Mayday Mayday - OTA

[obx_spc_dylan]

He woke up cold but his shoulder burned. The last thing he remembered was touring the perimeter. It was after hours. Quiet. Boring. He probably should have been more alert and not thinking of random coworkers in various stages of undress but he was a guy. It was late and frankly he needed something to warm him up. There wasn't a sound until he

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[obx_spc_dylan]

"You think?!" Jesse replied as he struggled to sit up. He didn't mean to be rude but he'd never been shot before and it hurt like hell. Way worse than what he'd heard or seen on tv. The only saving grace was the snow and cold. What wasn't numb was screaming but there was some numbing.

"Hello? Is there anyone there? Over." He tried again but there was only a slight crackle in reply. "I can't get anyone on the radio." Jess sighed and dropped the radio. His arm was starting to feel really cold from the blood loss. He needed to bandage it. His flak jacket and coat was easy enough to get off but the buttons on his shirt required finer motor skills and there was no way he would be able to get his undershirt off without some help. He couldn't even raise his arm fully.

"I need a little help. I can't..." He hissed when his shirt rubbed his wound wrong. "Fuck. I got shot in the shoulder. I need to tie it off."

[obx_spc_dylan]

He winced a little at the sight of his shirt getting cut off but he'd gripe about the cost of uniforms some other time. "It's really fuckin' cold. I'm having trouble moving my fingers on that arm but I think I'll be ok-- Ah!" He managed before Roy cinched the knot making the kid cry out. Jesse gripped the front of Roy's shirt and dropped his head down to ride it out. He just needed to breathe through it then he would be okay.

"Fuck that hurt." He panted once he could talk again. He let the other man help him into the new jacket. It was still warm from Roy wearing it. Jess sighed. "Thanks. We need to get out of here. There's a lot more where these fuckers came from. We need reinforcements."

[obx_spc_dylan]

All at once the pain faded and Jesse felt like he could breathe. It probably should have alarmed him. He could be slipping into shock or something but anything was better than the giant bruise on his chest and hole through his shoulder.

Jesse shook his head. "Nothing like that. I just know where people are supposed to be. Who was on duty. That kinda shit. We'll find people. Don't freak out. Oh, I do know where there are some flash lights are though." It wasn't until then that he realized all the lights were out.

"Shit. They got to the maintenance building. Mac." He mumbled under his breath. Alarm coursed through him followed by concern. He considered Mac his friend. One of the only ones he'd made on this base. So he wasn't going to waste a lot of time sitting in the snow when she could be bleeding to death for all he knew.

[obx_spc_dylan]

"Get off me!" Jesse growled when he wasn't able to walk any further. He beat his hand against the invisible force keeping him from moving before spinning back around. "The radio is fucking down. You can keep trying if you want but its not going to do any good. This is a bad spot. We're out in the open and there are more of those guys just waiting to pop us both. The maintenance building is the best place to go. Flash lights, generator, heat... If Mac is there we can help her. If she's not, we can still get the power back on to this bitch and give everyone else a fucking chance to fight back."

[obx_spc_dylan]

"I said I knew where flashlights were. That doesn't mean I know about any back-up systems. I don't even know if I can get the damn generator working again. All I do know is that Mac, the flashlights and the generator are all in the same spot so that's where we need to go. You want additional protocol? Go find the Captain." Jesse retorted equally exasperated.

Getting the full force of his pain back was a shock and took his breath away. Then just like that it was gone again. "What was that? What are you doing to me?" He hissed. At first he thought maybe Roy was hurting him but what he said didn't match. "Are you dulling it?"