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Post by Brothers of Christ on Apr 15, 2007 20:55:42 GMT -1
The quiet pub wasn't too crowded on account of it being Monday afternoon. A thick layer of smoke hung over the illuminated pool table, however it was quickly disturbed when the door burst open, shining stark sunlight into the dwelling, the door violently slamming on its hinges, sending a layer of dust down over the new arrivals. One arm wrapped round the other's waist and the other gripping the hand around his neck, the conscious man dragged the beaten man further into the pub, loudly knocking over a table in the process. Carefully laying the man down against the bar, his eyes darted back to the door as though expecting company. However, none came. Breathing heavily, he turned back to his fallen comrade and tilted his head to the side to check the deep gash on his cheek, and the more worrying hole on his side. "Help!" he called out desperately in a thick Irish accent, eyes darting over the occupants, hoping at least one of them was a doctor. Not bloody likely...and even if there was, a drinking doctor would be the last person he'd want prodding in his brother's wounded body.
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Post by Riley Weathers on Apr 17, 2007 20:54:00 GMT -1
Riley sat at a table, tucked into a corner of the dim pub. With her long legs, clad in torn jeans, propped on a chair beside her, she picked at the plate of fries before her. In her hand was a book that she had been leafing through for research. There was no hunt at the moment, but she figured it was best to keep up on her studies of the supernatural. A notebook was on the table and she dropped the fry to pick up a pen to jot something down. The shirt she wore was a dark green t-shirt that skimmed over the top of her jeans and had a skull with crossbones logo. Dark brown hair was loose around her face, tucked behind her ear on one side. The door made an attention grabbing sound as it swung open. Lifting her eyes up, just enough to see past the people near her, she saw the new occupants. One man carrying another. She couldn't be sure if the wounded man was even conscious but he sure as hell didn't look like he was in top shape. "Help!" She almost expected him to shout out, 'Is there a doctor in the house?' but that seemed far to cliche. The likely hood of a doc being around was slim and even then, he probably would be in no condition to help. There was no way of telling just how bad the wounds are but she knew a little about patching people up. Course wounded werewolves didn't really count as people but same principals applied. Tucking the notebook and book into her messenger bag, she left the table and pushed her way through the crowd. "What happened?" She asked and before he could assume anything, she held up a hand to the man out of the two, that was standing. "I'm not a doctor. But I think I can help your friend. At least, better than letting you drag him all around." Touching the wounded one's face, she bit down on her lip as she look at the gash across the cheek. The pub would be no help to him. Not with the crowds of people around and no proper tools to stitch him up. "He can't stay here." She looked up to catch the eyes of his friend or who even they were to eachother.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Apr 17, 2007 21:43:06 GMT -1
Duncan groaned at her touch; her hands were warm, unlike Reece's freezing cold digits. He daren't have opened his eyes, however. His muscles were seizing up and anything he did just brought him more pain. Reece looked over the woman, she hardly looked like the type who'd have any medical experience. She'd get blood on her nails. His mind racing, he listened to what she had to say, his brain taking a moment to comprehend it. He can't stay here?! He dragged him across town just to get to familiar ground. "What do you feckin mean? Hospital's on the other side of town!" Reece spat desperately, his tone loud, garish and above all panicked as his weary and mortified face looked down to his bloody brother. He wasn't about to let a stranger start prodding his brother without being a doctor. Yet considering the thing that caused the wound; going to the hospital would be a bad idea too.
