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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 8, 2012 20:14:15 GMT -8
403's clinic was once Zaitun, a Tom Douglas Asian-fusion style restaurant. Now it has been stripped of its kitchen-y goodness, and left bare and relatively clean. The windows are papered over with newsprint, and the kitchen has become the clinic. The main restaurant area functions as a sickhouse with beds for patients. From here you can go to: Stairwell South
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 31, 2013 20:20:27 GMT -8
Bebe was having a highly inconvenient and bizarre day. Over the last month, she'd come to feel like the situation was fairly stable, but now it was an utter mess. Plus Nurse Columbo was being recalcitrant. How unprofessional!
After some protracted discussion with Thierry about the future of medicine at the 403 building, she was getting ready to do some serious work. That's when Lashonda and Ben came in.
Lashonda gave her the straight narrative before wandering over to the retail space, and Ben stayed for deeper analysis... Ben- "When we first met Kristen down in the cafeteria, Ivan checked her pulse and breath, and she seemed to be alive and able to answer which movie she last saw. I guess her reply was a bit strange, since she claimed to have watched Pocahontas with her daughter before she'd had to come in for a meeting, and she was sure that the babysitter was taking care of her daughter. I didn't ask for details, because I figured she might be telling herself that to feel better. But maybe she just didn't care. I also didn't know for sure that they didn't have ways to get in and out of the building, because she didn't look like she'd been trapped without food or water."
Dr. Bebe- "I think we can safely assume, based on what you're telling me, that these creatures are still alive and in command of their full memories and reason. As such, we should probably consider them humans with an illness. I'll get into that more later."
"We never checked Marco, but with Kristen being alive it seemed unnecessary. On the way up to the 'Big Guy' I asked about other survivors and she implied that they'd all been turned into zombies. And the helicopter pilots were the first to go. Her whole attitude seemed a bit cavalier, but I figured that's corporate people for you. Or a regular zompocalypse survivor. Was a bit of a surprise to hear that there were only the three survivors, but that was still three more than we'd expected when we first arrived."
Dr. Bebe- "Interesting. It is possible her attitude was a neurological effect of the condition, but we can't know for sure until we have a larger population to compare them to."
"When we met 'the Beez', as Lashonda called him, he started to talk about zombies as 'the future', and didn't agree with our idea of killing them all. I asked him to explain his business plan, and according to him and Kristen they were going to have the zombies deliver themselves to people, but they hadn't quite figured out how to direct zombies to specific recipients. That's what they apparently thought of as 'thinking outside the box', but it sounds to me as if they were stuck inside their own little Amazon-box."
Dr. Bebe- "Haha! Indeed."
"Kristen had said earlier that her boss was a genius, but if he ever was, his brain must have been affected, because both his plans and his actions in that room seem pretty stupid. Not zombie stupid perhaps, but certainly as stupid as your average stupid criminal who gets to be on TV."
Dr. Bebe- "I don't know how familiar you are with the man. He was widely regarded as a business genius. But this condition... I'll need to hear more."
"Marco had made some food down in the cafeteria, and we all got a boxed lunch with meat that smelled vile and rotten. I guess it must have smelled all right to them, or else they wouldn't have tried to get us to eat it. When we wouldn't eat, and when I pointed out that people would probably kill their zombies if they sent them out into the streets, the Beez gave me an ultimatum: I could either join them, or be made into a zombie. I tried to get us out of there without a fight, but the Beez just showed his long, purple tongue and yellowish eyes, and made it pretty clear that they really wanted to turn me into a zombie and eat me."
Dr. Bebe- "The crux of the condition: a desire to eat zombies, and seemingly also some devaluation of human life."
"Which seems a bit strange. I would've thought that people-flesh would taste better than zombie-flesh, but I guess they would've had to eat me alive for me not to become a zombie. Maybe fresh zombie tastes better than old, decomposed zombie, though? Because they had lots of zombies to eat, so there ought to have been something special about us living people that made them decide to drop the act and attack even when they were outnumbered."
Dr. Bebe- "Perhaps so. Though eating a person without a zombie phase involved would be as simple as killing with a massive head injury." "Ah! I didn't think of that. Good to know if I ever get really hungry and... Well, maybe not!"
Dr. Bebe- "Heaven forfend!"
