Hide the spoons...

[bythewhiteelm]

Who: Adora Cain
When: around lunchtime
Where: outside the hotel (and hopefully to medical attention)
What: Adora's arrival [COMPLETE]

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[bythewhiteelm]

Adora's head was starting to spin, but she could make out their words. Mostly. Clearly, she wasn't dead. But, where in the name of all things was she? As Eliot leaned closer, she flinched - it was an automatic reaction - but his words weren't at all threatening. Neither were the other man's.

Adora reached blindly for him, for his voice. It hurt to open her eyes, but she needed to see him. Wyatt called her 'Sweetheart'... but it couldn't be him. He'd been gone for nearly eight annuals. When she felt him, finally, her hand moved toward her throat and she tried to swallow. Her hand was shaking, but she managed to tap her neck, then shifted slightly to point to her shoulder.

"J-j..st." She'd managed a punch to Zero's jaw before he punched back. And he would have a boot print in his gut for a month. But, as she tried to get away from him, Zero had grabbed her, slamming her to the ground, face-first. Before she could feel the impact, he'd hauled her up - pulling her arm from the socket - and started squeezing her neck.

Catching his sleeve again, Adora gave him a slight squeeze. "Th-k ..y..u.. b-th."

[cptn_browncoat]

Mal nodded and tapped the trackpad to wake the thing up. Figuring the quickest way was a Universal Transmission, Mal typed up something quick. His fingers still weren't used to the keyboard set up without corresponding Chinese characters. Once done... he sat and waited for anything... looking anxiously back at the woman on the table.

"Is there anything else I can do to help?" he asked as it seemed the other man knew what he was doing better than Mal did. Mal was better at gunshot wounds.

[leverage_hitter]

"Yeah, in a minute you can hold her still while I pop that shoulder back in." Eliot looked through the medicine shelves until he came to a painkiller he recognized and could administer. He picked it up and a syringe, rolling over a tray with some cleaning items on it. He sterilized the injection site.

He looked down at her. "This'll take the edge off and make you a little loopy, but you'll be alright. Hang on, okay?"

[bythewhiteelm]

Adora was honestly glad she couldn't really see what he was doing. "Sss-t-ik," she managed, and nodded, preparing herself for pain, not that she had much of an idea as to just how much pain was coming.

Eight annuals of battlefield medicine, she knew to give a person a stick, a cloth - anything to keep the patient from biting their tongue off.

[cptn_browncoat]

Mal turned from the computer again. "Seems the only doctor here is Dr. Jones. Says she's in bedrest with three broken ribs and needs to be carried down here."

He hopped off the stool he was on and found a washcloth. "So she doesn't bite her tongue clean off when you pop the shoulder back into place," he muttered.

"And after we get the shoulder in place, I'll go get Dr. Jones?"

[leverage_hitter]

"Sounds like a plan." Eliot administered the pain killer as gently as he could to the woman's uninjured arm. Nodded as the man offered her the folded up cloth to bite on. After a couple minutes to give the drugs a head start, he reached to take hold of her arm, positioning himself to pop it back into place. "You ready?" He asked his partner in piecemeal medicine.

Once the other man was holding her, he glanced down into her eyes. "Here we go, sweetheart. Count of three. One..." With a quick yank, he popped the arm back into its socket. Better to go before she had a chance to brace up and get tense. Another battlefield trick he'd learned that most civilians tended to not appreciate.

[bythewhiteelm]

Adora didn't know she had that scream in her. Whatever he'd put into her arm, it didn't seem to be enough. Or the pain was just that excruciating. She was also quite thankful for the rag in her mouth, because it muffled most of the noise.

She was seeing stars, which was a trick since she could barely see anything. Well, she'd seen him, hadn't she? Well, his face. Maybe it was Wyatt. After all, it had been so long...

And Wyatt never waited for three, either.

As the pain lessened, Adora nodded her head. It was back in the socket. And, just as soon as that pain had passed, it was as if all the other bits that hurt started screaming in pain. What had he given her?

She was tired. So very tired....

[cptn_browncoat]

Mal held onto the other woman. The scream didn't phase him. He'd popped enough shoulders into place on the battlefield to know what to expect. Once that was done he carefully took the cloth from her mouth and smoothed back her hair. "You did great," he assured her with a rare smile.

