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Once inside the house, she understood now why there was such an uproar and why the woman had been shot. She had been stealing from the group, but how? Where was she stealing from and why didn't she just ask? She looked at Brian who was going to take control of the situation. She saw a pair of scissors laying next to the bed on top of a nightstand and she figured the first thing she should do is cut away the bloody jeans to expose the wound. That's what she saw done in some of those reality t.v. shows when it came to dealing with patients in the ER.
She started to gently cut away at the fabric, hoping not to aggravate the wound even further so Brian could look at the bullet wound.
With the help of India Brian moved himself into the house and to the med room. He saw Amber over the girl. "Get back Amber, I need to look at the leg." The female officer stepped back and gave him and India space.
As Brian set his crutches to the side balancing on one foot, India cut the jeans off on the shot leg. "Good work," he said stepping toward the young blonde girl.
"Right now you can just hand me the things I need. Disinfectant, bandages, scalpel, spreaders. I also need needle and thread," Brian said listing off items behind him on the makeshift shelving unit to grab.
"Amber can you wake Dean. Tell him we have a shot patient and need to operate." The military girl nodded and walked out. Moments later she returne with the other medic.
"Dean can you set up something to steralize the tools. Alchohol was on the front porch."
Dean nodded and left as Brian looked down at the wound. The bullet seemed to be still inside, but didn't hit bone or anything major.
"You got lucky," he said, "you should be able to walk again, and can keep your leg."
He grabbed the scalpel, "Dean can you get the clamps to hold the wound open once I cut through it."
He looked at the blonde. "This is going to hurt, a lot." Pouring a drink he put it to her lips. "Drink this." It was a big glass of bourbon, more than a person would sit and drink in a sitting.
"India there should be some pain meds. She will need those for after the procedure."
Post by Jay Richardson on Aug 19, 2015 14:13:14 GMT -5
Jay took a deep breath before looking up at Sarah. He was getting a little antsy with all that's going on tonight. Since the alarm went off, he was starting to wonder how the walkers hadn't come yet at all. It was slightly strange but he knew it was only a matter of time that they will come. On top of that, there was this...group that came into their home. He didn't trust them one bit due to past experiences, though none personal. He unconsciously took a step closer to Sarah, feeling like a little kid again, feeling uncomfortable by the presence of this group.
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2015 22:37:04 GMT -5 by Jay Richardson
The dirty blonde watched as yet another female started to approach with hands held up in view. When she asked if she wanted help, the injured blonde snorted and growled: “You’uns ‘elpd m’nuff.”
Nancy did not reply when she was cautioned about struggling- and to the credit of showing some intelligence, she did not throw any punches or try to kick the strangers who picked her up. For someone who had a bullet lodged in her thigh, she hardly grunted as she was moved, although one could barely call her calm about it all. That good eye, the colour of ice chips, glared holes through everyone she could make eye contact with.
Up the steps of the farmhouse and towards one of the bedrooms, she was deposited unceremoniously on the soft mattress, tensing as she waited for the pain, both hands clenching around her thigh. Her grip relaxed in the next few seconds however and she slid her hands away when she realized there still wasn’t any sensation. Had the flames eaten that deeply into her thigh? Or had the bullet hit a nerve? She scowled at the limb, wondering if she was going to end up walking with a limp from now on. That’d make her the perfect Quasimodo.
The guy who had helped drag her inside went out the way he came in, leaving her alone with the object of her earlier target practice. The auburn-haired woman looked livid for it all and that stink of authority she had caught earlier was riper than a garbage heap in the summer sun now. If she hadn’t lived with Pa and his temper most of her life she might have wilted in front of that stare, instead she craned her head back as the other woman loomed over her and wiped the blood from her lip with the back of a dirty hand. “Y’waitn’ fur me t’beg?” Nancy hissed back through clenched teeth. That voice of hers was awful to listen to, like gravel on a chalkboard. She turned her head and spat a bloody globule of saliva over the end of the bed onto the floor and wiped her mouth again with the torn cuff of her flannel shirt sleeve. “I’ve been through f**kin’ wurse. Y’wanna tuss m’out, go ‘head…”
Nancy called her bluff and she meant it. The girl had too much pride to just walk up and ask for the tire for her truck in the first place. The chances of her requesting medical treatment were even less than that. And she was stubborn enough to crawl all the way back to her truck if she had to. As far as she was concerned this was all that stupid coward’s fault in the first place- if he had of just done what he was told and go get the tire for her…
The overly helpful woman from out in the yard had found a pair of scissors and started cutting away at her jeans leg before Nancy could tell her to get lost. “Ey! They’r m’last pair!” the blonde snapped. She might’ve tried to shove the girl away, if that boss-b*tch wasn’t standing there looking like she wanted an excuse to put another bullet in her.