"Marco went down after getting my torch in his face and a bullet from Tyrone in his head. So they feel pain just fine, and die from head injuries. The Beez got his left hand chopped off by Lashonda, and his blood was kind of gooey. Since we never checked his pulse and breath I can't be sure if he was alive or not. But he had sharp, crooked teeth, and that long tongue, so clearly he was some kind of monster. We never checked if Kristen or Marco were as far gone as their boss, or if they were basically human with crazy behaviour. Both Kristen and the Beez seemed focused on me during the fight, so whether or not Kristen was a monster, she certainly acted as if she was."
Dr. Bebe- "A common thread in this world of monsters is that they don't attack their own. Zombies are an occasional exception. Without better information, I still think it's safe to assume they were all of the same type, and derive our information from all three."
"But I suppose she could've just been extremely loyal to her boss, and gone along with everything that 'genius' suggested. I certainly got that vibe from her. Company spirit, group think, 'Kaizen', what have you. I wouldn't rule out that the Beez was somehow turned into a monster and then Kristen and Marco were the only ones loyal enough to go along with him, and any other survivors were simply killed. Or they could've all started out as regular humans and been turned into those... ghouls by eating zombie flesh."
Dr. Bebe- "Perhaps I should entertain other possibilities more strongly."
"After the fight Tyrone chucked the bodies out of a window so we could set them on fire outside. I just didn't want to take any chances. And perhaps I should worry about their ghosts coming for my juicy flesh one night. Because if ghosts want to fulfil some kind of wish they had when they were alive, eating me sure seemed to be the only thing those ghouls wanted in their last moments of existence. Hmm. If that's the case I hope ghosts aren't smart enough to remember addresses, because I told them we were from the 403."
Dr. Bebe- "I wouldn't worry about their ghosts any more than any other. Ghosts have pretty universally shown themselves to lack advanced thought." Bebe scrawled something down furiously on a paper, before reading it back. Dr. Bebe- "OK, Ben, based on your information plus Lashonda's, this is my entry for the big book:
GHOULS - When a human consumes the flesh of a former zombie, there is a risk of acquiring the ghoul pathology. It is unknown if there is a minimum amount that must be consumed, if a single bite is sufficient, or if it's possible to eat some zombie meat without becoming a ghoul at all.
Ghoulism is a pathology of a living person, rather than a state of undeath. Pathogenesis is still mysterious, so we have no early symptoms to report. Full blown ghouls have, or possibly have the following traits: They are compelled to eat zombies. They are frightening to zombies. They may feel the desire to turn humans into zombies. They have diminished compassion for humans. It is unknown but probable that they still have normal social function within their kind. They may have poor self control, but are able to curb the pathological urges for short periods of time. Their metabolism is possibly sluggish, with a slowed pulse and blood pressure. This is not diagnostic, as they can fool basic tests. They may have some degree of enhanced speed or strength, which must be from the supernature of the condition, as it is metabolically impossible with the diminished blood flow. Though not initially obvious, an angry ghoul may display abnormal enlargement and cyanosis of the tongue, and irregularity and sharpness of dentition, possibly as a means to enhance predation.
Does that sound right to you?"
Ben- "Yeah, that should do," Ben nodded.
"I don't really think it's a disease though. I think that it's probably more like being half undead, due to the zombie flesh merging with the living body. Unless we find some kind of holy water that can cleanse a body of all undeath, I don't think it can be treated."
"But that's just me, and I'm not a doctor," Ben shrugged.
Dr. Bebe- "A pathology is not necessarily caused by a pathogen, but that is a bit of jargon. Yes, I'm certain this pathology has no viral or bacterial component - rather, it is something supernatural."
Ben- "The really disturbing part is that if zombies can feel fear, does that mean that there's still someone in there? Because fearing ghouls couldn't be some kind of second nature retained from human life, could it? Maybe zombies are all being mind-controlled to attack living humans? We're just as deadly as ghouls, so if their fear was rational they should fear us as well. And if their fear is irrational, why would they fear ghouls who want to eat them? Maybe it's the mix of living and unliving flesh that confuses them?" Dr. Bebe- "My model for the neurological functions of zombies has been that they are mostly mindless, distinguishing the living from the dead on the basis of automatic social cues they've retained from life. So far, that model has held up to our best scrutiny.
