The flames of hatred. ((co-written with random_xtras))

[lynnlogan]

Lynn is back in the Nexus, her pantsuit filthy and torn and her face pale and soot-streaked as she lays in the arms of a short, burly guy in shredded jeans and T-shirt.

She's also laying far too still as he lays her gently on the nearest couch and starts to apply CPR.

So... the mun guesses the question is. Any doctors around?

Comments

[angelinbloom]

What a thing to see while out on a walk. Iris is no doctor, but she can at least help with first aid and CPR.

Leaving Zero to ask, "What happened?"

[random_xtras]

"Firebomb," says the guy gruffly as he continues to apply gentle chest compressions. "They threw it in her car."

[angelinbloom]

"I can help," says Iris, storing her armor as she kneels down.

Zero shakes his head a bit. He'd ask why someone would do something like that, but he's seen enough craziness in his life to know there are people who would do things like that for any number of reasons, right down to being bored and feeling like it.

[random_xtras]

"Help 'er breath?" requests the man, barely glancing up. His face, whiskered and framed by impressive sideburns, shows just a hint of disbelieving sadness beneath the grimness and the grime. "She's got asthma, but I've got 'er inhaler once she starts."