These Lights That Bind Us

[Bullet Ringer]

You souldn't thank me just yet...*I steralize the needle already attached to the thread and start stiching Her shut.* There, now you can thank me. That is a kind of natural thread meaning the stiches will dissolve when the cut is healed properly. Erm, is there anything else you want me to look at? *I grab the bottle and take another mouth full before putting it down again*

[Max Griffiths]

*The light I'm holding starts to flicker, and I motion for Morand to follow me out if he doesn't want to get left in the dark. Returning to the hole in the wall where the killjoys exited earlier, I wait just outside the gap, gun up and ready to shoot at any Vipers who try to leave. I see Red on the ground, apparently passed out, but don't say anything. The killjoys won't be able to patch her up; she'll just have to get back to the Tower.*

*The pain in my side has been growing along with that of my broken nose, but I just lean against the crumbling wall when I start feeling light-headed. I can't tell how much of the blood on my uniform is mine, and I don't care. I still have a job to do.*

[Sylvia Main]

*I gasp when he starts stitching but the pills kick in and the pain dulls to a throb. I shake my head when he's finished and wave him on again.* Really... help the others. I can manage...

[Bullet Ringer]

*I stand up removing the surgical gloves and gathering up the supplys* Okay, but if you need anything or feel a sudden pain or something not right you'll give me a shout yes? Good.*I smile and walk away, checking on Red before anyone else. I've done what I can for her out here but she should get back to the city she could have some form of internal bleeding or something I can't detect, but she's okay for now. I walk over to Max* Anything you need patching up big fella?

[Blackout]

c'mon lets get out of here. *i grab IA and guide him through the dark to back outside. I can feel blood start to run down my arm as my shoulder starts bleeding again and I get back over to Bullet and Retro*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*Radios in to Wilson:* What did I miss? I just woke up from surgery. Are you still fighting or are you being run down or did you manage to take over their base? Who from our unit is dead or injured?! Come on man, I need news!

[Max Griffiths]

No. *I motion slightly with my raised gun, waving the killjoy off. I do need patching up, but I don't want a killjoy to do it. I see Morand is having a hard time and reach into one of my pockets, finding the pill case the Tower medics gave me and tosssing it to him; the meds will have more of an effect on him than me, in any case.*

[Bullet Ringer]

Okay, well give me a shout if you do.*I was going to check on Red again when Blackie comes runing out with I.A* Hey guys, how'd it go in there? Any injurys?. *I kneel down beside Red checking her pulse and breathing rate before standing back up*

[Blackout]

Graze to the shoulder, but nothing too serious i think. *I quickly wipe away a few trails of blood running down my arm* I'm not sure about IA

[Bullet Ringer]

*I walk up to her and lift her sleeve* Some cleaning and some wrapping and you'll live. *I grab the bottle of JD, take a sip and pour some on her arm before she can retaliate* Sorry about that. Now let me wrap you up. *I grab the bandages from the bag and wrap her shoulder smiling* All done. IA, what damage have you suffered?

[Blackout]

Thanks Bullet. *I hastily pull my sleeve back down when I see my scars and try to push any thoughts relating to them out of my head. I see some BLI meds get handed to an agent and I hurry away before it can get to my head*

[Sylvia Main]

*I feel light headed again and slowly push myself off the boulder and onto the ground beside Red. I lean back, trying not to pass out and watch Bullet help fix the others. Max looks horrid and the dickuloid looks like he's about to collapse. I almost feel bad for him. Almost. I look down at Red to see how she's doing. She looks pale. And very bloody. And unconscious which probably isn't a good thing if she has a concussion. I reach over and poke her shoulder.* Red... Wake up. *When she doesn't move I sigh and lean over to poke her harder but stop when I realize she really isn't moving.* Holy shit... HOLY SHIT. *I grab her arm and shake her a bit just to make sure I'm not hallucinating.* UH GUYS!!

[Max Griffiths]

*When the killjoy shouts I spin around, heart racing. Completely forgetting about my side I run over, landing on my knees beside the girl and unceremoniously pushing the killjoy out of the way. I'm more than a little dizzy but force myself to focus. When I check for a pulse I almost don't find it, and she's deathly pale.*

We need a helicopter - someone get Wilson! *There are stimulants in the pill case I gave Morand, but with no way for the girl to swallow they're useless. I roll her onto her side, carefully checking for broken bones before I try to pick her up. I think I feel a few ribs shifting where they shouldn't and leave her where she is, not wanting to do more damage. I take off my jacket, filthy as it is, and cover her with it, keeping one hand on her wrist to reassure myself that her heart is still beating*

[rileywilson]

*As things begin to die down in the main hall I hear shouting for med helicopters outside. I would never admit it, but it is my fault for not thinking of an airlift before. I radio the tower, telling them to send three helicopters with full med teams out to my coordinates. I also tell them to send another helicopter for a special mission. Aftermath narrows his eyes at me, he's panicking, but cool headed enough not to trust me. Smart*

*I consider for a second before speaking to him* Look, you want your killjoy girlfriend and I want the leader of the vipers, preferably dead. Let's get this over with.

*I turn to Aerith, smiling* Ready for a ride?

[Sylvia Main]

*I glare at Max when I'm shoved to the side, my stitches pulling and sending a spark of pain. I almost raise a fist and consider punching him but I can tell he's just as concerned for Red as I am. I lean over so I can see around him and watch as he covers Red up with his jacket. The others soon crowd around, Bullet checking on her and her vitals. I scoot away from them all and lean against another rock, wincing when I see that my newly sutured wound ripped apart when I was pushed. I turn and look at the horizon when I hear the sounds of helicopter blades and indeed they're there.*