But if they can distinguish a third category of being, even though it certainly gives the same social cues as a healthy human, then this is indeed the first evidence to strongly contest my hypothesis.
In fact, I might have to throw out my idea completely and start from scratch! Well, it's an occupational hazard of science. Thanks for the help, Ben!"
Ben- "Glad to be of help. And thank you for keeping track of all of this."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 31, 2013 20:21:42 GMT -8
Dr. Bebe- "It is definitely my pleasure. See you at dinner, Ben."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 7, 2013 0:04:39 GMT -8
Later on...
In the clinic, Kaya and Wil chatted softly while Bebe and Columbo discussed some procedures. The light was bright from a mixture of lamps arranged with mirrors and crystals for enhancement, including a large chandelier procured from the nearby antique store. It was incongruously fancy with the formerly spare, stainless steel kitchen that was now the clinic. They heard some heavy, slow footsteps from the hall.Out of sight- " 'Allo? Doctor?" Bebe stood, opened the door and saw the approaching people in the dim light of the hall. Bebe- "Come along. Nurse Columbo, do help." Beau was carrying the unconscious president, and Bryce hobbled behind him. Columbo- "What the sheet man, did we get attacked?"
Beau- "No, it is accident."
Bebe- "This way." She helped Beau put Seth onto a bed.
His eyes fluttered open and closed a couple times. He was semi-conscious but dazed. Bebe looked to Bryce.
Bebe- "Nurse Columbo, check on that man."
Columbo came over to Bryce. Columbo- "What happened, dude?"
Bryce- "*wheeze*"
Beau- "Seth passes out on the stairs, onto young man."
Bebe- "Passes out? We'll need to know more." Columbo set to checking Seth's vitals as Beau explained. Beau- "Young man tells me, 'ee just falls into the apples. Er-- goes unconscious."
Bryce- "He's been sick. *wheeze* He-- was having trouble, and just passed out on the stairs. I tried to catch him, he fell on me on the stairs."
Beau- "I think young man 'as the broken rib."
Bebe- "Nurse Columbo, confirm the broken rib."
Columbo- "Okay. Hey kid, how does this feel?"
Bryce- "AHHH! OW!"
Columbo- "Confirmed!"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 7, 2013 0:48:04 GMT -8
Bebe gently coaxed Seth to consciousness, helping him to sit up.
Bebe- "Hey Mr. President. You okay there? How you feeling?"
Seth- "...what...? I'm tired."
He looked totally white and had a sheen of sweat over his face. Bebe- "Well, you're obviously sick, Seth. But I can't let you sleep yet. In fact, if you don't stay awake, I'm going to have to put a needle in your arm. Do you want that Seth, do you want a cruel needle piercing your tender flesh?"
Seth- "No..."
Bebe- "What happened to you just now? Why are you in my office?"
He shook his head. Bebe- "Alright. I am told that you passed out on the stairs. Do you think that going up the stairs was too much exertion for you?"
Seth- "...Really? I don't... I do that all the time."
She put a stethoscope on his chest. His heart rate seemed normal, if a bit slow, and his breathing was horrible. It was rattling and labored. Beau- "Is it perhaps emotional stress? Eet was an upsetting scene downstairs."
Bebe- "Oh no. We can definitely say that Seth is suffering from a respiratory ailment. A fairly severe one. In fact, I would recommend that everyone that doesn't feel like getting sick, leaves." Beau nodded and gave Seth a sympathetic look as he left. Seth- "..."
Bebe- "What did you do to yourself?
Bryce- "He got sick. It happens. Ow."
Bebe- "Don't move so much, broken rib boy. We'll get back to you in a moment."
Seth- "What happened? Bryce, what-- *deep breath* happened to you?"
Bryce- "I... tried to catch you."
Seth- "No...!"
Bebe- "Enough of this, you! Neither of you talk, unless you're spoken to. Seth, have you ever used oxygen before?" Seth shook his head. She gave him some instructions, and put the mask over his face. He blinked slowly as he breathed, his chest rising and falling beneath his oversized sweater. Bebe- "Columbo, don't let this guy fall asleep. We're gonna try to figure out how to set a broken rib."
Bryce- "...!"
Bebe- "Don't worry, it's pretty basic stuff. I think."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 7, 2013 1:22:56 GMT -8
The clinic was hoppin' today! A little while later, Daniel brought his friends down.