The room got crowded real fast in the next few minutes. The limping male from out in the yard entered the bedroom and it seemed he had the authority to call off the interrogation. The auburn haired woman now identified as ‘Amber’, headed outside as instructed and now the man helped himself to her injured leg.
As he set himself down in front of her, Nancy’s working eye flicked down to his missing leg before she went back to scowling at him in the face. She might have made a joke like ‘they shoot you too, huh?’ a year ago, but that sense of humor was tamped down deep now…
Instead she fisted the bed covers either side of her hips and turned her head to stare out the bedroom window as he inspected her blood-slicked leg. Not because she was squeamish, but because she did not want to see the look on his face as he poked and prodded at the limb covered in wrinkled, shriveled, tough leather hide. Nancy hated the sight of her legs. They were the worst affected by the flames and there was very little of her lower half that had escaped the heat. Where the bullet had buried itself there was a shallow furrow in the normal curve of her thigh, where some of the muscle had rotted off and left a small hole. She knew every pockmark and disgusting crease by now.
He told her she had gotten lucky. That she would keep the leg. Nancy just swallowed thickly in response, the scarred side of her throat jerking with the movement and clenched her teeth as she nodded. A small boon in her opinion, but then again, by the looks of him, it meant more to this guy than it did her…
Dean, whoever the hell he was, returned with the alcohol and after he had used it on the instruments, he held it to her lips. Nancy took a deep breath through her nose and started swallowing hard, gulping the burning liquid down as quickly as she could until both her eyes were watering. When he drew the empty glass away, she gasped sharply at the burn and wiped her running nose and eyes with her sleeve again. It left more dirt on her face.
“Save y’meds. Can’t feel’t. Muscl’s all burn’d up. Jus’ do what’y gonna…” Nancy finally cut in before ‘India’, who she could only assume was the helpful jeans-cutter, left the room on a useless errand.
Brian looked at her. She said she couldn't feel anything that her muscles were burnt. He could see that, but there still might be some that weren't dead and blackened. They would be cutting deep, and passed the exposed flesh. He saw where it had rotten away. Her legs almost looke like those of a walker, he nearly didn't know where to begin the incision.
"Dean I will need your assistance here. Get ready with the equipment," Brian said to the EMT. They would both opperate on the leg, get the bullet out an stitch it back up. They cut in, dug the bullet out. Brian disinfected it, and made sure they didn't knick a nerve or anything major. Dean stitched the wound up, and then wrapped it in a bandage.
When they were done Dean took the supplies and moved it to the side. Brian looked at the girl, "there all done," he said leaning back on his stool he sat on, "now you need to stay here. You aren't going anywhere right now. If you did it would tear the wound and you would bleed out. For now just rest. In the morning I will look it over again. This is for you benefit, not ours."
India felt her stomach turn a little bit as she saw the burned tissues that Brian was inspecting. She wasn't a med student, that's for sure. She was just here to help and when Brian told her about the pain killers, she grabbed a bottle that was sitting on a table with other prescriptions. She knew a few names and others were completely foreign to her. She did know oxycontin though. She had never taken any, but she knew what it could do.
"That looks pretty bad. You really should take a pill."
She spoke to the woman softly as she came around the other side of Brian. She opened the cap and held a pill out for her. She knew it was probably a bad idea to mix alcohol and a pain killer, but she had a feeling, right now, it was a perfectly legitimate idea.
"What's your name anyways? Where are you from?" She was trying to distract the woman from the pain that was about to come when Brian started his operation although she knew the pain would probably overcome her.
