"Are we done yet?" Jon called out, plugging one ear against the shrill screaming.
Armed crazies were all they needed, especially when the guy's sister was still sunbathing on the beach - if they'd done whatever the fuck it was they'd done to Boone to any of the girls too. (and Rodney's out there..) The fact that Ripley - quick to stop Boone as she was - was both unconscious and bleeding some kind of acid all over the room didn't help either.
Movement by the door made Jon re-aim his weapon, then click the safety off. "Doc!"
Pierson barely acknowledged him, eyes flicking over casualties as he deposited three bags on a table. "Who knows first aid and isn't too badly hurt? I've only got two hands and House is out like a light in Boone's room."
Yeah, and Boone's going to be out like a fucking light too, if I have anything to do with it, Jon thought, jogging out from behind the counter to unzip one of the free kits. Hazmat gloves?
"Uh, are these going to be good enough to pull Ripley off him without getting sizzled like the Joker?" he asked, throwing dressings, saline, cream, bandages to whoever was yelling for them.
"Excuse me?" Pierson frowned.
Jon pointed. "Nice lady with chemical blood burning through flesh, bone, the floor? He's not screaming for the hell of it you know."
The doctor paled a little, then grabbed the gauntlets and pulled them on. "Get anyone with burns out of any affected clothing and into the showers."
"And you're going to..?" Jon asked, squirting a tube of saline over Aiden's burns, wincing when she did. "Sorry."
"Get her off him and, uh," Pierson looked towards the edge of the room. "Use an upturned table to stretcher Ripley elsewhere before she burns a hole in it. You can get laughing boy to the showers, providing of course that anyone ever wants to speak to him again."
"Right, and those gloves are going to last longer than the concrete? I don't think so, and you're going to be useless to us if you can't use your hands. People have bullet wounds - let someone else do it."
"All right, all right," the doctor hissed, beckoning for two assistants. He carried on with the first part of his plan though, turning a table upside down and rolling the unconscious hybrid onto it as soon as volunteers presented themselves. The gloves both puckered and smoked where Ripley's blood touched them, causing Pierson to wince but not cry out as small holes appeared, and soon she was on the makeshift table. "Just get her clear, and don't touch." To Jon: "Are you still here? Get Boone to the showers!"
"Keep your head on," the teenager muttered, wondering why Pierson's expression flickered to dangerous and back again in a flash.. and why the gloves were still on. No matter, he decided, tying Boone's wrists with as much bandage as he dared - got to leave some for the others.
He shook Aiden's shoulder on the way to grabbing Boone's ankles - the guy might have passed out, but he was still dangerous. "C'mon, let's get that washed off. You can even help me strip the psycho."
OOC: Presumably Ripley will heal ok by herself purplerhino? No one else should have to touch her, if so. Methos won't take the gloves off until he's sure that his hands have healed, but a couple of people might notice the odd blue flash. If anyone wanted to grab Boone's upper body or tag along for security purposes, group showering etc that's fine *cackle*
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[Jon] Medical response (tag first aiders, Aiden, open)
Date: 2006-08-28 10:03 am (UTC)Armed crazies were all they needed, especially when the guy's sister was still sunbathing on the beach - if they'd done whatever the fuck it was they'd done to Boone to any of the girls too. (and Rodney's out there..) The fact that Ripley - quick to stop Boone as she was - was both unconscious and bleeding some kind of acid all over the room didn't help either.
Movement by the door made Jon re-aim his weapon, then click the safety off. "Doc!"
Pierson barely acknowledged him, eyes flicking over casualties as he deposited three bags on a table. "Who knows first aid and isn't too badly hurt? I've only got two hands and House is out like a light in Boone's room."
Yeah, and Boone's going to be out like a fucking light too, if I have anything to do with it, Jon thought, jogging out from behind the counter to unzip one of the free kits. Hazmat gloves?
"Uh, are these going to be good enough to pull Ripley off him without getting sizzled like the Joker?" he asked, throwing dressings, saline, cream, bandages to whoever was yelling for them.
"Excuse me?" Pierson frowned.
Jon pointed. "Nice lady with chemical blood burning through flesh, bone, the floor? He's not screaming for the hell of it you know."
The doctor paled a little, then grabbed the gauntlets and pulled them on. "Get anyone with burns out of any affected clothing and into the showers."
"And you're going to..?" Jon asked, squirting a tube of saline over Aiden's burns, wincing when she did. "Sorry."
"Get her off him and, uh," Pierson looked towards the edge of the room. "Use an upturned table to stretcher Ripley elsewhere before she burns a hole in it. You can get laughing boy to the showers, providing of course that anyone ever wants to speak to him again."
"Right, and those gloves are going to last longer than the concrete? I don't think so, and you're going to be useless to us if you can't use your hands. People have bullet wounds - let someone else do it."
"All right, all right," the doctor hissed, beckoning for two assistants. He carried on with the first part of his plan though, turning a table upside down and rolling the unconscious hybrid onto it as soon as volunteers presented themselves. The gloves both puckered and smoked where Ripley's blood touched them, causing Pierson to wince but not cry out as small holes appeared, and soon she was on the makeshift table. "Just get her clear, and don't touch." To Jon: "Are you still here? Get Boone to the showers!"
"Keep your head on," the teenager muttered, wondering why Pierson's expression flickered to dangerous and back again in a flash.. and why the gloves were still on. No matter, he decided, tying Boone's wrists with as much bandage as he dared - got to leave some for the others.
He shook Aiden's shoulder on the way to grabbing Boone's ankles - the guy might have passed out, but he was still dangerous. "C'mon, let's get that washed off. You can even help me strip the psycho."
OOC: Presumably Ripley will heal ok by herself