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Post by Riley Weathers on Apr 17, 2007 22:01:45 GMT -1
Riley bent down a little, inspecting the wound at his side. As if the gash on the cheek wasn't bad enough. She really wasn't sure if she could help him. There was really no clear sign of what might be hurt internally from the hole. But then the other man saw fit to argue with her. Lifting her eyes up, she stood slowly. "Look, he's your friend. If you want him to die, then leave him in this filthy bar." She felt a little bad, thinking about leaving someone wounded here. But she wasn't about to get into some fight with a complete stranger, who was being a moron at the moment. "He needs someone quiet, CLEAN and where he can lay down." Turning back to the bar, she reached for a napkin and wet it in one of the pitchers of water. Turning back to the groaning man, she attempted to wipe some of the blood off of his face. "You sure have some friend here. Aren't you glad he's watching your back?" Though she wasn't sure how much he'd hear, but he didn't make a noise, so he was somewhat conscious and needed to stay that way.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Apr 18, 2007 14:41:28 GMT -1
Reece looked up at her, noting she was now standing. What? Was she planning on leaving them now? Giving her an icy stare, he felt the need to correct her. "He's not my friend. He's my brother." he said bitterly. But he knew she was right. Pubs weren't the best place to treat wounds. Duncan stirred as she talked to him. Looking over her shoulder, his eyes met his brother, "Do what she says." he mumbled in an inaudible gasp, before his eyes blinked shut once more, sighing a pained breath. Reece was the next to sigh, more in realisation and certainty than pain. "Alright, "he mumbled to the girl, "Where do you have in mind?" He'd have to swallow his pride and accept her help, because he couldn't do it on his own.
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Post by Riley Weathers on Apr 18, 2007 15:38:08 GMT -1
Riley continued to wipe at the bloodied cheek. "He needs to be in a hospital, but since you've already pointed out the great distance between here and there, that won't work." She looked over shoulder at him, studying him for a moment. So they were brothers. That explained the distressed looks and the panicked cry for help. She understood what it was like for family to be in danger. She understood that sibling bond. "The best you can do for him now is a bed. Somewhere where he can lie down and someone can nurse him. He'll need stitches, for sure on his side. Maybe some butterfly ones on his cheek." She looked back at who she assumed was the older brother. "I'd take him back to your hotel room or a house. Look after him closely." Wiping away the last of the blood, she stood up and lay the now red napkin on the counter. This was the point where she left after offering advice. Having someone else's life in her hands wasn't a pleasure to her. But when she looked at the younger brother, she wasn't sure she trusted him with all this medical attention. "Look, I can help you if you want. I'm not a doctor, like I said, but I've patched people up before." She grabbed a new napkin and held it to the gash as she waited for his answer. It wouldn't surprise her if the offer was refused. She was a stranger, offering to help save his brother's life. If she failed well, people don't seem to forgive you very easily if you knock off one of their near and dear.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Apr 18, 2007 22:53:22 GMT -1
He'll need stitches, for sure on his side. Maybe some butterfly ones on his cheek.So maybe she was a medical student. Reece was still apprehensive about letting her near his brother, but at least she knew what she was talking about. But he started shaking his head at the mention of going back to their place; "No..no...they'll be waiting there. We, uh, got into a fight." he explained reluctantly; he sure wasn't going to say what, so he'd keep it as generic and amibiguous as possible. "Look, I can help you if you want. I'm not a doctor, like I said, but I've patched people up before."Reece's jaw clenched when he realised he had to make a decision. She seemed to be a random passer by; there was no reason to be suspicious of her, but if they were to protect her, they'd best have nothing to do with her. Looking from her to his fallen sibling, he sucked his lip. He wasn't going to the Kingdom just yet. "Alright." he spoke out. "Please..." he begged sincerely, "...help. But we can't go back to ours..."
