A little help here?

[drhorriblesblog]

When: Saturday, Oct. 11
Where: A perfectly ordinary home on Candlestick Maker Street
What: A VERY LARGE EXPLOSION
Who: Dr. Horrible and please would somebody save him?
Rating: PG-13

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[the_golden_girl]

Peachy. At least she spoke a language Buffy understood very well. Still, though, the blonde was worried that the woman before her was maybe, just maybe, brushing her injuries off her shoulder a tad too quickly. Stretching out Doctor Damsel with gentle hands that were calloused from years of weapon handling, Buffy raised a brow at the can of medical equipment that didn't seem so medical to her. "You're not going to lick his wounds with that as a topping, are you?" She asked with a gulp. Hey! She'd seen weirder. Sometimes that weirder actually worked well.

She knew now was no time for wasting precious seconds that matter in saving the man before them, so she just allowed Tex to do as she needed to do. All with a watchful eye on their unconscious helpless Doctor. What she swore could be him possibly responding by way of twitching eyelids, she also imagined it could be from nerves responding to the pain he was in.

Stepping up and giving Xena room to gather up the Doctor, she nodded. "I say we get there as soon as possible. I can run pretty fast, if you can, too. Might be better if we do." She canted her head at the sputtering of blood around his lips, "Hey, if you can hear me, just relax, okay?" A hand reached out to finally remove the goggles from off his head carefully. "We'll get you medical help. Just try and relax. You're not in such bad shape as you might feel." Buffy lied. She had no idea how bad of shape he was in.

[freelancertexas]

Tex had just smirked up at her when she asked if Tex was going to lick it off, then went back to work. Once the can was stashed away and the blonde was announcing that they should run, the Spartan was shifting to start picking up the doctor. But then he began coughing and the Freelancer let her lips curl up some. "If you spit up blood on me, Doc, I'm going to break your neck. I just had this shirt cleaned." It was a lie, of course, and she was covered in dust, wrinkled, and had some blood staining the collar of said shirt, thanks to the blood dripping from her temple. "Do what Barbie says and relax. You've got a scratch." A scratch was a gross understatement, and didn't cover any of his other problems, but Tex was scooping the doctor up then. When she stood, it caused a twinge in her eye, when she felt the sharp pain in the back of her leg. That was a bit of extra weight, and it brought on a little bit of extra pain. But it wasn't much, and she was ready to go, shifting the blonde man in her arms as she looked over at the shorter woman. "It's to the East." Directions towards the temporary medical facility. Even as she spoke the words, she was moving down the sidewalk.

[the_golden_girl]

Was there any point in pointing out that Tex already had blood on said shirt? None of it by means of Doctor Damsel at that. Fidgeting with the blood splattered goggles in her hands, Buffy looked a bit upset by the name tag, "Barbie?" A huff of indignity. "I am so far from being a Barbie." She just met the woman and found it necessary to defend herself. Ad really? A scratch? It looked more like, well, she wasn't going to say it to the harmed man. Not if he was starting to wake. "You look good for a guy that had been trapped in a building." The Slayer decided to pipe up to hopefully give the injured Damsel Doctor some moral.

Noticing the reaction from the other woman as she gathered the Doctor up in her arms, Buffy would make sure the other had some medical attention when they arrived to the setup. "Right behind you." And she was. Buffy right on the heels of the other woman. Bottom of her foot hurting now that she finally realized she was sans a shoe.

"Is Canada even on a, what are they called, plate decorations?" Of course she meant plate tectonics. Yup, nice way to dismiss the Barbie tag.