She would try to block the woman from seeing the operation that was being performed although she was not terribly sure how much of a blockade she was making.
Sarah felt Jay come up close to her. Amber went inside to help with the wounded girl. She still held her gun and was covering the man on the ground.
Amber was glad she wasn't Charles and Max, but Sarah knew there were times when their firm hands were needed. She slipped her arms around Jays shoulders and pulled him into her side. She took her eyes off the man and kissed Jays head," it's going to be alright." She squeezed him a bit and then looked at the man," you can get up, we need to talk and figure this out, ok." She stared hard at him and then glanced at Jay," how about you go up on the porch, wait for me?" She pushed his hair back from his face," I will be there in a few , okay?" She smiled at him and then looked at the black man," my name is Sarah, what's yours and hers? Can you tell me why you two snuck in here and decided to steal from us?"
Post by Jay Richardson on Aug 24, 2015 10:35:58 GMT -5
"Okay." He responded before heading for the porch. He walked up the steps before taking his sheath from his back and sat on the chair. He took his sword out and began to inspect it, trying to get is nerves back together. He hated feeling like this, it made him think back to the time where it was just him and...no, he couldn't think about the past, he needed to think about the present and future with this new family that he had found.
Paul had heard the shots and stayed perfectly still on the ground. He wasn't getting up, they had killed the girl and would kill him next, he knew it. As the comotion slowly settled he heard a voice telling him to get up. This was it, he's done for. They were going to kill him right here, he would never make it to Fort Bragg. All over a stupid tire.
He picked himself up slowly, dusting his legs and chest. He looked at the woman, swallowing a lump in his throat. She asked him questions, Paul was nervous, shaking. Slowly he spoke.
"My names Paul, I don't know hers," he said trying to be calm, "she needed the tire, and wanted to steal one. We met on the side of the road. She held me at gun point, wouldn't let me leave unless I got her a tire." Slowly he began to relax more as he spoke. "She said if I got her a tire she wouldn't shoot me, and would drive me to where I wanted to go. I debated just coming up here, knocking and asking for one, but I know how it would look. She decided she would just steal one, wouldn't listen when I said we should both just go ask, it would look better. She just thought you were one of the bad people. You know about the bad people in this world don't you, the ones that rape and kill people for fun, we didn't want to meet those people." He rubbed the back of his head, "so we decided to just take one, risk getting caught. Wasn't like I could say no, was going to get shot either way."
Sarah waited for Jay to go to the porch before she said anything else. She watched him take a seat on the porch and fiddle with his sword.
She listened to everything the man, Paul, had to say. She looked back and sighed," well, Paul, I really wished you had just come up and knocked, " she lowered her gun and stared at him," so she basically made you do what she wanted. She threatened you." Sarah used her hand to indicate the farm," we've met those sorta people, kinda why we are all here and banded together. We are trying to make a home here and survive." She pointed to Jay," I want to keep him safe and to give him some peace, show him God still exists." She looked back at Paul," you believe in God, Paul?"
"Yeah, I offered to just walk away she didn't want any of that. If I didn't get her a tire I would have been shot. Getting it gave me my life, and a ride to where I wanted to go, I weighed the options and chose life," Paul said looking at her, "that being said I may have convinced her to come with me, she wanted me to steal one alone. That wasn't going to happen."
He looked at the farm as she spoke about the raiders and bad people in the world. "That's what I'm looking for. The place I'm heading, it was a shelter for people to survive. An army base a day's drive from here. I heard the broadcasts early on, I just didn't go. Now Fort Bragg is my destination. I didn't mean to do you wrong, I wanted to just move on. You let me go, alive, you'll never see me again. I won't bother you, I can leave now. I'll find a place to set up camp and move on in the morning. I don't want trouble. Settle it with her."
She asked about God and Paul stared at her. "I did believe in him, I like to think I still do. Lately my hope has been fading, every day it gets less and less. I believe in a higher power, I just don't know why they would do this to us. I can see you still believe in God though."
