capthepoint | [Closed Thread] Malfunction

Who: Sid and Cliff.
What: Fixing the water malfunction.
When: November 8th, 12:46 PM.
Where: Around the base. Starts in RED base, though.

A somewhat wet Cliff was going straight toward the RED Engineer's room, toolbox in hand and trying not to get anything important soaked. He had already been down to where the water malfunction was, and it was getting kind of flooded down there--high time he got Sid and went to fix it. Cliff looked back over his shoulder and frowned at the wet bootprints being left in his wake, making a mental note to come back and clean that up if it hadn't dried already when they were done.

Now that he was at Sid's door, he lightly rapped his knuckles on the wood. "Hey, Sid! That water thing's gotten a bit worse. 'S prolly a good idea if'n we go fix it." Wait. What if he was busy with something? Just barging in like this would be rude. "--uh, if y'ain't already occupied, that is."

...hopefully Sid was in there. Cliff hadn't bothered to check, and he didn't feel like being the idiot Engineer today.

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Mauritz took up his position by the tank and looked to Cliff. "You ah going to heff to try und lean back to get yoah hand out, try not to damage it any moah zan it already has been."

He exhaled once and counted down from three, before heaving at the damaged tank.

With Mauritz's help, Sid managed on the final count to straighten his legs, arms shaking under the weight of the twisted metal as he lifted it free. "Y'got it?" he gasped, trying to peer around the bulk of the structure without impaling himself or dropping it in the process.

Cliff did as he was told, moving a bit fast so as not to make them hold up the tank for very long. He wasn't even going to look over there and see what kind of damage the tank had done--frankly, he didn't want to know. When the tank was lifted, there was a momentary increase in the bleeding, but the Dispenser cut down on that again after another second. Cliff wasn't particularly sure what to do next (or what was even seriously going on), and he propped himself up against the Dispenser. Doc probably knew what to do; at least, he hoped he did. That was a pretty weird color for somebody who had done this before to be. Had Maur even--no, there was no use questioning the Medic's ability now. Cliff was gonna find out soon enough.

Once Cliff was safely out the way, they lowered the tank and despite the fear running through Mauritz's mind that he wouldn't be able to fix this, couldn't possibly fix this, he knelt in the water beside Cliff and pulled the bag towards him.

"Can you feel anyzing? Anyzing at all in yoah hand? I need to know." He wasn't even sure how he was going to fix this without the Medigun...it was dangerous to even attempt that thing outside battle but this situation seemed to scream for it.

"N-nope. That ain't a good thing." Cliff didn't really phrase it as a question--he already knew the answer to it. He gulped and stared over at the wall, tempted to just close his eyes and fall asleep. Hadn't Doc said not to do that? It probably wouldn't help, and Cliff really didn't want to make things any worse. He tried moving his fingers again, wondering if perhaps they were okay enough to move and he simply couldn't feel them. He glanced down at his hand, immediately regretting the decision and turning his gaze away within a second. He took a slightly shaky breath and resigned himself to watching Mauritz.

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