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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 4, 2011 23:15:37 GMT -5
*When I wake up I'm on a bloody gurney and shoved into a vacant corner. I groan, extremely light headed and try sitting up, only to decide better and just stay down. There's an IV in my arm and I groggily pull it out and toss it to the side. No more meds... My side is wrapped in gauze so I have no clue what they've done to me but as my memory of todays events ever slowly returns I begin to panic. I have to find Red. She's my partner and so young. I have to find her. My mind is hazy and I use the opportunity to slide off the bed, crying out in pain but somehow managing to stay on my feet. I use the wall for support and try to avoid being hit by rushing nurses, doctors, and patients as I make my way down the hall, glancing in open rooms as I go.*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 4, 2011 23:21:56 GMT -5
[Dr. Brian:]
*I come out of Red's room, still a little out of it from my encounter with Ms.Sacremento. I see a patient struggling down the hall, still in her agent uniform, and immedietly recognize Sylvia Main. I rush to her, shouting at a passing nurse to get a gurney, and hold her up*
Sylvia Main? I thought you were... never mind. Based on what I can see of your injuries, you should not be up at all. Did you pull out your IV? Those are there to help, you know.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 4, 2011 23:28:20 GMT -5
No, I-I'm fine... Where's Red? *I frown and try waving him off, no idea who he is. I look into another room to see someone who has had a hand blown off. I immediately turn back to the doctor.* I was s-supposed to stay with her... Is she alright? *I see Max and try pushing past the man.* Max! Where's Red?
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 4, 2011 23:40:28 GMT -5
*I try to comfort Sylvia. Obviously she's been through alot* Hold on! Hold on! You want to visit Red Havoc? I didn't know anyone... well, anyways, I'm her primary care physician under normal circumstances so I was called-
*He turned around when he realized who Sylvia was talking to* Hey, Max and Morand! I want you both back in bed as well! What is going on?
*Dr.Brian turned back to Sylvia* Look, if you promise to sit down I'll take you to Red. Deal?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 4, 2011 23:45:07 GMT -5
*I look over and see one of the killjoys addressing me.* How would I know where she is?
*Then the doctor tells us to lie down, and I wave him off. At least I've left my IV in, which is more than the killjoy seems to have done.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 4, 2011 23:52:22 GMT -5
*I think it over, looking him up and down to see if he's telling the truth before reluctantly nodding.* Fine. *I let a nurse bring me a wheelchair, feeling utterly ridiculous even considering in the thing. I scowl and shrink away when someone with a bloody face is rushed past. When Max addresses me I glare at him, disliking his tone of voice. As soon as a wheelchair is brought I try my best to scoff at it but really I collapse into it, gasping when a stab of pain shoots through my side. It helps clear my mind a bit more and suddenly removing the IV didn't seem like the smartest idea.*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 4, 2011 23:57:11 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
*I look down at Sylvia, concerned* Are you allright? *She nods, holding her side, and I don't believe her. I let it go, however, as she agreed to my deal. I look back at the other two*
Well, are you coming?
*If they don't follow me so I can keep an eye on them, I'll have to have another doctor come look at them. If the hospital were not in chaos...*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 5, 2011 0:17:17 GMT -5
*I glance over at the two draculoids and groan, hating that I'm stuck sitting while they walk. I consider getting up again but my side and a look from Dr. Brian tells me otherwise. I slump more in the chair and scowl as I'm pushed through the ward. There's one room that is quieter than the rest and is occupied by a lone occupant. As soon as I recognize the slight frame under the bandages and tubes I jump out of the wheel chair and rush over to the bedside, nearly falling as I do so. I look her over, careful not to touch her.* Oh god... *My eyes widen in amazement and my hands cover my mouth. She's so frail and... oh god. I barely manage to whisper:* Will... will she be alright...?
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 5, 2011 0:26:52 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
*I quickly move to stand next to Sylvia, ready to catch her if she falls. We both look down at the small form covered in bandages and wires. I sigh*
Believe it or not, Red actually looks much better than when she came in. Her heart stopped twice during surgery, but she made it through and that was probably the hardest part. Now she has to heal. I don't know what last effects her injuries could have. She's young, very young, and has an unnaturally high healing rate... short answer, I don't know yet. I think it would be helpful if she had people like you to visit her as she heals, though.
*And, perhaps, Red would have a positive effect on Sylivia. The more I look at her the more I want to get her back in a bed. I wonder what it will take... what is it with Wilson's unit?*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 5, 2011 0:34:17 GMT -5
*I follow behind the doctor reluctantly, but not wanting to cause a fuss and being forced to lie back down. I glance over my shoulder and see Morand limping along as well, probably hoping we'd end up finding someone who could contact Orwell or Wilson. When we step around the doorframe and the killjoy rushes over to the girl's bed I take a step back instead, nearly running into Morand.* I'll wait out here.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 5, 2011 0:45:39 GMT -5
P-please! Just stop! *I sigh, exasperated and run a hand through my hair. She looks horrible and I can't stand it. It was my job to watch her back and I lost sight of her too many times. I curse angrily and turn away, unable to look at her anymore.* Ah fuck... *I let myself slide down the side of the bed and sit on the floor, still holding a hand in my hair.* Just fuck....
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 5, 2011 0:59:43 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
*I frown, concerned* Ms. Main, what is wrong? Was it something I said?
*I'm slightly confused. She wanted to see Red and now she was possibly worse off than when I found her. Her breathing is irregular and I'm not sure if anyone has really looked at her injuries. A nurse comes in and I motion for her to come forward. I look up when she doesn't and realize the nurse is staring at Red...*
[Red:]
*At first I only hear voices... bright lights... where? I groan and try to turn, only to figure out that I can't. I recognize the feel of IV's in both my arms. It's almost comforting when I realize I am in a hospital. I carefully open up my eyes a little, flex my right hand, my left hand does not move. Everything hurts... can barely breathe... did we win?*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 5, 2011 1:11:20 GMT -5
*I look up at the nurse then Brian.* Wha...? *I turn around and see Red. Before I know it I'm scrambling to my feet and smiling at her, taking her hand gently.* Hey... how are you feeling? Wait- wait no, don't move... *I grimace when I see the tubes sticking out of her again. I happen to glance behind me, frowning at Max. He should be more interested.*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 5, 2011 1:22:12 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
*The nurse and I get to work right away. A few more come in and I order two of them to go get the two agents in the hall, bring them in, and make them sit down at least. I suddenly have three patients too many, all of them stubborn*
Sylvia, is Red's hand cold? *I look into Red's eyes and begin to check her bandages* BP's up, but I don't want it going too high. Her heart is still weak. We need to up her painkillers, look at how she's flexing her hand, she's still in pain. Red, can you hear me? *she barely nods* You are doing great, really great. Can you follow my finger with your eyes *I start the basic neurological tests, fully concentrated on Red for the moment*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 5, 2011 1:27:06 GMT -5
*Morand and I are shoved none too gently into the room, and I can tell the nurses are running out of patience along with energy. I sit in one of the chairs and push it back against the wall, focusing on the motion in the hallway rather than the room's occupant*
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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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