((Been a while, eh? :^,^: This follows on directly from Sea of Friends.
The scenery around the pair gradually became clearer, the indecipherable blur giving way to flat, grassy fields; as her head cleared up from the sudden rush of blood, ZoŽ realised she could make out the no-mon's-land between the Plains and the City she'd once traversed on the same Digimon she rode now. Just as before, her ever-faithful partner, Macio, was behind her, and the riders were filled with joy despite one of them requiring medical attention - but this time, ZoŽ wasn't in it alone. In her arms was the flabby, trembling, yet extremely comforting form of Julien Mackensy, the rightful rider of Icarus the once-Peckmon.
The Horusmon slowed up even more as he entered the City limits, and his passengers were greeted with a sight for sore, wind-stung eyes: Grace Medical Clinic. The last time ZoŽ had been here, she was dropping off wounded civilians from an assault on the nearby Park; for Julien, it had been when he was helplessly hobbling along after a Digimon had poisoned him, just as one had today. With ZoŽ so giddily happy and Julien so uncharacteristically upbeat, both seemed like a lifetime ago.
With a quiet clack, Icarus's talons made contact with the sidewalk just outside the Clinic - and to the surprise of ZoŽ, Macio and especially Julien, it was right there and then that the boy's new Digimental leapt back into his D-ban in the form of crimson energy. Icarus shrank into the much smaller Falcomon before his riders even had a chance to dismount, scattering girl, boy and backpack into an impromptu dogpile.
"Sorry, guys," Icarus groaned from under the weighty Tamer still sitting on his lower back; Julien took the hint and stood up, allowing his partner to breathe comfortably again. "But if you'd just held brand new forms long enough to fight a Perfect and
fly from the Beach to the City that fast, I think you'd devolve to Child without warning too."If humans could 'devolve to Child,'
ZoŽ thought, stifling a giggle as she picked up the jet-lagged Tsunomon who'd rolled out of her bag. It'd be so... interesting if they could. I do wonder what Julien looked like when he was my age... I bet he was cute.
She looked up at her newest human friend, noticing with a jolt of concern that the shirt - her
shirt - he'd wrapped around his neck to protect his wound seemed to have come clean off during the flight. ZoŽ sighed, knowing she'd miss her favourite green top, but it was just a reminder of the seriousness of the situation.
"Don't scratch it, Julien," Macio cautioned from ZoŽ's arms, seeing the male human reaching up to try and relieve the itch. "The shirt-bandage protected it from the wind, but really, we've already left it too late to treat it..."
"Better late than never, I guess," was Julien's valid but weakly-delivered excuse. "Aldough... please go in ahead of me. I don't vant anyone to see me like dis." He shielded his doughy, pasty torso with both arms and hands; he'd known upon departing that there wouldn't be time to get dressed if he wanted medical attention as soon as possible, but that didn't make the circumstances any less embarrassing.
ZoŽ and Icarus both nodded, but Macio just glowed - figuratively and literally, to ZoŽ's surprise. The horned Baby II wriggled and leapt out of his Tamer's grasp, and by the time he'd hit the ground, he was standing on the yellow, clawed feet of a Gabumon - a species who could identify all too well with Julien's wariness of others seeing his body. The flight over here may have been stressful, but at least it had given Macio a chance to physically rest and regain his energy, and he fully intended to use that energy to shield Julien from prying eyes as he had from hungry sea-dwellers.
"Nurse?" "Grace!" "Nurse!" three voices gabbled as they entered the lobby of the Clinic. At first glance, none of this party appeared at all hurt - but on closer inspection, the human girl, Gabumon and Falcomon were forming a protective ring around the tallest of the four, a barely-dressed boy.
"Julien here caught part of a Calmaramon's Nero Corso," Icarus explained.
"The poison must've been on his neck for at least... fifteen minutes now," Macio elaborated, surprised at just how quick Horusmon's flight had been.
"Eet happened on the Beach, so... try and ignore dat he's een his swimming suit," ZoŽ did her best to excuse Julien's mode of dress.
"Please," was all Julien had to offer. Please treat my burn, or please don't stare at me more than you have to? Both were certainly applicable.