[It seems moving him really was the worst thing to do. He's paled rapidly and his breathing is laboured, chest moving erratically and slowly... slower... sl...ow...er...]
[He tried to make it smooth. He really did. He couldn't accelerate. That would be far too fast. Too dangerous given the situation. Trying to keep his brothers body from being jogged, he almost breathed a sigh of relief to hear Liliths voice.
the clink of jewelry and the almost frantic jingle of bells announce Lilith's entrance before she's carefully sliding into action. taking one look at the unnatural slope of Cain's posture, and she's gesturing breathlessly for Abel to lower him to the ground. her arms are coming forward, hand gently gripping his neck to keep it supported and spine aligned. her free hand rests at his cheek, cupping it - offering him all the comfort she can.]
[Another moan escapes his lips as he's laid on the ground. It probably would be a blessing if he could pass out again, but the pain seems to be keeping him from being able to.
His ribs are almost dust, his internal organs almost liquified with the pressure the falling masonry slammed against his torso. No ordinary terran could still be alive, and it's highly unlikely even a clone can survive this amount of damage.
But he looks uninjured, except for that superficial cut on his head, just a few bruises rising on pale skin.
Shivering... lips trying to form his twin's name, Lilith's name, and failing.]
[Lay him down he did, quickly and carefully resting his brother on the ground where he was. Kneeling beside his brother, he fought to keep all form of fear from his eyes. It was going to be okay. Things were going to be fine. As Liliths hand rested on Cains cheek, his own moved to his twins brow, again carefully brushing that hair from his eyes]
[as soon as he was laid flat, she carefully but quickly ripped his shirt ajar. it was obvious he had internal injury by the blood at his lips, the glaze of his eyes, the pallor of his skin...
tearing off a strip of her sari free of dust from the rubble and debris, she folded it and eased it between his teeth so he would not bite down on his tongue.]
This will hurt. Please try to remain still, Cain.
[gently, she pressed tentatively over his abdomen, testing for where broken bones may belie inner injury.]
[He can't help but remain still, there's too much injury for him to move anyway.
Her fingers are expert, as gentle as they could be, but even a gentle touch makes the skin of his abdomen distort and concave unnaturally where there was no structure holding it up any longer.
His chest begins to move much more erratically, he's finally going into the shock his superior metabolism had staved off for this long.]
i can do grammarzpacifyinghandJuly 14 2010, 00:29:20 UTC
[she has realized, almost immediately, there is nothing she can do.
her hands grip the fabric of the sari at her thighs, balling the it in her palms before she reaches across for Abel's face, cupping his cheek firmly and with haste in a hand. she cannot give up. she will not lose him again.]
[He growled, shoving past the other priest while accidentally jostling the Madonna in the process. Kneeling down to Cain's side he placed two fingers in front of that glazed vision, frowning.
The bluish tinge to that skin wasn't a good sign.]
He's fadin'. Help mae keep him awake. Ef he falls asleep...
[Well, he needn't say. He leaned over the man, speaking firmly.]
Anderson, Cain, Abel, Lilith?13sugarsJuly 14 2010, 00:48:01 UTC
[He was just about to move him again too. The sudden inclusion of the giant in the picture nearly startled Abel right out of his skin. Jumping, he did his best to get out of the way, if only to avoid being shoved right over, before instantly kneeling beside his brother again.
Don't talk about it... Please, don't even mention it...]
He need to get him to a hospital. We have to stabilize him, the hospital is the only choice we have.
[she gives a soft exhale as she's jostled, lifting her head and both relief and concern entering golden eyes as she perceives the man who's come to give them aid.]
We have to intubate. [it was his only prayer - that he would survive long enough for her to get him into surgery on his endurance as a clone - and that alone. if they remained out here, he would die within the next five minutes; absolutely.
Abel had to accelerate. with that, maybe...
she rests her hand at Alexander's shoulder.] He is, to an extent, like you. [is she betraying she'd seen his memories? or merely speaking on what he'd told her as a Regenerator?] Staying out here is not an option. We have to pray he is strong enough to endure and make it to surgery.
With his brother... it is possible. There is no time to waste.