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Post by Riley Weathers on Apr 18, 2007 23:15:03 GMT -1
"Please...help. But we can't go back to ours..."Riley was quick to turn around and look at him. "Well then where are 'we' suppose to take him?" She asked and then realized what he might be saying. "What...m-my place? No. I'm not taking you two back to my hotel. No. It's out of the question. Forge-" But her eyes fell back down to the torn up brother. Ok, she really wasn't this heartless but did she want to bring two random guys back with her? Who knew what the hell had gotten to them. Sighing, she pushed her hair out of her face. "Fine. Ok. Just, get him outside." Slipping back into the crowd, she went for her table mumbling. The strap of the bag went over her head and she pulled out some ones to lay on the table. Here she was, getting ready to play taxi and doctor to the shady, wounded men of the world. Why not open up a shop? Forget hunting, she'd just patch up strange, bloodied men. Making her way back to the two brothers, she decieded she could offer some help with carrying. "Here. Let me help." She reached for one arm to slip over her shoulder. This night had really just gotten terribly longer. But her jeep wasn't far from the door and she was working a plan over in her head. Patch him up, let the two of them fall asleep and vacate her room and never look back. She would keep her promise. Sew up the holes and cuts. That was her promise. Patch up the wounded.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Apr 19, 2007 16:49:37 GMT -1
"What...m-my place? No. I'm not taking you two back to my hotel. No. It's out of the question. Forge-...Fine. Ok. Just, get him outside."Not wasting any time, Reece was already pulling Duncan up to his feet, placing his arm around his shoulder, ignoring the pained cries coming from his brother. There'd be a lot more pain by the time the day was over, so by causing Duncan a little more was nothing. The neccesity for survival outweighed his instinctive reaction to soothe his brother's discomfort. Grunting himself, he clutched onto Duncan's hand which was now around his own neck, making sure he wouldn't slip. Looking back, he saw the girl approach them again and gladly accepted her help as she supported Duncan's other side. Taking it slowly, Reece tilted the threesome forward to allow himself to push open the door with his shoulder, hitting it harder than he expected as pain from collision bit into his upper arm, subsiding quickly. Grunting again, he kept the door open as they managed to slip out into the cold night air, the door closing behind them, leaving the bewildered occupants of the pub to stare in amazement. Glancing around, he looked for their vehicle, imagining her mode of transport being more like a pink convertable, rather than something along the lines of that Jeep in front of them.
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Post by Riley Weathers on Apr 21, 2007 22:26:42 GMT -1
Riley let the younger brother lead them out. His wounded sibling sagged a little, but supporting him wasn't all that bad. Once outside, she took over the leading position. Her Jeep wasn't far from the doors of the little pub. Slipping between her car and another, she opened up the side door. "Get in. Someone has to sit with him." She'd support him while he climbed in. As the one brother climbed in, she found herself a bit distracted. So she couldn't lie, it wasn't a bad view but she quickly looked away and focused on something else. When he reached out to help, she assisted him and shut the door. Once the two were loaded up and safe for now, she jogged around to the drivers side. It took no more than a moment to hop in, slip on a pair of sunglasses and start up the car. She had the urge to peel out and get to the hotel as quickly as possible. But the less shock the wounded man went through on this drive, the better. So as she left the parking lot, she glanced in the mirror. "So you going to tell me what happened or am I going to be a target for some unruly ganster or mafia drug lord?" She added a little smile, because she didn't want him to worry. She was going to help them and was damn confident that she'd be able to keep his brother from dying. Humans were really no threat to her but no use dropping the 'H' word. These guys didn't need to know about her hunting talent. Now that she thought about it, she hoped she had all her weapons stowaed away. She'd been cleaning them last night... Damnit. Great way to start saving a life. Let me just move the shotguns off the bed. OH! Careful! THose stakes are sharp! Yeah, the room better be clean.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Apr 22, 2007 12:23:55 GMT -1
Reece blinked with wonder once he saw the girl go over to the Jeep. So it WAS her car. A little on the big side. Keeping quiet for the time being, he knew the area wasn't safe, and not just from whatever was stalking them, but this part of town was notable for random crimes. He was amazed the Jeep remained where it was this whole time. He struggled with his brother, before listening to Riley. Slightly hesitant, he pushed Duncan's weight carefully onto her as he gripped the sides of the door and hoisted himself up, completely oblivious to how much he was putting on show. Landing hard on the other side of the back seat, he looked over to the darling couple and helped pull Duncan in, who fell into place in the back seat, closer to Reece than expected; practically on his lap. Due to the momentum, his drooping head landed on his brother's shoulder, causing him to mumble deleriously. Reece looked down distastefully and shoved his head off him, before realising the bloodstain now on his favourite jacket. Looking himself one over; he realised his favourite jacket was almost soaked in red. He muttered to himself as Riley slammed her own driver side door and intertwined his and his sibling's arms to keep him from bouncing about the place on the road. God knows what stains he'd leave in this girl's car. "So you going to tell me what happened or am I going to be a target for some unruly ganster or mafia drug lord?"Reece's eyes hounded on hers in the mirror. Two disembodied eyes staring him down; friendly, but still reading him. So what story would it be this time? "We got mugged." he stated simply, trying to say as little as possible so that he didn't slip up, although that was already a foregone conclusion. Great thinking, genius, if you were mugged, why do you still have your wallet? His eyes closed and his jaw clenched in silent frustration at himself, but praying Riley didn't notice.
