3rd Night | Terry McGinnis [Accidental Video]

[soschway]

[It's certainly not the first time he's woken up to throbbing pain, but something just feels different, this time. He's still in bed, but eventually the mild aching in his back literally starts to build to white-hot agony. His communicator hits the floor, turning itself on in the process, and everyone gets a nice view of Terry on his hands and

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[doctorsoldier]

[These things are great, the faciliberries. John's pretty good with technology, one has to be in order to be a soldier or a top surgeon and luckily, John's both. He's been up for a little while, mostly staring at the bunk above him, and has decided to go perusing messages. The one from the interns is confusing. He doesn't understand the numbers just yet nor does he know anyone else's but his own. So, for now, he skips it until he can talk to Sherlock. Screaming, however, catches his attention easily. Sherlock, and without John knowing it, with Kenzi's help, has managed to procure the doctor a medical bag with halfway decent tools. Yes, he knows there are magical people here -- he doesn't believe it, of course -- but who is he not to respond to people in need?]

Where are you at?

[It all looks the bloody same!]

[soschway]

[It takes him a moment to register that someone's talking at him, and he shuts himself up long enough (biting on his hands to muffle the sound totally counts as shutting up) to clumsily grab at the phone on the floor.]

3--35 C. >[Is that a mistake? Should he have kept that information more private? He doesn't know, he can't think of much besides whatever the hell is happening to his back.]

[doctorsoldier]

[John's there a moment later, having run up the stairs two at a time. He doesn't bother to knock, he just pushes his way inside.]

Describe your pain, as best as you can.

[Well. It's not like he has access to an MRI. So, battlefield triage tactics it is.]

[soschway]

Frag--it's like--it's like there's something wrong with my back. [Like something's trying to come out of it, but that sounds stupid.]

What the hell's happening to me?

[doctorsoldier]

I'm not sure, but you need to calm down. I'm going to give you an injection to numb the area, all right?

If you're not okay with blood madness, please let me know!

[soschway]

[He's about to ask what the hell the man's injecting him with when there's a sudden, horrendous crack, and one of the things squirming under muscle and skin begins to bulge in earnest now. It's coming out, one way or another--and Terry's strangled sound of pain is just barely muffled as he sinks his teeth into his forearm once more.]