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First Aid 101: What to Do When You Find an Impaled Teenager || Open || Active

Aug 27, 2011 00:56

Who: Edward, Tim, Rue, AND YOU!
Where: In the parlour
When: Day 001
What: Maison des Portes gets it's first almost-death! Welcome home...?
Warnings: Blood, gore, Ed's mouth.

( His life is pain. PAIN. )

@first house: first floor, *open, &day 001, edward elric (fullmetal alchemist), tim drake (dc comics), rue (princess tutu)

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comeswithpants August 27 2011, 05:24:11 UTC

Tim had just been on his way to dinner-- something completely simple and normal. Like he'd promise. No late nights, no danger. Only he was just distracted enough to let himself slip, apparently, because he felt himself lose the traction under his sneaker, felt himself nearly fall-- he just barely caught himself.

And then he smelt blood.

Considering his previous occupation, he did recognize the smell quickly, eyes snapping to the source. Not a dead body, he could tell the difference even before he saw any movement. But that was way too much blood. His mind raced as he moved forward, quickly but carefully, not even disturbing too much dust. This wasn't home. There were too many things wrong, and he was pretty sure there weren't any teenagers bleeding to death in his living room when his step mother had called him for dinner ( ... )

unexculpable August 29 2011, 04:21:50 UTC

For a few minutes all he could hear was the strained, raspy sound of his own breathing. He swallowed hard - tasting blood, sweat and tears and honestly if he didn't know better he would have said it was the taste of his own fear. Ed had to get up. He had to figure this out, had to calm down. He couldn't die. He could not die.

He closed his eyes tight, taking deep, shaky breaths. Trying to convince himself that moving was not going to hurt, that he could sit up just fine on his own, that he could do this because there were people counting on him. What he saw when he opened his eyes was not what he expected. But he was alone, right? He could have sworn...

"Yeah, d-don't worry about that. I'm... I'm not going anywhere right now," the words felt awkward, it felt like he hadn't said a word in months. But someone was here. "Look can you," his head swam, grimacing as he took another breath. "Can you j-just... just help me sit up? I don't think I do it on my own."

MAYBE I WILL STOP FAILING SO HARD?? my_fall_for_you August 29 2011, 23:31:11 UTC

It was Rue's luck that the first people she met in the house would be covered in blood.

She hadn't ventured too far from the front door - after all, it was a bad idea to get oneself lost in a house one wasn't even sure how one had entered - and was eyeing a far-too-slow grandfather clock suspiciously when she heard the voices. Rue glanced sharply towards the door. They were too low to understand, but they were people. Not the ones she'd been trying to follow -

Rue scrambled back through the parlor, almost falling in her haste to get out of the door and near the others. Her hurry might have been a bit misjudged, she thought, once her eyes fell on the boy - bleeding, bleeding dying?? maybe, blood dying? - and she froze in the doorway, mouth open.

She couldn't remember seeing anyone hurt this badly. How - ? "Wh-what?"

comeswithpants August 30 2011, 03:21:15 UTC

Okay, he was responsive. Obviously weak-- and Tim couldn't have expected anything else, really-- but responsive. That was a good first step. However, what he was asking was... kind of a different story.

"No," Tim said flatly, because both training and common sense told him that the last thing you wanted to do was jostle someone with this serious an injury. You had to stabilize until professionals arrived, that was all.

Before he could say more, though, his attention was grabbed by another person-- he cursed himself for letting someone sneak up on him, but he'd been otherwise occupied. He looked up at the girl in the opposite doorway-- someone who lived in the house? Questions could come later.

"Get help," Tim said, in his best 'take charge' voice, while he pulled his shirt off. He could maybe use it to stop the worst of the blood, until something more suitable came. There was a danger of infection, but he had to act fast. "We need-- bandages. And we need-- EMTs. Someone with training."

unexculpable August 31 2011, 01:25:50 UTC

Ed knew what he was asking was crazy and unreasonable. He knew it was stupid and he knew that common sense said that this was a bad idea, but if he didn't do something and do something now he was going to die. He had no idea how long he was unconscious, he didn't know how much blood he lost, but he figured it was safe to assume that he'd already lost far more than he should have.

"N-no, listen. Don't bother getting... getting help. Just help me up. I... I think I can stop the bleeding I just... I can't take this thing out by myself."