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Post by Riley Weathers on Apr 22, 2007 22:29:02 GMT -1
They got mugged. Why did that story not sit well with her? Riley didn't say much back though, at least not about the mugging. It could have been true but she got the vibe that she shouldn't go prying. "So your brother is the one all beat up...was he trying to protect you or do just fight better?" She asked, glancing from the road to him ever so often. Though, she got the impression that he'd either keep quiet or lie to her. So if he didn't answer her question, she wouldn't be surprised. The drive wasn't going to be very long anyways. Once they pulled into the hotel parking lot and parked in front of her room, she climbed out of the jeep quickly. First she wanted to get her door open, so that they could just usher him right in. With her door swinging open, she let out a sigh of relief when everything was somewhat neatly put away. No weapons, no supernatural paraphinila around. Nodding, she came back out and opened the passenger side door. It would take some careful manuvering, but they got the wounded man out. Draping his arm over her shoulder, she put her other around his waist. "What's he allergic to? Any kind of antibotics?" There were a few sedatives and antibotics left over from the last time she'd visited the manor. Everytime she went out on a hunt, she tended to load up on first aid equipment. You never know if your gonna be patching up yourself or an innocent bystander. Riley led them to the door and slipped in sideways. The bed was made and she got the brothers over there. "Careful. All this moving is probably tearing up his side even more." Leaving the younger man to tend to him, she walked over and knelt by her bag. "So...at this 'mugging' did they have knives? Brass knuckles? What exactly tore him up like this?"
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Apr 23, 2007 2:22:31 GMT -1
"So your brother is the one all beat up...was he trying to protect you or do just fight better?"Reece really didn't feel in the mood to answer any questions; especially when he was lying. He mumbled his apologies, "Yeah, can we just get to yours, please?" he muttered as his gaze shifted uncomfortably to the view outside of the slowly passing trees which he accounted for as consideration for an otherwise bumpy trip, which Duncan certainly wouldn't favour. Speaking of his brother, turning his attention to Duncan, it was clear he was out for the count, his eyes closed and eyes underneath skimming by frantically. It didn't take long for them to reach their desitination, which Reece was thankful for; hearing the groans of pitiful pain of his sibling sitting beside him would drive anyone mad. Assessing his surroundings, Reece came to the obvious conclusion that she, like them, was not from around these parts. It looks like they shared not just a passion for the same cars, but the same 'road trip' lifestyle. Puzzled at why exactly she had hurried off to check her room before helping him, Reece glanced at her figure by the door, just about noticing her shoulders slump with relief. Was she trying to hide something from them? [/i]Someone? God, did she have the janitor cuffed to the bed or something? OK, so maybe that wouldn't explain the relief...[/i] Finally, she was coming back. Opening the door, Reece wrapped his arm around his brother, who in turn started to stir. Pushing him along in the seat, Reece helped Riley get a grip on Duncan before pushing him out once Riley was prepared to take his weight. Hopping out the car, Reece quickly took Duncan's other arm and helped guide him towards the open door. Not long now until a sit down and a cuppa. "What's he allergic to? Any kind of antibotics?""Honey." Reece replied too quickly to the question, not even considering the question for a moment. After a pause of feeling like an idiot, he continued, "...no, not any antibiotics." Sidling in, the first thing he noticed about the room was the neatness. Although he never believed in that saying cleanliness is next to godliness...nothing came close to godliness and rightly so. Upon hearing Riley's advice, he slowed his pace, knowing Duncan was already bleeding badly and not wanting to cause any more stains. Laying him down carefully on the bed, he slumped down wearily on the nearby seat and looked his brother over, out of breath. He was in a bad shape and still looked like he needed attention. Sighing at his limited knowledge on wounds...he only knew that pressure stemmed bleeding, so without thinking about it long enough to convince him otherwise, he placed his hands on the wound and pushed, wishing he hadn't immediately as his hands moistened and turned red. However, Duncan didn't stir much as a result, merely turning his head to rest on the pillow in a deep sleep. "So...at this 'mugging' did they have knives? Brass knuckles? What exactly tore him up like this?"Reece looked over to her, panicking, his hands still trying to crush the wound. "Uh..." what could he say? She needed the truth to treat him, but if she knew the truth, she'd kick them out. "...I don't know. It was dark, I didn't see much. One minute he was standing, the next minute...he was on the ground." Reece replied, morosely looking back to his brother as a tear welled up in his eye. So it was a half truth.
