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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 2, 2012 19:37:41 GMT -5
*I nod, my entire body shaking a bit. He has a point and I want to believe he won't tell. It would be bad for us both and I don't even want to think of the consequences. Physical relationships are perfectly acceptable in Battery City but we're coworkers. It would never work out and after all the trouble we got in last time I'm amazed we both have jobs. Without realizing it I've stepped close to him and rested my head against his shoulder. I quickly pull back.* Sorry sorry!
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 3, 2012 1:45:40 GMT -5
You're right, nothing happened. *And I continue to tell myself that. But then I realize he's touching me, rubbing his hand along my back and it's so comforting. It feels good. This quickly replaces the first thought. So before I know it I've stepped towards him again and wrapped my arms back around his neck. Kissing him is fantastic, he smells and tastes amazing, much better than the first time when all I could taste was alcohol. I pull away, breathless.* Nothing happened.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Feb 3, 2012 2:24:54 GMT -5
(Copied and pasted from page 12 of 'More Equal Than Some'.)
*My brain does not want to process anything and that bothers me. Somehow I have ended up on a stretcher and am staring up at the white tiles of the hospital wing. I blacked out sometime between my office and now. Not good. The florescent lights flash by quickly and there is frantic movement all around me. I feel dizzy. I have lost too much blood, that much I realize. There are noises and the loud throbbing of my heartbeat in my ears. There is a slight sting of needles as they pump me full of medication but it is not enough to numb the pain as they poke and pull at the blade still wedged in my chest.*
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 3, 2012 2:45:46 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
*I alert the surgeon on call that we need him in ten and work in the meantime to keep Orwell stable. We have two IV's going, pumping blood into him as fast as it's going out. He has other cuts and a broken nose, but nothing else life threatening. As we work the Tower goes into lockdown, which doesn't effect the hospital too much, because we have to stay functional. By the time the surgeon arrives I'm covered in blood and have to escourt Orwell into the OR just to keep some tubes in place. I look at the surgeon, but one look at Orwell and he shakes his head* You better keep him alive *I warn the surgeon* or Wilson will have both our heads on a platter.
*The surgeon in instantly awake then and I step back and watch the surgery from the next room over. It takes over an hour before they repair the damage and stop the bleeding. I pat the surgeon on the back as they wheel Orwell to the intensive care ward* Get some sleep, we may need you again.
*I sigh. This is gonna be a long night*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 3, 2012 10:07:34 GMT -5
*I curse and quickly pull my radio from my belt, taking a step away from him and listening to the announcement. It is thoroughly disappointing. I look over at him and shrug, we have a job to do.* Maybe some other time handsome. *I smirk and take his hand, quickly running up the stairs to the floor where the crime happened. I let go of him just before slamming the door open and running out into the hall, hand on my holster. By this time Orwell is gone but there is plenty of blood in his apartment to hint at the extent of his injuries. Ouch.*
(Switching to page 12 of "More Equal Than Some".)
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Post by rileywilson on Feb 6, 2012 22:24:35 GMT -5
((From 'More Equal Than Some p.15))
*I go directly to the intensive care ward to see Orwell. He's under an oxygen mask, bandages around his chest already bleeding through. Bruises up one arm and his chart indicates he may have a concussion as well. A nurse is by one of the monitors when I enter and she rushes out almost immediately, presumably to get Dr.Brian. The other nurse in the room stays, staring at me but not saying anything. I don't really feel like meeting with the doctor, though, as it's obvious Orwell is at least semi-stable and that's all I need to know. I leave before he can arrive*
*This should have never happened. One of the top agents in BLI should not by lying half-dead. Something must be done*
((Transferring back))
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"Quick and painful, or long and painful? Pick your demise, f!@#$r."
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Post by Masta Destroya on Feb 7, 2012 22:27:07 GMT -5
((from More Equal Than Some))
*I find myself strapped to a bed, surrounded by what seems to be doctors, with the warm sensation of painkillers working their way through my veins, but I soon find myself drifting off, with just less than 3 hours left on my clock*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Feb 13, 2012 23:04:00 GMT -5
*I read over my charts for the new patient as I walk down the hall. I am distracted by a folded paper on the floor I quickly pick it up and stuff it in my pocket. I rush to the room and start to wake up Mr. Weldon* Mr. Weldon? Mr. Weldon can you hear me? *I take my light and open one of his eyes there is no reaction* I guess not. *I start to jot down notes* Not very good.. too much sedatives.
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Post by Masta Destroya on Feb 14, 2012 11:32:20 GMT -5
*my watch counts down the last few seconds, to 0:00:00. Just as I thought, somewhere in the city, a radio tower receives a signal from a satellite above the city, sending out an inaudible tone. Back in the hospital wing, my vitals start spiking a bit*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Feb 14, 2012 12:21:11 GMT -5
*I notice his vitals start to spike* Shit... NURSE! *I check all the Ivs and take out the sedative* we have to get him up.
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Post by Masta Destroya on Feb 14, 2012 12:25:34 GMT -5
*starts breathing heavily, seems to be in a bit of pain, head feels like its on fire*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Feb 16, 2012 19:30:29 GMT -5
Nurse! Get wilson in here... I bet he knows something about this! *I am enraged I have never seen a patient act this way it seems unnatural.* What has my failure of a student done now...
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Post by Masta Destroya on Feb 16, 2012 19:35:20 GMT -5
*after a bit more heavy breathing, lets out an inaudible scream, almost seems like I'm choking, for a few seconds, before finally going back to normal, with my vitals going back to normal in no time, but is still passed out*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Feb 16, 2012 19:45:51 GMT -5
*I go back to trying to wake him up* Mr. weldon? *he stirs a bit* Mr. Weldon can you hear me? *I get no response but he looks better than he previously was* At least he doesnt look like he is dying.
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Post by rileywilson on Feb 18, 2012 14:34:18 GMT -5
((From 'More Equal Than Some' p.19))
*I step off the elevator and head for the intensive care unit, where Orwell should be. There is some sort of commotion down one hallway and two nurses run by me. I ignore the scene for a moment and continue to the ICU. Orwell is currently the only patient there and I automatically grab his chart and start reading. A nurse looks up from her station, but goes back to whatever she's doing when she sees who I am. It looks like Orwell is stable, for now.*
*I stare at Orwell's face through the breathing mask, automatically thinking about our next move. I didn't realize how much I'd come to enjoy his presence as a co-leader. When he first arrived I was annoyed, but now I dislike the idea of leading the unit with him*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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