Then he looked up towards the other man. "Right, I'm gonna bring down Dr. Jones."

((He's just going to go and then come back... Since both are my characters I don't see too much of a need for me to play out him knocking on her door and picking her up etc. Do you two want a tag or two before he comes back in with Martha or should one of my peeps tag in the next round?))

[leverage_hitter]

Hopefully, that drug would kick in soon and she'd get to rest some. At least until the doctor arrived and started prodding at her. Eliot nodded to the other man. "I'll stay with her."

As soon as they were alone, he looked down into her tired, pain-filled face. He brushed her hair back with one hand lightly. "You're gonna be okay. Just try to rest. Soon as the doc gets here, we'll get you fixed up."

[bythewhiteelm]

Adora was definitely starting to feel... weird. She didn't know how else to explain it. The drugs he had administered weren't like anything they had in the Outer Zone.

His voice was soothing, like Wyatt's. But he wasn't blonde, that much she could tell. He looked more like Jeb, with her current focus, and she smiled at him. She reached across with her good arm, though it weighed a good ton in her mind, and she found his cheek. "Careful.. Jeb.." she said in a hoarse whisper. "Ze-ro.. close."

She didn't want to be responsible for Zero finding the Resistance camp. If he hadn't killed her, that knowledge surely would.

[cptn_browncoat]

((OOC: Skip me and I'll come in with Mal followed by Martha next round))

[leverage_hitter]

Jeb was... not the worst thing he'd ever been called. Eliot nodded and kept stroking her hair back, trying to keep her calm and settled. "I'm gonna take care of it, okay? You don't worry about anything."

Who or whatever Zero was, if it was responsible for all this, Eliot would be glad to get a chance to take a few swings at it.

[bythewhiteelm]

Her eyes felt ridiculously heavy; she just wanted to sleep. But she couldn't sleep. There wasn't time. Zero and his goon squad of rogue Longcoats were closing in. She needed to warn them. They needed to hide.

Maybe she could just close her eyes for a minute.

"Don't.. get..lost.." she managed.

[cptn_browncoat]

Mal had found Dr. Jone's room no problem. "Dr. Jones? It's Captain Reynolds who just messaged you on the cortex," he called as he knocked on the door. He made his way inside at her answer. Mal hadn't really expected to see her looking so wan tucked into her bed the way she was. "Are you sure you're up for this ma'am?" he asked kindly. "I don't want to move you if you shouldn't be moved."

Again she said she was fine and so he stood next to the bed. A few instructions from her about where it hurt hte most and he was able to pick the woman up. To her credit, she didn't scream... just a sharp intake of breath.

"Right... the lady looks as though she's been beaten bad... strangled to by the looks of it. Seemed afraid of us... me an' the other man... when we first found her out in the desert. Suspect malnutrition an' dehydration." Much of what he'd seen was similar to men from the trenches in battle.

The elevator ride was smooth and the infirmary door was still open when they got back. Mal silently thanked the Hotel for being helpful and carried the woman in.

"How is she?" he asked to the other man then added, "Could you pull up a chair for the doc here to sit in?"

[notrosesshadow]

Martha had been waiting for the knock. She'd sent a message to the Doctor letting him know she'd been moved so he didn't freak out when she wasn't in her room next time he came by. The man was tall, strong, good looking. She smiled as he looked at her. "I'm not as bad as I seem. Merely three broken ribs." She instructed him the best way to carry him... breathing in sharply at the intense pain that shot through her. Martha's hands clutched at his clothes as he carried her to the lift, but she stayed quiet, listening to his story.

"You've seen this type of thing before I take it," she responded. And then they were in the infirmary. She took in the scene as Mal brought her in. "Hello Eliot," she murmured before focusing on the woman. Mal was right; she was badly beaten. Martha couldn't make any decisions though until she was seated. Hopefully no one had moved the items in here around since she had been on bedrest. She needed to be able to tell them two men exactly where to find what she needed.

[leverage_hitter]

"Doc," he answered back as he stepped over to pull up a high seated stool for her. The woman seemed pretty well out of it, so he didn't figure she'd miss him much. Or Jeb... whoever that was.

Eliot told Martha what he'd given the woman and how much to avoid doubling up on drugs, then stepped to the side to let her get closer.