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Post by Riley Weathers on Apr 23, 2007 15:42:25 GMT -1
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"Honey." The little embarrased pause was cute before he really answered her with what she needed to know. "...no, not any antibiotics."
Riley had to let a little smile show. Now she really believed they were brothers. They honey allergy wouldn't hinder her at all and the reassurance of him not being allergic to antibiotics let her breath a little easier. Setting some supples beside her, she called over her shoulder.
"Then I guess he can't have the honey flavored vitamins when this is all over." Looking over her shoulder now, she offered him a smile. Didn't want him to worry to much, that would just stress her out more. "Can you get him outof that shirt?" She asked. Turning back around, she pulled out some gauze for the bandages. She was still a little nervous about patching him up. They didn't even know what exactly had been used against him. Knives, some heavy rings, brass knuckles. Who knew what kind of infection or how deep the cut was... Hell she could go on and on about how bad of a position this was. But still, the one thing she worried about was the depth of the side wound. Until she really got a chance to look and prod, she wouldn't know if it was internally threatening or not. Even then, she wasn't a surgeon and still hated to bet his life on her opinion. Pushing herself off of her knees, she brouth the supplies over to the bed. Carefully she set them on the beside table. She stood there for a momnet, looking down at him. "I gotta grab a few towels." Backing up, she stepped past the brother.
On her way to the bathroom, she paused in the doorway. "I never did catch your names." Turning around, she put her hands on the door jam, leaning out. "I'm Riley." As she waited to catch their names, she reached out for some crisp, white towels. They were large enough to cover the length of his torso and thick enough to soak up the blood that would most likely be spilled. Long legs carried her back over to Duncan's side and she knelt beside Reece. The towels ended up tucked beneath his torso. It was the best surgical bedding she could provide.
"Ok, I need you to help soak up the blood, ok? I gotta see just how deep this is." She instructed as she talked to Reece, while looking in his eyes. Handing over some gauze, she asked slowly, "Can you do that?" Some people weren't comfortable with blood and when it was your own sibling bleeding, it tended to make things worse.
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Post by Brothers of Christ on Apr 24, 2007 1:06:26 GMT -1
"Then I guess he can't have the honey flavored vitamins when this is all over."Reece forece an awkward smirk in return; still feeling the idiot as eyes wandered from her. Still, her gorgeous smile was comforting as she showed her whites. "Can you get him outof that shirt?"Reece's gradually fading frown was replaced quickly with a grin and a chuckle as he leaned in closer to Duncan, "Ya hear that? Why do they always want YOUR shirt off?" However Duncan was still in no condition to reply, nevermind attempt to unbutton his own shirt, so Reece's hands moved up to his top button and undid it, moving down quickly to the next until a strip of tanned flesh showed between his clothing. Pulling his shirt open to reveal his chest, Reece carefully slipped the cloth down both arms; this was nothing he hadn't seen before. Yet winced as he peeled the sodden red stained cloth from his wound, blood already spilling onto the sheets. Shoving him onto his side with his free hand, Reece finally pulled his shirt off, carefully laying Duncan back down as he was, "This is bad..." he stated, shaking his head cynically as he looked to the pooling blood around Dunc's body. The next thing he knew, the girl was rushing off to the bathroom; he'd have thought she was going to go be sick if she hadn't mentioned something about towels. "I'm Riley."Reece's lips tilted upwards, finally knowing something about her. So NOW she wasn't a total stranger, "Reece." he replied simply, "And this is Duncan." he added, gesturing to his fallen sibling. Coming back, Reece watched her work. But frowning once he saw the towels she was using; he was skeptical towels would stem the blood pouring out of Dunc. "Ok, I need you to help soak up the blood, ok? I gotta see just how deep this is. Can you do that?"Reece took the gauze hesitantly, stil having his doubts. "Are you sure this will work?" he asked critically with a furrowed brow.
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