Daniel- "What happened to the president?"
Dr. Bebe- "Don't worry everybody. He'll be fine. Can you all follow me into the lounge through that door? Please." She nodded to Columbo and poured out of the seat, shifting weight into tall high heels, and click-clacking out of the room. Bryce and the others looked at the new people as genially as they could but said nothing. Daniel & friends followed Bebe.
Seth- "Yeah don't -- *breathe* worry..."
Most of them were looking at the president as they passed out of the room. Cathleen seemed somehow distracted. As they came into the lounge, Dr. Bebe turned on a little stereo. It played some Kenny G shit. She turned to face the new customers. As she did, she caught a weird expression in the midst.
One of these kids is not like the others, she thought. Dr. Bebe- "Hm, sorry, a bit distracted. First, let me assure you, Seth is going to be fine. He hasn't been taking care of himself, and contracted a nasty cough. We'll fix him up and force him to eat chicken soup like a good boy. Do you believe me?" They nodded unconvincingly. She continued.Dr. Bebe- "So I gather you are all new. Daniel, what do these fine young people have to do with you?"
Daniel- "They're my coworkers from ET Design! That's Eli Tangeman - the CEO, Woody - a designer, Judy - IT expert, and Cathleen - the receptionist."
Dr. Bebe- "Beautiful all. Welcome! I'd like you to each wait over here, and take turns coming back to see me in the examining room around the corner. The music here should assist with privacy as there are no walls between here and there. Just stay close by. I'll take Woody first, OK...?" She proceeded to give cursory checkups to all the new people, one after another, finding them to be in very good health. They all seemed a bit secretive about the recent past, and she heartily recommended they see Emmett next, down the long hall.
The last person she saw was Cathleen... Dr. Bebe- "... Cathleen... You seem a little distracted.
Cathleen- "... Erm, sorry. It's been a weird apocalypse for me. It's n-nice to meet you."
Dr. Bebe- "Relax. I don't bite."
Cathleen- "Oh, haha! I'm not afraid of you. Just... thinking about something..."
Dr. Bebe- "Yes indeed. How do you feel? You seem a little flushed."
Cathleen- "Oh? The stairs were a bit much. Yeah."
Dr. Bebe- "Really? That's what laid our president low, but in his case it was reduced lung capacity from a lower respiratory situation. Are you a smoker?"
Cathleen- "I quit a month ago."
Dr. Bebe- "Very good. Let's listen to those lungs. Take off your shirt, if you don't mind." Cathleen felt a little insane. Her last intimate experience was very unpleasant. She thought she was put off lust forever. And then something distracted her. Still...Cathleen- "I'm sorry, I'll keep my shirt on. Mm." Her pulse raced.
Dr. Bebe- "That's OK. You four are a modest kind." The doctor put on a stethoscope and approached again. She gestured for Cathleen to loosen a few buttons so she could slip the hearing aid closer to the skin. Her soft, cool hand entered the shirt, traced a path with a pinky, and resting the rubber of the stethoscope against her ribs.
The women were close, Dr. Bebe tall, powerful, soft and sure, Cathleen small, thin, skin on fire, fingers trembling.Dr. Bebe- "Take a deep breath." Bebe's smile was sphinx-like.
Cathleen- "Uhhhm..."
Dr. Bebe- "Exhale."
Cathleen- "Hwoooo... Uh, hey, doc." Cathleen's voice trembled badly.
Dr. Bebe- "You're safe here, beautiful. Take your time." She lunged forward at the neck, kissing the doctor passionately, seizing her shoulders with her skinny arms. She leaned back abruptly, scared of the response, eyes frantically searching the doctor's for meaning.Dr. Bebe- "That's pretty good breath control. I can tell you're an enthusiastic subject, Cathleen, and I've got a few more tests in mind..."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 7, 2013 2:23:58 GMT -8
A while later...
There were six people in the clinic. Wil and Kaya quietly played cards on the other side of a divider. Columbo did little chores for Bebe. Bebe sat next to Seth, with Bryce just a few feet away. Bebe took the oxygen mask off. Bebe- "Hey there Seth. You feel a little better with that oxygen in you?"
Seth- "Yeah. It's easier than *wheeze* real breathing."
