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[Christine is in the clinic. She is probably not aware the tablet is on, but is paying no mind to it for the moment as she seems to straighten a few things lying on a small counter. They can't be seen, but from the sounds there is metal of some sort. When she finally seems to get everything set, Christine turns towards the tablet's direction with a
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... Well, allright. He trusted Nate and Elena's gut instincts.
But in this case, it meant getting off the chair (that he'd moved into Nate's apartment) and heading out. Elena had said that people were acting weird and that here, acting weird was never anything good. Kid has a decent head on her shoulders and she's a far better judge of character than Nate has ever been. The clinic isn't far-- it's one of the few major landmarks that the pair had pointed out to him-- so Sully had stubbed out his cigar and closed the door behind him. Is there a reason to lock locks in Hell?
Sully muses as he walks, really only half concerned. Honestly, what harm is a nurse going to do? Isn't that part of the oath, to protect and--]
Kid?
[Sully half-pauses in his trot down a flight of stairs. The question's rhetorical-- he knows what Nate looks like, and he knows even better the color of the kid's blood ( ... )
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S, Sully...?
[That was his rhetorical reply. His eyes cracked open slowly and he tried to sit up more since he was pretty sure Sully wasn't going to let him take a nap. It takes him a moment to register all of what he is saying and he barely manages a laugh.]
Got a little too kinky for my taste.
[His voice was rough, strained, but he was managing. And... just how did the other man know what he was doing anyway?]
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Yeah. So says your undone belt. [He's sharp, don't discount the old man. But most of his attention is on the short, bleeding wound on Nate's side, right near that still-fresh scar.] Shit, kid. What'd I tell you about safe words? [Bad joke, forgive him. Sully swears and puts a palm over it, pressing down.]
Look. I'm going to the clinic and you need some stitches. And a goddamn blood transfusion. I'll give you a ride.
[Calm. Right? Calm. Sully hauls an arm over his neck and tugs Nate to his feet because what else is he supposed to do? Nothing. At least at the clinic they'll have supplies-- even if he has to sew Nate up himself. If it had hit anything vital, the kid wouldn't be pale, he'd be dead.
Luck of the fucking devil.
Sully shakes his head and starts more or less dragging Nate toward the clinic.]
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Yeah. I distinctly recall telling her I didn't like these kinds of surprises. No one listens anymore.
[And then Sully was hauling him up to his feet and Drake had to struggle to maintain balance. His body still battling the need for a long rest. He was really sick and tired of this goddamn place.
But those thoughts, as obvious as they may be, got masked over too.]
More like a lift. [stupid joke, now they're even] Unless I get a piggyback ride?
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[It's mostly to keep Nate talking-- dead weight is dead weight.] So lemme get this straight... you were getting down and dirty with this Inara [why look he knows her name] and she, what? Stabbed you? Hell of a way to tell a guy that the motion of the ocean ain't cuttin' it.
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No, really, Drake didn't even entertain the negative remark about his weight, that there was nothing wrong with, he only chuckled weakly.
And he knew now that Sully was just getting him to keep talking. He would be doing the same were positions reversed.]
That's exactly how it went. [he tried to laugh at his misfortune, but only managed to send himself into a small coughing fit] What, whatever happened to not returning calls, huh?
[And again Sully seems to know more than Drake assumes. This time he doesn't ignore it.]
How did you know who I was with...?
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[Sully sighs.] Something's going on. Elena went to check on the nurse at the clinic and hasn't checked in. So we're either going to save her or stitch you up. Possibly both.
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And while sleepiness was trying to claim him once more his eyes snapped open upon hearing about Elena and he looked over at Sully.]
Perfect. Why do I get the feeling it'll end up being both? [there's obvious annoyance directed at both the fact that he was losing a lot of blood and in pain, and that Elena might be in trouble] And you've tried her tablet?
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Plus, I don't know if we'd be able to find first aid in that place you call an abode so there's no use taking you there. Clinic it is by default.
[Honestly, it's a lot of blood on Nate's shirt and pants and his complexion is just on the south side of crappy. Sully's keeping a stiff upper lip but he really wants to look at it under some good light and get some pressure on it.]
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No. Elena would've called. [especially if Sully asked] ...Which means something's wrong.
[He twists his body within Sully's grasp a bit as if trying to manage walking faster while still having his weight supported.]
S, Sully... we gotta hurry.
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[But maybe he's letting them go a little faster.
Finally the clinic's in sight. Sully's never been there, but he recognizes it from the major landmarks that Nate and Elena had described for him.]
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And while Sully can reprimand him all he wants he notices he isn't completely holding him back. It's one of the things he liked about the other man- he understood. Or perhaps he realized that arguing with Drake was futile.
They reach the door and Drake takes a moment to catch his breath and attempt to steady himself, leaning a little more heavily on Sully than he had been.]
All right...
[Drake is staring at the door as if coming up with a game plan. With his left arm still situated over Sully's shoulder, he reaches for his gun in the left holster and pulls it out. Clearly he is expecting Sully to let him stand on his own once inside.]
We go in, check it out, and... and find Elena. [another breath, then he adds in a strained voice] Piece of cake.
[As if ( ... )
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[But watch him take a look at the gun that Nate's holding in a blood-covered hand as he half-props the kid against the doorframe so that he can get to the handle.] What in the hell you think you're gonna shoot with that, anyway? There's two women in there, Nate, and I'm sure your aim's about as steady as--
[But there's no time for clichés because as Sully swings the clinic door wide enough to keep itself open, said two women come falling through the curtain at the back, half-taking it off its rod in the process. The chair makes a racket as it hits the floor between them. Sully is still next to Nate in the doorway, one hand on the kid's chest keeping him upright against the frame.]
Jesus Christ-- what the hell is going on here?
[He feels like he's been asking that a lot lately.]
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He gives Sully that look, the one that says he just knows these things, and everything else for that matter, then flashes his gun at eye level.]
You were saying?
[He was relieved for all about a second because it seemed like Elena had the situation, whatever the situation was, under... some form of control. That was until the tangle of limbs unraveled and Drake could make out that Elena's arms were covered in blood.]
Elena!
[Panic struck him and adrenaline forced his legs to move on their own, he barely noticed how unsteady he was but that didn't stop him from taking aim with his gun ( ... )
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Not the most stunning of entrances.
Blood was indeed streaming down one of the journalist's arms and both hands - the other arm had been carefully bandaged though it was showing signs of red beneath the white. Elena heard her friends' voices but had no time to shout more than a:] Nate! Sully! Watch out! She's not human! [before Christine was shoving the chair aside, pouncing on her, and driving a scalpel towards one of her eyes. Elena twisted beneath the lookalike's force, hands wrapped around her attacker's wrists as she tried to force the blade away. It was a battle that clearly she was going to lose in a few moments if not sooner ( ... )
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