Sarah listened to him, letting him finish before she spoke." In sorry to tell you, but Fort Brag is done for, the lady your friend threw the gun at, she's a soldier from there. They joined us a few weeks ago, the base is dead." She smiled at him," I do, and he hasn't abandoned us, not yet, just look, he brought you to the people you were looking for." Sarah glanced at the others," Amber and some of her soldiers came here and joined us along with people they had given refuge. These women we rescued from a group of people who were bad, evil and brought them here. We are trying to make a safe place here, a refuge and you could stay, if you want." She understood why he did what he did, and knew the others would to.
"Fort Bragg is gone, when did this happen," Paul asked, looking right at her, "I had picked up a prerecorded message, it's still playing, telling people to go there." He moved back, "I guess God had a plan for me. He wanted me to find those people, it was fate that I was here tonight. I was foolish to dpubt his ways. Thank you."
She went on to describe the people here. "You have all come together. How do you sustain? How are you supplying food and water for all these people. It's amazing. I was looking for a place like this, a safe place. I can help out as much as I can. I'm a teacher, but I can help in anyway you need it. Thank you for letting me stay. You don't know what this means to me. I had been alone for so long, it will be good to be with good people again."
He looked at the farm house. "Will the others let me stay? After what I did, I wronged your group, if I can't I understand."
Sarah glanced at the house, and then towards him," let's go see, I need to tell Amber what you've said about this woman." She turned and headed back towards the house, " come on, I'll introduce you to some of us and we can talk to Amber." Sarah led him to the porch where she introduced him to Jay . " Jay this is Paul, he is probably gonna be staying, and he was a teacher like me ." She grinned at Jay, then glanced at Paul before going up the steps and heading inside. As she went on she called for Amber," Amber, hey, can you come here for a minute."
Post by Jay Richardson on Aug 26, 2015 15:53:38 GMT -5
Jay stood and stuck out his hand. He might as well be polite to this guy sense he seemed nice enough. "Jay Richardson, It's nice to meet you sir." When he heard Sarah say that he was a teacher, he relaxed a little bit more. Teachers usually stay...as long as they don't favor someone so much that they don't get the students in trouble when they actually are.
"Thank you again. This means a lot to me, that you can be so forgiving, thought that trait was gone," Paul said following her up to the porch. As she introdued Jay he nodded and looked at them. The kid stuck out his hand and Paul gave it a shake. "An honour to meet you young man." Jay was about the age of the kids he taught. It was good, almost familiar.
He heard Sarah call a woman named Abby and Paul waited to hear from this woman. She must be one of the leaders, as they needed her permissions to let him stay. While they waited Paul decided to make small talk. "So what did you teach. Something tells me it was with younger kids, younger than Jay. I taught middle school myself, english and social."
Brian heard Sarah call and looke at the blonde girl. "Wait right here. Don't move," he said to her. "If you do I may not be able to help you. Hey some rest, there will be a warm meal in the morning, or a meal at least. You aren't going to be walking anytime soon, so don't try." He stepped back and grabbed his crutches.
He hobbled out to Sarah and looked at the man and Jay beside her. "Amber went to bed. She is getting up early tomorrow. She leaves with the convoy for the cathedral. From what I heard her tell Becky when they came in she would take her and Charles would stay. After what happened last night that may be best, we will need him."
He looked at the man beside Sarah. "And who is this," he asked in a friendly manner, "I'm Brian, a pleasure to meet you." He smield, "you all may want to think about going bed. I don't know when everyone will rise. It may be early. We have people on watch, so you don't need to tire yourselves out
Despite her protests, ‘Little Miss Helpful’, otherwise known as ‘That Girl Called India’, grabbed a bottle of pills and wormed her way in beside the doctor who was now beginning to cut into her thigh. At first the dirty blonde merely glared at her, the side of her lip that wasn’t stiff from burn scars curling up into something resembling a sneer. “Y’gettin’ a gud lookin’?” she hissed before the other woman held up the pills.
As she had suspected, there was surprisingly little feeling to the upper layers of her leg, even as she watched blood well up out of the scalpel cuts, quickly wiped away by the assistant with an ever-ready swab dipped in brown liquid. Nancy wanted to ask him why he was bothering, given she had already messed up the bedspread when she had sat down with red-soaked jeans…
Nancy didn’t feel the next layer of cuts until they were nearly an inch deep into her femoris muscle. At first it was merely a pressure, as if someone was pushing a thumbnail into her leg and then, all of a sudden, bright, sizzling pain shot right down her leg and made her give a sound like a strangled cat.