Bebe- "It is real breathing. Just a little extra juice added. Consider yourself lucky you didn't need an iron lung. 'Cause those things just don't work now."
Seth- "Geez..."
Bebe- "So, it's hard to tell at this point whether you've got a virus or bacteria. So I'll have to do some more observations and we'll test you out with a combination of medications soon. But if we treat the symptoms your body should be able to recover."
Seth- "Man."
Bebe- "I say should recover, but maybe it won't. Look at you, Seth. How long have you been coughing."
Seth- "A few days I think... usually just in the-- morning."
Bebe- "Okay for that, how long have you been... less physically adroit than usual? Weaker, less energetic."
Seth- "Aw man... kinda long time. Few weeks."
Bebe- "Mm-hmm. Before the trouble started, how often did you get sick?"
Seth- "Once in a while, maybe.. couple times a year if something was going around."
Bebe- "Did it ever get this bad?"
Seth- "No way. I got-- *wheeze* swine flu, not this bad."
Bebe- "Mmm... You're built rather slim. I think it's safe to say it would be healthy for you to be at a lower weight than an average person. But not this much lower."
Seth- "Ugh... I eat all the time."
Bebe- "Oh do you now? What have you eaten in the last 24 hours?"
Seth- "Uhh.. We had dinner last night, and I drank a vitamin water. Bryce had some candy and I ate some root beer barrels and two granola bars. It's like.. twice what Bryce eats I think."
Columbo- " Yeah, 'cause he don't do sheet."
Bryce- "*wheeze* I resemble that remark..."
Bebe- "Different people have different metabolisms, it's pretty obvious just to look at you that you're the kind of person who needs to eat more than average, or more calorie dense food. Because right now, you're pretty malnourished, and that's a problem."
Seth- "Geez but... it's not like I can get pizza anymore..."
Bebe- "We've got to do something about it Seth. Now, the BMI chart is highly flawed, but you are obviously dangerously thin. Consider these facts, Kaya over there is at a healthier weight than you are, and her prognosis is pretty good. Conversely, people as underweight as yourself are more susceptible to disease and death from nearly any source than persons as overweight as myself. Do you like being fragile? There's a certain romance in it, I know."
Seth- "No..."
Bryce- "Haha. You dumbass."
Bebe nodded her head.
Bebe- "You're a dumbass, Seth."
Seth- "Geez, you're supposed to be nice to sick guys. Anyway, what am I supposed to do? I can't like, eat us out of house and home..."
Bebe- "No, no you can do that. We'll start you off with easily consumed foods. Eggs, candy bars, pop. We'll work you up to things that are a little more challenging than bread and as much meat as we can feed you when it's available.
Seth- "Oh god I'm being challenged by bread. That's sad."
Bebe- "Yes indeed. The other thing you'll need is a lot of rest, and that needle I threatened you with earlier, I'm sorry I'm going to stick you with that. Fortunately for you I've gotten a little better with that this last month."
Seth- "Ugh."
Bryce- "So uh.. when's he gonna be able to uh, work up those bitchin' abs and junk?"
Bebe- "It's extremely early to consider that. At this point, the only exercise Seth should be getting is walking around oh, five to ten minutes every few hours or so."
Seth- "Oh man, but I gotta climb those stupid stairs twenty million times..."
Bebe- "Not now you don't. I won't those calories to go straight to your thighs."
Seth- "But how will I do anything?"
Bebe- "Did you have a vice president?"
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Mar 7, 2013 23:28:05 GMT -8
Somebody had a visitor! Alex opened the clinic door halfway and peered through. He carried a partially open backpack in one arm. Hm. No Columbo visible. Good. Quietly, Alex sneaked inside Dr. Bebe's clinic. "Seeeeth? Doctor?" He found El Presidente's bed but didn't approach too closely. The man looked so fragile. Alex's backpack made a high-pitched, indignant sound.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 7, 2013 23:36:59 GMT -8
Columbo- "What the sheet?! Ah, it's you. The Lord of the Dance." Wil waved from the other corner of the room, Kaya just out of sight behind a divider. Dr. Bebe wasn't around. Seth's eyes popped open at Columbo's exclamation, then went back to heavy-lidded mode. He looked at Alex. Seth- "...."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 7, 2013 23:58:14 GMT -8
Seth- "Hey-- Alex. Haha... I'm embarrassed. I just--- I got a little sick."
