JSA Brownstone

[damage_girl]

The lights in the room dim for but a moment as Corrine shifts the group back to the brownstone. She's tired, hungry, cold, scared, and not looking forward to certain conversations, but she takes it as a comfort that at least she's still alive

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[midnite_md]

They never have to yell.

He emerges from the kitchen, eating an actual carrot. If Ma Hunkle was watching him, she'd never let up with the rabbit-food jokes.

But it does sound urgent, so he's moving with a quickness toward the voice.

"What?"

[damage_girl]

Medical terminology, right. Or some semblance thereof. Or at least a general idea of what's going on.

Nope. Corrine's not really feeling the sane right now.

"Uh... bad?" She points in the general direction of Caleb who's been carefully set to bleed all over a chair. She idly thinks what a pity it is-- nice chair.

[hotshot1280]

Trevor stares at Corrine for a long moment, then shakes his head, turning his attention to Midnite. His arm will wait. "If I remember Tara correctly, broken ribs, probably some internal bleeding, head trauma..."

He leans around, giving Caleb a grimace. "Lots, probably." He holds out a rather old looking gem on a chain-- the demon's amulet. "Here, this fixes people... I think. Make him not die. I hold no responsibility if that thing self-destructs, though."

[midnite_md]

He puts his lunch aside and immediately springs to work.

"Tell me how this happened, as thoroughly as you can."

He moves quickly to Caleb to try to find the source of his wounds. He glances at the offering of an 'amulet,' and shakes his head. "I prefer to not to rely on magic unless it's absolutely necessary, young man."

He knows Corrinne peripherally, but he doesn't know the rest of these people, really, but it's not about to stop him from helping out. Carefully moving Caleb to an operating table, the machines in the lab hum to life and start scanning, and he's quickly gathering his internal-bleeding equipment.

[damage_girl]

Brain no workie. "I... wasn't there for most of it." Corrine frowns. "Demon assassin, that's all I know. Oh, yeah, and, uh, vampires." She points at the marks on the side of his neck.

"But he was still up after that, got kind of tossed like a ragdoll, 'cause he's a stupid head. But that probably doesn't help you much, huh?" She resists the urge to start playing with something on a table that looks shiny, important, and probably pretty dangerous.

Yes, sleep soon. Or whiskey. Maybe together. The pain in her arm throbs again. Most definitely together.

[midnite_md]

"Good lord," he mutters, as the machines start giving him readings that are entirely morbid. He sets to work with his advanced sub-sonic devices that stop internal bleeding, but he keeps pumping for information from these confused kids.

"Someone tell me what that amulet is about. I might have to trust it sooner than I wanted to."

[damage_girl]

That is -definitely- not good when the doctor says that. She lets out a little burst of laughter that results in a steady flow of tears.

"Um... it's... regenerative, fast-acting. Infernal magic, I think, which is totally okay because, well," another snort of laughter. "He's a demon-- sort of. Not primarily. Is that the right word? Is that even important?"

[hotshot1280]

Trevor looks around, trying to remind himself that the medical lab of the JSA Headquarters is not the place to be lighting a cigarette, and then looks down at his left hand and right arm, realizing that he wouldn't be able to light one even if it was the appropriate place. Realizing the turn the conversation has taken, Trevor looks up.

"Translation here for the hysterical girl: The amulet re-generates injuries. Like, I lit the last guy who was wearing it on fire, and he was able to break my arm while he was still burning.

It may also send the wearer to Hell. We're not sure."

[midnite_md]

"YES, it is important." he counters to Corrinne, as calmly as a man looking at death can be. He doesn't get shaken. "I don't want to save this man's life only to damn his soul."

Hemhorraging is slowed, but it's still dire.

"But I don't know if I'll have much choice... he's part demon, you say?"

His tone is urgent, but collected.

[hotshot1280]

"He's a demon like Michael Jackson's black. It's a technicality. One of his ancestors, as in one of his *ancient* ancestors, slept with the wrong piece of fluff, and about two thousand years later, the piece of raw meat there on the table popped out."

[damage_girl]

Corrine finds this assessment uproariously funny, apparently, and is laughing hysterically in a corner mixed with "owowow"s.

She then notices a roll of gauze and is completely distracted. She starts slowly unravelling it, and this, too, is highly amusing.

[midnite_md]

He almost corrects the young man by saying this is not raw meat, it's a human being... but the 'human' status is questionable at the moment, and now's not the time to scold.

The girl's laughter is almost disturbing. He's seen hysterical reactions before, but still.

He continues trying to stem the tide of blood loss, but time is wearing thin.

"And this amulet is demon magic... so there's a chance he won't be condemned if we put that on him? If not, death would be preferable to eternal torment, you know... but if there's a chance, it'll have to be taken."

[green_shield]

Tara is not in great shape, but now that the telepathic attacks have stopped, she starts to shake off the stun effect she has and is coming more around.

"Sorry, boss. I took some damage. Dr. Zukov has a compound fracture of the right tiba, broken ribs on both sides...I'd check for a trauma to the liver, where I'm fairly sure there is intenal bleeding and the left lung which may try collapsing. There's two mild to moderate concussive blows to the left temple and the back right side of the skull. Multiple canine bites and lacerations - which were inflicted by a magical creature. Some guy had a gun, so there might be puncture wounds from that. I didn't get to look in on all the wounds before I got attacked."

She starts to try and get up and realizes, now that the adrenaline isn't going, she's taken her own hit to the head (from the dive to shield Corrine) and she once agian feels like an 90 year old arthritic.

[midnite_md]

"Thank you, Tara. Can you tell me anything about this amulet before I make the call to be either a good Christian or a good doctor?"

[green_shield]

"Only that I'm not an expert, but it seems to be containing the bad guy and was making him regenerate." She frowns. "I'm really, really sorry, but magic is whole new science to me that they never really taught me at Star U. I'll defer to the experts -"

She wills herself up.

"And I'll start treating the others. Any sort of antiseptic I should know about for magical wounds, sir?"

[hotshot1280]

Trevor stands back, his eyes flitting back and forth between Caleb on the table, and Corrine in the corner. He seems to be idly leaning against the table behind him, but it's the only thing holding him up. The quips continue to pop into his head and out of his mouth with their usual speed, but only on the surface. in his head, everything is beginning to swirl together. Events, memories, and even the scene around him all begin to blur, and Trevor pushes off the table.

"I need a cigarette" Trevor announces to no one in particular, swinging his head recklessly around in search of an exit. "Can anyone point me inthedire-"

As he falls, the last of his consciousness can't help wondering how he had intended to hold his cigarette, anyway.