[voice] forward-dated to much later in the day.
I'm calling in for an ambulance from Skye. I have a man with severe abdominal wounds and head injury, though that isn't the extent of the damage. He requires immediate emergency medical attention that I'm not equipped to provide. If you can--
[There's an interruption. The voice is a little far away, and oh, guess what. It's Big Boss. He's yelling at ( Read more... )
[There's an interruption. The voice is a little far away, and oh, guess what. It's Big Boss. He's yelling at ( Read more... )
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[There's a silent "Who do I need to kill?" in there somewhere.]
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And we failed it.
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T-Triela, what-
Who did that to him?! Are you okay?!
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[She says it like she's trying to soothe someone who's just woken up too sharply.]
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[ breathe, breathe. breathe. flashback. breathe. ]
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[She's soft and she's even, but she's taught and a little intense, too. She's trying - it's hard not to make her current responses blunt and automatic.]
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[sitting on the ground (BETWEEN CAROUSEL HORSIES OR SOMETHING) he tries to make a grab for Triela's NV but he uhm. Kind of misses. Guess why. He growls.]
The police will be here soon, and I don't need that right now. Even in the hospital they won't stop asking questions. First of all we need to get the hell out of here - [oh, and there's the darkness in idk, ten minutes too?! :<] and fast, so get back on your damn bike. [because his is demolished, obviously. a little reluctantly,] I can't drive.
[oh, the broken arm would be bothersome and so would the higly ironic wound in his stomach, but being unable to see for some reason...he must have hit his head pretty hard. yeah, that totally wasn't yazoo shooting out his eye, no sir. that was just the gun hitting him. with a strained sound, he reaches for his face with his left hand of the arm that isn't broken, and notices that his face is really really really wet. all covered in blood, probably :( and it hurts a lot and feels weird, a little like when he ( ... )
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[She's moving back toward him, frustrated, agitated, not looking forward to the rest of the evening at all.]
I mean, I tried to get that bleeding stopped, so-- Hey, stop doing that. [It's with a sigh that she catches his hand to pull it down away from his face, and... then she really looks at him.
She'd been focusing on his stomach, not his face. It isn't the fact that an eye is missing that shocks her. It's the fact that he is missing it, that he was allowed such an injury (when she is here and fully functioning, when she is just fine ( ... )
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[fine, he lets her take that hand away. it's not like he can do much probing around like that; he can't open his eye right now and a doctor would have to look at it later. he doesn't want to think about any permanent damage because, you know - he still got one eye left and can still fire a gun. that's all that really matters. the doctors here are good, they can fix that somehow. (nevermind that this time, its not just a muzzle flash and his eye is honest to god completely destroyed. the only thing they can do is remove the remains ( ... )
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She doesn't want to be touched. Prodded. She wants to wrap him up and then rampage. But she lets him. Triela feels as though she's denying him enough by insisting on the ambulance. She won't pull away on top of everything else.]
It doesn't hurt badly. I've had worse.
[Hypocrisy.]
I have a headache and my arm feels heavy. I just need a little maintenance.
[With her other hand, she's reaching into her coat, rummaging. Has she used everything up on his stomach? No, there's a handkerchief, and her fingers smear it red as soon as she takes hold of it but it's going to have to do for now. At least it's something.
Starting an inch underneath his eye, she begins to wipe the blood from his face.]
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[Pause.]
You sure?
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[So automatic.]
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