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Jacobi floated for a second. Alright, he’d been floating for months now, but still, he let himself float without thinking for a second. That was something right? He had to give himself some slack. He'd just dragged two unconscious people into the Urania using two memory-less people while dealing with minor burns and various bruises and broken bones. Then he’d had to transfer over Hera from the Hephaestus after restarting her. Then he’d had to deal with patching Minkowski up enough that she wasn’t going to die.
All while worrying just how close they had gotten to the red line. And hoping that he was moving fast enough to get the Urania undocked from the Hephaestus before it went over the red line. Hoping that the repairs got completed before it went to hell, and not thinking too hard about that. Trusting that they did do it. He managed all of that so he gave himself the benefit of just floating on the bridge. Also, he wants to ride out the rest of his adrenaline rush before he starts to feel the agony from all of his injuries. Normally Kepler would time it and get him moved into a position that wasn’t going to be as painful before it went to the shaky/sleepy/feeling the pain stage. Over the years they had gotten it down to an exact science. So there Daniel Jacobi floats. Jacobi not really registering the fact that Kepler wasn’t there to move him.
The adrenaline crash happens slowly at first. Jacobi’s hands - no - his whole body starts to shake. The pain was starting to seep into his bones. He could see spots entering his vision. He could also start feeling the cold set into the undamaged skin.
“Her’ can yo’ get Eiffel?” Jacobi cursed his luck if his voice was slurring he was falling into a full-on adrenaline crash faster than he normally did. Normally he had until the pain set in before he started to slur words. Eiffel comes into the room quite in his memoryless state.
“What did you need from me, Jacobi?”
“Pu’ me to medical.” It takes him a lot to say that with minimum slurring of words. But it seemed that Eiffel had some idea of what to do, even without his memories. He grabbed onto the back of Jacobi’s jumpsuit and started to pull him through the corridors.
The pain was starting to overcome his senses, some of the burns were likely worse than he thought due to the lack of feeling in some parts of his body. Along with ones that he wished had become third-degree burns because at least then he wouldn’t be in as much pain. The only good thing about third-degree burns is no real pain from them. Also at least he hadn’t reopened the bullet wound either.
As he watches the corridors go by he starts to feel the cold. No longer shaking due to the excess adrenaline, but now from the cold. No now he was just cold and tired, unable to keep his eyes open as Eiffel pulled him. Barely able to hear Hera giving him directions. They made it to the medical wing and Eiffel shifted him to strap him to the bed. His hands brushed over some of the burns and he screams, pain shooting into his core.
Jacobi is dimly aware of Eiffel letting go of him at that. But he also feels another pair of strong and confident hands grab onto him. But in places that weren't injured. Like Kepler would when he was moving him. “War’en?”
The person with their hands on him doesn’t respond. He felt the prick of a needle then nothing. Jacobi falls unconscious. The excitement from the day was taking over him.