He sat up, and smiled wearily. Alex noticed there was an oxygen mask sitting on his lap for easy access.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
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Post by DKender on Mar 8, 2013 0:47:27 GMT -8
"Lord of the ... aw! Did you hear that, Seth? I've decided to really focus on my dancing. Nineteen is pretty much middle-aged, when it comes to athletic careers, but improvement is worth a shot."
Seth- "Haha, don't I-- know it."
He crouched near the bed. "Don't be embarrassed. Swear to Whatever that I've done worse things than get ..." He glanced at the mask. "Pneumonia? Well, these are for you. Uh huh. Colors help recovery." He took out several origami flowers and arranged them in an empty soda bottle. Seth- "Oh that's really sweet. Th-thank you."
"They don't have pollen. Because they are paper. Do you need anything else? I'll kill a goose, if that's what it takes to fight this virus! It'll be all right." Seth- "Haha, unless you can-- make me a pizza. Thank you though."
For a moment, Alex seemed sad, but that passed quickly. "So, since you and Bryce are tight, I brought him down to say hello." An unamused Snowball peeked from the backpack. " " "HAHA. Doesn't he look like Bryce? It's the eyes. I really shouldn't bring animals in a clinic, though, huh? Uhahaha! Seriously, though, it's uncanny." Seth- "Hahaha! *wheeze* I think-- I-- I've seen that face. You're funny. "
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 8, 2013 2:28:50 GMT -8
Bebe came in from the restaurant area. Dr. Bebe- "Nurse Columbo! I told you no cats in here!"
Columbo- "Don't have a cow, baby, he just-"
Dr. Bebe- "Don't anglicize my name! Get off your duff and clean the examination room!"
Columbo- "*grumble grumble*" As Columbo left, she lightened her demeanor Dr. Bebe- "Sorry, Alex. That's very sweet, but Seth and Kaya have compromised immune systems right now, and cats have very creepy germs, the sweet little guys. Do you mind removing him from here?"
"Yes, Doctor. Sorry! Cats are germy, huh? Is that why their scratches hurt like the dickens?" He put Snowball into the open backpack again. "I'll let you rest, Presidente. Dunno how serious you were about the pizza, but it's happening. BYE, WIL!"
Off Alex went!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 8, 2013 3:08:08 GMT -8
MUCH LATER...
As Beau and Del brought the bloodied people into the clinic, it was very dim - only tap lights and a small brazier going. Seth stayed totally unconscious. Wil began to stir abruptly, and staggered to his feet at the intrusion. Wil- "What's going on?"
Wil- "Wil."
Del- "We just rescued these guys off the street. Do you know anything about, uh, first aid?"
Wil- "Hardly."
Man- "Sorry, I ... I do..."
Beau- "I only a bit as well. Sir--"
He gestured to the man to help the woman on to a bed, and cast about the environment for medical supplies. As he found them, he sat them on a table next to the tall man, for him to use.
He tutted at Chou, and pointed out the door. The dog trotted away into the hall, dutifully.
The new man stood weirdly teetering for a moment. He abruptly seemed disoriented, his eyes wet in the gloom.
Joe- "We should be running. It isn't safe. We should go..."
Del- "Looks like it's on you, Beau! DUDE! Wake up!" Seth woke up. Beau- "Sir, you are safe. Please--" He started unwrapping gauze, and gestured to Del."Take her coat off, please." Seth sat up wearily, blinking. Seth- "What.... what's going-- on?" The new man continued wobbling, and Del gripped him tightly. Man- "It isn't safe.. Don't... her coat is holding her blood in..."
Del- "Knock it off, dude!" Wil stepped up and reached for the lady's coat. He started to open it but slowly, worried by the confused man's statements. Indeed, flowing blood was visible as soon as he opened the jacket - but he felt like he had to keep on.
He lifted her head and shoulders with one arm, losing his limb into an inky mess of bloodied hair, then retrieving it as soon as he got the coat off one sleeve and out from under her back.
It seemed like a successful maneuver until the last sleeve was removed - and blood gobbed out of a very deep bite wound on that arm (her left). Wil- "God damn it!"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 8, 2013 3:46:10 GMT -8
Beau snapped on a pair of rubber gloves, grabbed a bit of rubber tubing and quickly tied it on the woman's upper arm to stop the blood flow to the wounded arm. Beau- "Please, the gauze..." Wil grabbed the unwrapped gauze and handed it off, and Beau held it against the woman's wound firmly.
