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Who: Aiden
Where: Dharma Medical Facility
When: Day 20 immediately after game event
Invited: Boone, Jon, Ripley, Rose, McKay, one of the doctors would be helpful too
Status: Closed

"I think most of the acid's washed off." AIden replied still sitting on the shower floor holding up Boone. In her mind she was wonder how the hell all this had happened. Why hadn't they cleared the building? And how did this guy get a gun, let alone a semi-automatic pistol. Heavy ammo, despite the fact that you could pick one up at your local Wal-Mart these days. And what now? Aiden didn't want to calculate the risk of infection for her small wound let alone Boone's. She really hoped the medical supplies were well stocked. And if they were stocked once they would need to be so again. Where were they getting supplies from? Perhaps there was hopes to get off this island yet.


"Somebody turn off the water please." she said quietly, lost in thought for a second. "And we're going to need clean scrubs, bandages, antibiotic ointment..." she noticed a little blood trickling down her own arm then looked to see if Boone was bleeding. "Get one of the doctors if the're free, if not I can triage him, but he'll still need to be looked at." She laid a hand on Boone's chest to feel his breathing, looked over his neck, checking to see if Ripley had done any significent damage.

(frozen) [Jon] House Keeping

Date: 2006-08-30 02:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sophiedb.livejournal.com
"Water? Sure." Jon turned the taps off and ducked away from the leftover drops, despite being soaked already. "Hey Doc! Get your ass over here!"

He shook his hair out a little and off and nodded towards the door. Having something to do was a nice distraction from his subconscious, which was still yammering on about that geriatric moment earlier on. Accidental spell or not, it hadn't left him feeling very comfortable at all. He'd much rather investigate how the fuck Boone had gotten hold of a weapon.

"One doc with kit coming up, and I'll get everyone some swanky new threads.. dry ones, anyhow."

OOC: character kind of exiting, but will be back in a flash :)

(frozen) [Methos] House Keeping

Date: 2006-08-30 03:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sophiedb.livejournal.com
He'd stood clear of Ripley while Scott worked his magic, but the lightshow was over now and there really wasn't anything more that he or anyone else could do other than let her heal. Her actions had saved lives, despite her occasional contempt for "normies," and it rankled that he couldn't even dress the hybrid's remaining wounds. At least she wasn't bleeding everywhere any more, though he really didn't want to guess what the pipes below looked like. Whoever managed the drainage aspects of this facility could get a nasty surprise, particularly if they used a greywater system. It could be quite amusing actually; they could call it Ripley's Revenge. Better than Delhi Belly in any case.

"Hey Doc! Get your ass over here!"

Methos turned at the sound of Jon's yell, noticed Boone still lying on the floor with Aiden and realised that she was looking slightly less worse for wear. Boone too, unsympathetic though he was to the boy's fate. Certainly the lad had been brainwashed in some way, but he'd also been fool enough to run away into the forest by himself several weeks ago. This was self-inflicted.

He picked up his kit and made his way to the other end of the showers. "How is he?"

"Breathing is shallow but stable, same goes for heart rate," Aiden began. "He's still bleeding though - do you have enough to deal with this?"

"Swabs, ointment, dressings, bandages, even a needle and thread. Would you mind turning him slightly?" Methos helped as best he could, locating a series of deep scratch marks across the boy's lower back. The sight made him remember similarly inflicted injuries not so long ago, but then those had been far more temporary and made under relatively pleasant circumstances - and this really wasn't the time for nostalgia. "Here we are. If we lie Boone on his other side, that should take the weight off you."

He worked quickly, subtly examining Aiden's wound as he did so. Not as life-threatening as Boone's overall state, but certainly something to check. As for the boy himself:

"He'll live, but whether he'll ever regain his faculties is another matter. We still have no idea what they did to him and, rather foolishly, thought that he was simply.. not all there." Methos didn't have to feign irritated embarrassment, though it wasn't as if psychiatry was his specialty. "I wonder if anyone has told Shannon that we found him yet, let alone this."

Jon re-entered the bathroom then, bearing towels, scrubs.. and a tarpaulin?

"It might make her look like a sack of potatoes, but I wasn't sure whether Ripley'd singe the usual into a bikini," the kid shrugged unrepentantly. "We've already got Faith doing the honors on that count."

OOC: Aiden would have heard about Boone's freak-out and relationship to Shannon by now, wouldn't she? If not, no matter :)

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