Chapter Text
A body, what did Martin mean a body, Gertrudes body? Where could she have been that Martin of all people, managed to find her.
John turned around to see the rest of the container, only to swiftly turn back around again. Was he seeing things, it looked like they were naked, why would they be naked. He slowly looked back around ,just to confirm his thoughts, and yep he was right. Luckily he couldn’t see “anything”, due to this weird translucent “shower curtain?” thing separating them? But even with that he certainly could see a lot of “pale” skin through it.
Elias pipped up, saying “you gotta take your clothes off John, they’re gonna want to burn them and eradicate any potential worms or their residue that could be left on them.”
“Excuse me”
“Come on John, we're all friends here, whats a bit of nakedness amongst friends” Tim piped in. Not very helpful at this moment in time John found.
“Were not friends, were colleagues at best, Tim” John retorted
“Well were colleagues who’ve just been through a traumatic event together, in my book thats enough to put ourselves in the friend zone” Tim jovially replied
Was he really gonna have to do this, he really didn't want to. As he slowly unbuttoned his shirt he tried to justify it in his mind.
“Well of course they want to get rid of the clothes”, “Of course they haven't got medical gowns for them yet, the incident had been quite all of a sudden.” “I mean he’d seen Martin and now Tim without trousers on before, is it almost ‘fair?’”.
John was now sitting on the same side as Elias, opposite Tim in the container. He copied Eliases stature of crossing his legs, he was going to try and at least keep some of his modesty in this situation. Unlike Tim, who sat opposite the two of them, manspreading across the bench arms resting upon the pack of it, with a smile blazoned across his face. Clearly that man had not a care in the world right now, John couldn't help but feel a slither of envy towards him.
Sitting still alone with his thoughts in this synthetic silver container was not helping John in calming down. He was constantly fidgeting, bobbing his leg up and down, even on occasion humming to himself. He needed to do something, just sitting here wasn't helping. He decided to get up and look out the tiny grimy window at the back of the container, where they had all entered from. He had to stand on his tiptoes to get a decent look out, balancing himself with his fingertips on the slight window ledge, he tried to get a look around outside, it didn't look much different to how it did before really. Then he remembered Martin. Martin was still out there, his eyes darted from side to side, to look for any sign of him, even if it was just a bed with a sheet over it being rolled away, at least knowing if he was dead would be a tad more comforting, but no, he still couldn’t see any sign of him outside of the archives. Well at least he now knew that Martin had made it out alive, and with his sanity intact and as a bonus to that, information.
That's when he heard it, a sharp splintering screech. There was a second of silence after this, but to John it felt like an eternity, his brain was running through a million different scenarios as to why someone would scream like that, none of them ended in particularly positivity, if that would manage to surprise you. Then John heard more shouting. These shouts sounded different though, while they were muffled, they sounded like they were trying to be clearer, someone must be trying to convey something. There was also a thudding noise to accompany the screaming. It was rapid and regular but in no sort of rhythm. Panicked, it must be. John tried to listen more, maybe he can recognise a voice, or a name at least. That's when it hit him, it was sasha. Sasha was shouting and screaming. Why, why was sasha so upset and distressed. Oh no, had she taken a turn for the worst, she did launch herself onto the worms then hid out in artefact storage, there certainly was a lot that could go wrong there.
This just furthered John's alarming thoughts. He wanted so desperately to be able to leave and help whatever was going on with her. He saw someone run up the stairs to the container that held Sasha, he saw them peer in then dart back off inside that god damned gazebo. Really, is that all they’re gonna do, just run away when one of them starts struggling, what pansies.
But Johns train was shortly halted when he saw 3 relatively large men come running out of the tent and a medic who appeared to be holding some sort of syringe. Really is that how they cured people from worms, an injection, seams absurdly simple. A question John would ponder for a little while. As they got back to the container, they gestured towards the window, probably urging sasha to get away from the door, so they could keep as much distances as possible. But what were the other guys there for, were they there to make sure Sasha doesn't make an escape, seems a bit overkill, especially if she was in a similar situation in her container as they were, no one wants to run around the streets naked, especially not post traumatic events. And then just as soon as all of this panic had started, it ceased again, and outside went back to “boring, normal”, or as much could be said as per the Magnus institute post major attraction form an unknown entity.