Seth- "Oh no..." Seth got out of the bed, and stood to the side, watching with bleary eyes. Man- "...isn't-"
Del- "Oh no you don't! Sit down!" Del forced the guy to take a seat, as gently as he could. The man went silent for the moment. Some blood dribbled off of his hand onto the floor.
Bebe finally came bustling in with Casey at her side. Dr. Bebe- "Oh, what I wouldn't do for an ER doc right now."
Kaya- "What's going on?"
Beau made way for the doctor, but kept the pressure on the woman's arm. Beau- "I am sorry, I am no doctor. I 'ave applied tourniquet to the arm. How can I 'elp you?
Dr. Bebe- "Normally we avoid tourniquets these days, but for this owwie I'll make an exception. Check on victim 2 and if he's got anything less bad than this, no tourniquet, yes pressure.
Seth, get back in bed and stay.
Wil, sanitize yourself and stay with Kaya.
Del, you and Casey clean yourselves up and get out of here. If there's something dangerous out there tonight, we'll need guards at posts again.
I have Columbo coming down right now. Thanks, Beau..."
Man- "...not safe..." They sorted the mess out. Thierry came down with Columbo and Briar, then sent her packing. The Universe didn't come crashing down. Seth couldn't get back to sleep. Beau and Thierry stood nearby him, talking quietly, while Bebe and Columbo operated on the woman. The man had been sedated and breathed unevenly on a stretcher nearby.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 8, 2013 4:19:06 GMT -8
Thierry- "What happened to these people? Can you enlighten us at all, Beau?"
Beau- "Oh... May I in French? It takes so long for me..."
Thierry- "Oui. Allez-y..."
Beau- "Je suis sur le toit avec les étudiants, Chou voit quelque chose ... Deux personnes. Ils ont l'air blessé, donc je descendre les escaliers. Del et je vais dehors, et les trouver sur Aurora. La femme saigne abondamment, l'homme est confus. Nous les amenons dans, à la clinique... Je voudrais savoir plus..."
Seth- "That sounds interesting."
Thierry- "It's not very informative. Avez-tu vois quelque chose de les suivre?"
Beau- Honnêtement, je ne comprends pas ce qu'ils fuient. Il y avait très peu de zombies. L'homme est trop confus pour expliquer. Il avait très peur de quelque chose. Il dit seulement: - "It's not safe... we should go." --and so on. Oh, il dit aussi qu'il sait premiers soins. Peut-être que militaire? La femme semble avoir une morsure sur le bras d'elle. Probablement juste de zombie ..."
Thierry- "Oui. Merci, merci... Seth, they were only being chased by a few zombies, but were in this condition, coming over the Aurora cars. Nothing else in sight. The unconscious fellow claimed to know first aid, Beau thinks he might be military. Neither offered an explanation, but the man - rather disoriented - kept saying it isn't safe here. That's all."
Seth- "Hmm-- I guess if they came from that way, that rules out PanPac escapees, that was-- my theory. I can't imagine it was just zombies, after all this time. Some other kind of monster? I guess once he can talk, we'll have to get his story."
Seth sat up in the bed for a moment, and massaged his throat.
Beau- "*shakes head sadly* There can always be something. Not just zombie, maybe not even a monster. People can be as dangerous, or more." From nearby, Bebe chimed in. The dead quiet of the post-electric world let her hear even their soft conversation. Dr. Bebe- "Everything that wasn't directly caused by undead appears environmental - falling through glass, that sort of thing. Unless humans are now attacking with fingernails and teeth."
Thierry- "Thank you, doctor. That was disgusting."
Beau- "We still do not know why they flee. Perhaps it is just bad situation. There are many cruel people in 'zis world. Perhaps the injury is after they flee, I don't know..."
Seth- "--So maybe something like the PanPac escapees, but worse? *sigh* I could buy it, I guess. That is both awful, and a little less scary than the idea of new monsters."
Bebe- "No reason to suspect new monsters, but no reason to suspect humans either. Votre vision de l'humanité est sombre, mon ami."
Columbo- "Tous peuvent cesser de parler français s'il vous plaît. Jesus sheet."
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