhaps.

"Sorry." he finally manages, though the word feels weighty and uncertain. Gratitude, a more genuine sentiment, followed suit. "But... thank you." In the small interlude of vulnerability, he appreciated her discretion. He enjoyed not being ridiculed over this little incident.

"I just need a moment... and maybe one of those high-protein bars," he continued, this time his breathing feels more relaxed. "You know... the blue ones? Yeah... those ones."

[ofpantheons]

A loud bang and the tinkle of broken glass made Bellamy jump as she neared the locker room she'd been heading to. Forgetting about her previous destination, she instead started running in the direction of whatever had just transpired, only to find Agent Hermes sprawled on the floor, staring back at her.

Bellamy levelled the man with a look that was somewhere between concern and disbelief. "Are you sure? You look...well you don't look so great and you're covered in glass. I'm just a level iii but I'd say that doesn't seem so fine to me." She dropped down into a crouch just next to him, staying clear of the shards of glass that littered the floor.

"Are you sure I can't call you a healer? Or at least help you up?" Actually maybe that wasn't such a good idea. What if he had a concussion or a less obvious injury that would only be exacerbated if he moved.

to: open! location: cerberus corp training room

Kenji had been pushing his limits on his own. Even on the days when he was meant to rest, he found himself itching to improve on something. He was determined to improve his endurance. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead as he raced around the room, the wind roaring in his ears. With each stride, he felt the exhilaration of pushing himself to the brink.

Yet in his relentless pursuit of perfection, he miscalculated his velocity. A sudden burst of acceleration caused him to zoom forward, crashing headfirst into what he thought was an ordinary glass wall. The deafening sound of shattering glass filled the air as Kenji's body slammed into it, hitting the floor.

He lay sprawled on top of the glittering shards, stunned and disoriented. For a moment, all he could hear was his heart racing like a drum. Glass fragments clung onto the fabric of his clothes, eventually feeling a dull ache radiating from the impact. Dizziness and nausea began to set in, it was his cue to take a rest for the day.

Then, it feels like there's eyes on him. His gaze turned to what looked to be a passerby at the moment. With embarrassment running in his cheeks, a sigh escapes his lips in response.

"Please, just..." What are you begging for? "This... happens all the time... believe it or not. It's fine. I'm fine."