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at least this was before the dinosaurs showed up

May 31, 2011 20:13

WHO: Zevran Arainai (niceassassin) and Jack Harkness (capnbeefcake)
WHERE: Outside some shooting range or something.
WHEN: Monday night.
WARNINGS: References to violence, almost certainly innuendo.
SUMMARY: Zevran bleeds on Jack after being stabbed by Lust.
FORMAT: Prose to start with.

( or they would have to worry about raptor bites too )

zevran arainai | insert innuendo here, captain jack harkness | captain innuendo

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comesback June 1 2011, 06:07:25 UTC

Unfortunately, as it is now 10:51, the shooting range is closed. Jack had waited for a while even after they were closed, hoping Zevran would show up, to no avail. Now he's heading home, or at least to the subway, but stops, tensing, when he sees someone emerge from an alley. When he sees who it is, he pulls his hand back out of his coat pocket and hurries over, concerned.

"Zevran! What the hell happened to you?"

niceassassin June 1 2011, 07:08:34 UTC

"You have fortunate timing, my friend." A flash of a smile, but a rather pained one. Zevran isn't about to let go of his good humor, but there's a babbling, breathless quality to it now. "I was..."

He stops forcing himself to stand and slumps gratefully to lean against Jack, not particularly caring whether it looks dignified or not. His leg was about to give out under him anyway. "She had amazing claws. Right through my leg, like hearty warriors roasting meat over a fire. Ah, but there was no fire involved, don't worry." Definitely babbling. "It was an accident. Getting into a fight with her. I fell."

comesback June 2 2011, 04:41:32 UTC

"With who?" He wraps an arm around Zevran's shoulders, hoisting him up so he can lean easier. His voice is business-like, a bit clipped, something Zevran probably hasn't heard from him before.

"I can see there was no fire, you'd be in much worse shape than this, but we should get you to --" He trails off, frowning. He was going to say 'to Rory', but Rory's not here, is he. "To a doctor, or someone who can help. I can bandage some, and stitch if you want, but it's not exactly hygenic." He gives a one-armed shrug. "Now, tell me, who did you get in a fight with?"

niceassassin June 2 2011, 04:55:21 UTC

"Her name..." He can't recall. It seems like it should be something simple. "I saw it on the network, somewhere, but I don't remember. I'm not at my best. Blood loss, you understand. I saw it reduce a great scholar of the Antivan Chantry to incoherence, once. And believe me, I am no great scholar." Hazily, he takes note of the change in tone, admires Jack's efficiency, but he's having trouble concentrating on things like that right now.

He leans gratefully. "Do you not know a doctor? I thought...mmm." He blinks, manages to grasp some semblance of focus for a moment. "She cut just next to the femoral artery, so that I would not move while she held me in place. I stayed still. Bleeding out slowly is worse than bleeding out quickly, but at least there is a chance of being saved, yes? Still, it's deep. Near the bone. Perhaps before anything else we need needle and thread and some alcohol. More for sterilization than anesthetic, you understand. I can withstand pain."

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