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[aint_weak]

The shift began uneventfully enough. All was quiet in the clinic, and even the Compound appeared more subdued than usual. The party taking place just outside accounted for that, Simon was sure. Simon himself prepared for a silent and undisturbed evening, filled with light paperwork and tea

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[pinata_helmet]

JD hadn't been far from the Compound when he'd heard commotion about, just outside it as a matter of fact. Until he and Elliot set a date to move into their new hut he was taking as much time outside of the room as possible. He to be respectful, he understood, of Veronica Mars. Also, Elliot had to have some free time during the day that wasn't devoted entirely to him.

He stood suddenly when he heard what he thought were... Gunshots? Was that a gunshot? He furrowed his brows and walked up the steps to the Compound, looking out in the direction of the noise. It has to be, nothing else sounds like that. If they were gunshots, which he thought they most assuredly were, that meant casualties, which meant getting to the clinic as soon as possible. He took off at a run, not stopping until he reached his destination.

He entered the clinic to see an unfamiliar Doctor in an on vaguely familiar clinic. "Those are gunshots," he said to the Doctor needlessly, and pushed up the sleeves of his dark grey t-shirt.

[aint_weak]

Seriously considering the worst case scenario, Simon moved about the clinic with calm strides, making sure everything was easily accessible, stocked and in working order. It all was, of course.

He stopped when the young man entered the clinic. "Yes, they are," he agreed, almost using the tone one would employ when giving a four year old a gold star. Almost.

"It could be nothing," he continued. "Many people here have guns."

[pinata_helmet]

The Doctor was right. It could have been nothing, but the sounds indicated return fire to JD, and that was not a promising thought. First thing's first, he thought, and walked to the sink to wash up, scrubbing hands hands and arms halfway to his elbows. "I'm Dr. Dorian," he called over his shoulder. Thinking that the guy's reaction may have partly stemmed from the fact that none of the medical staff knew him yet. "I come from the same Hospital as Dr. Reid and Dr. Cox," he continued, and dried his hands.

[aint_weak]

"Oh," Simon noised, straightened visibly as he turned to consider the other man in a new light. Unfortunately, from what he knew of Dr. Reid and Dr. Cox, his initial impression did not change much. While he considered Elliot good-natured and skilled, she also gave the impression of being slightly unhinged. Dr. Cox was also competent, but had a worse bedside manner than the Captain as far as Simon could see.

"That's... nice," he managed. "I'm Dr. Tam. It's good to meet you, doctor. What was your specialty back home?"

[captainjack]

Jack walked in with Cole. The man was bleeding down his arm, the trip from the boarding house to the clinic being too much for the crappy triage bandage Jack had done up with the sleeve of the man's shirt.

"Here we are. Time for a real doctor," he said as he spied Simon.

[song_n_dance]

"Hello, doctor," Cole said politely, swaying a little on his feet and grateful when Jack pulled a chair out for him. "It appears I've been shot."

[aint_weak]

"Looks like," Simon agreed, his eyes already moving to assess the injury. With scissors and forceps in gloved hands, he came closer to inspect the wound, kneeling down once the man had been seated.

He cut quickly through the bandage. "Any other wounds? How much blood did he lose?" he asked over his shoulder to Jack. "This will hurt," he commented, as a warning, to his patient before attempting to approximate the location of the bullet with touch.

[captainjack]

"Enought to be woozy," Jack answered, trying to keep his voice even and soothing. "Most of it's on him...and me."

When he saw what Simon was doing, he held Cole a little tighter to keep him still. Yeah...this was going to hurt, a lot. Especially for someone who probably never been hurt like this before in his life.

[incassielsname]

For all that I have seen, for all the battles I've fought, for all the wounded I have seen and even attended to, this is not a situation I have ever been in, nor ever wanted to see. Protect and serve, we Cassilines are called to do, and though I still serve my Queen, I can't help but realize with every hurried step I take, with every pulse of her blood that seeps into my clothes as I cradle her against me, I cannot help but realise that I have failed.

There are no time for those thoughts now, though, as I burst through the compound, heedless of who is in my way as I hurry to the clinic. "Please help," I say urgently when I enter, looking for someone who is in charge. "She's been--" I fumble for the word, not finding it as it is unfamiliar to me in the common tongue of this place, or in D'Angeline. "--There was a fight. With guns."

[queenysandre]

Ysandre was still conscious, but only just, vaguely aware through the haze of blood and pain that they had reached the clinic. She hung limply in Joscelin's arms, cradled against his chest, unable to do much else beyond a whispered attempt at speech.

[aint_weak]

Cole and Jack had just been settled when Simon strode hurriedly out of the auxiliary patient room of the clinic, hearing the tight anxiety in a man's voice. His step nearly froze when he saw Ysandre in the man's arms, covered in blood as she was, but he knew better than to hesitate, no matter how terrible it looked. Appearances were deceiving.

"Set her down here," Simon ordered, indicating the patient bed kept out in the clinic for just such an emergency. He washed his hands with practiced efficiency and donned a new pair of gloves, ready to cut open Ysandre's dress and examine the wound the moment she was settled.

"Is this the only wound?" he demanded. "How long has she been bleeding?"

[incassielsname]

I comply, easing Ysandre down onto the bed as quickly as I can. I stay near the bed, though I am sure that the doctor will be able to handle the situation. "I believe that's the only wound," I say. "She was at the boarding house, I happened across the scene just as Ysandre was wounded and brought her straight here."

Not long at all, really, given as quick as I moved, but still, too long. Far too long for her to be wounded so gravely. I am not as young or strong or fast as I used to be. I could have made it in less time. I could have done something else.