I HAVE gardens to weed. ; ; Brb.sanctus_cinerisJuly 14 2010, 01:10:41 UTC
Thaen sae be et.
[There came no reply to indicate that he knew otherwise; the urgency of the situation at hand was more prevalent in his mind.
He could see there was no dissuading them, and he trusted in her judgment. It was a hard decision either way, but within the hospital there was life.
The large frame of the priest would serve as his advantage this time, for the long span of his arms made it far easily for him to lift the mortally wounded Cain than Father Nightroad, given they were the same size.
Having had much experience in battle aid, the Regenerator was able to carry him in such a way that cushioned the injuries enough not to worsen them, his stride far longer than the average man's.]
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Those slow steps began to speed up. He couldn't wait! He couldn't have let him lay there! He would have bled to death!]
Please... Cain... We're getting help. We're going to get help, it's going to be okay...
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His eyes are unfocused, and not through lack of glasses, his skin cold as he trembles softly in Abel's arms.]
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Help.
He needed help]
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the clink of jewelry and the almost frantic jingle of bells announce Lilith's entrance before she's carefully sliding into action. taking one look at the unnatural slope of Cain's posture, and she's gesturing breathlessly for Abel to lower him to the ground. her arms are coming forward, hand gently gripping his neck to keep it supported and spine aligned. her free hand rests at his cheek, cupping it - offering him all the comfort she can.]
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His ribs are almost dust, his internal organs almost liquified with the pressure the falling masonry slammed against his torso. No ordinary terran could still be alive, and it's highly unlikely even a clone can survive this amount of damage.
But he looks uninjured, except for that superficial cut on his head, just a few bruises rising on pale skin.
Shivering... lips trying to form his twin's name, Lilith's name, and failing.]
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tearing off a strip of her sari free of dust from the rubble and debris, she folded it and eased it between his teeth so he would not bite down on his tongue.]
This will hurt. Please try to remain still, Cain.
[gently, she pressed tentatively over his abdomen, testing for where broken bones may belie inner injury.]
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Her fingers are expert, as gentle as they could be, but even a gentle touch makes the skin of his abdomen distort and concave unnaturally where there was no structure holding it up any longer.
His chest begins to move much more erratically, he's finally going into the shock his superior metabolism had staved off for this long.]
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her hands grip the fabric of the sari at her thighs, balling the it in her palms before she reaches across for Abel's face, cupping his cheek firmly and with haste in a hand. she cannot give up. she will not lose him again.]
Quickly - go. Take him inside. I will catch up.
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[He growled, shoving past the other priest while accidentally jostling the Madonna in the process. Kneeling down to Cain's side he placed two fingers in front of that glazed vision, frowning.
The bluish tinge to that skin wasn't a good sign.]
He's fadin'. Help mae keep him awake. Ef he falls asleep...
[Well, he needn't say. He leaned over the man, speaking firmly.]
Cain! Listen tae mae. Dinna close yer eyes.
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Don't close his eyes? But he's... so cold, and there's a comforting numbness spreading through his limbs.]
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Don't talk about it... Please, don't even mention it...]
He need to get him to a hospital. We have to stabilize him, the hospital is the only choice we have.
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We have to intubate. [it was his only prayer - that he would survive long enough for her to get him into surgery on his endurance as a clone - and that alone. if they remained out here, he would die within the next five minutes; absolutely.
Abel had to accelerate. with that, maybe...
she rests her hand at Alexander's shoulder.] He is, to an extent, like you. [is she betraying she'd seen his memories? or merely speaking on what he'd told her as a Regenerator?] Staying out here is not an option. We have to pray he is strong enough to endure and make it to surgery.
With his brother... it is possible. There is no time to waste.
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[There came no reply to indicate that he knew otherwise; the urgency of the situation at hand was more prevalent in his mind.
He could see there was no dissuading them, and he trusted in her judgment. It was a hard decision either way, but within the hospital there was life.
The large frame of the priest would serve as his advantage this time, for the long span of his arms made it far easily for him to lift the mortally wounded Cain than Father Nightroad, given they were the same size.
Having had much experience in battle aid, the Regenerator was able to carry him in such a way that cushioned the injuries enough not to worsen them, his stride far longer than the average man's.]
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