“SHYEEEAHOOO!” Nancy yelped, her voice going shrill and becoming breathy towards the end of her cry as her ruined voice gave out. She nearly kicked poor Dean who was next to the doctor and snapped in a running crackle of near-incomprehensible drawl: “F*ckingimmethpillsgimmethdaminhooch!”
Gritting her teeth, she snatched the pills ungently from India’s hand and threw them in her mouth, motioning violently with her other hand to the bottle on the nightstand and shouting at Dean until the poor guy got it for her. Once in her hand she proceeded to gulp down a few more shots worth until she was forced to come up for air and clenched her hands white knuckled around the neck of the bottle.
With the bottle wedged into her guts and hunched over, Nancy decided watching the whole thing was not so entertaining now and instead turned her head to stare over the end of the bed. A lightheadedness rushed up on her which blurred out the pain for a moment; it took her a few seconds to realise the doctor was digging in her flesh with a pair of forceps before she tensed back up again. India Goodey-Two-Shoes was talking to her, probably trying to distract her like some four year old with a prickle in their foot. Nancy wanted to tell her to p*ss off but the alcohol loosened her tongue. It didn’t help her accent much though.
“S’ Nancy.” she mumbled out in response to her name. “Nancy B’cket, Shstill Wat’r, Wes’ Virg’na. M’bruthr’s Bobby-Ray…” She frowned at the bottle in her lap as soon as she realised what she had just said. Why mention her older brother all of a sudden? He didn’t have a damn thing to do with this; and yet, at the same time, this was all his fault too.
“N’vrmind. Furgit ‘bout ‘im.” She growled, shaking her head to clear it a little and raking her fingernails through her dirt-encrusted hair. Sweat as running down her temples and making the patchy flesh on her scalp glisten.
It wasn’t the first time Nancy had been drunk, but it was the first time she had mixed narcotics with hooch and the time lapse was doing weird things to her brain. She zoned out for several minutes at a time, which was fortunate in a way as the bullet was dug out before she caught up with what was happening. Even as Dean was stitching and the bandages were being applied, she muttered to the one-legged doctor: “Didn’ ‘urt nun.”
He warned her to stay put, not to tear the stitches and Nancy nodded, waving a hand at him as he got up from the stool.
“S’okay. Ah’ll sleep’t off.” Nancy assured him, although whether she meant the drunken high or the surgery was anyone’s guess.
Someone called from outside and the doctor responded, getting a pair of crutches and moving for the door. He told her to rest again, throwing in the enticement of a hot meal come morning. Nancy didn’t want to admit it, but she was sick of canned peaches and the idea of bacon, eggs and hashes sounded like a pig-drunk fantasy.
“A’ight, a’ight, ah’m stayin…” she sighed, handing the bottle unceremoniously to India beside her before flopping her upper body back onto the mattress. “An’ tell th’ fool this’s all ‘is fault if’n ‘e’s still ‘live.”
Arms tossed up over her head and torn flannel fanned open around her like a grimy pair of butterfly wings, she took a long deep breath and seemed to relax as her blue eye closed. Apparently she intended to sleep like that, with her legs half hanging off the bed, boots on and all. She didn’t even seem to care that her jeans leg was still cut open to the waist band and her ugly leg was lolling there for the world to see.
----------- OOC: Please forgive the long pause between posts. Have been rather ill lately to the point of being unable to even get out of bed to post an absence notice. Art imitates life, huh? lol
Sarah glanced at Paul as she waited for Amber," well, I taught at a Christian academy in DC, so I mostly taught high school classes but I was around all different ages. " she smiled at him and saw Brian. He explained about Amber,"oh, well, this is Paul, and he and I talked and I invited him to stay." She wasn't sure if Charles staying was good or bad , but felt relieved anyway.
Sarah moved closer to Brian and spoke softly," the female, she had him at gun point, threatened him if he didn't help her get a tire, and stealing it was her idea, that make sense to you, since you've spent time with her?" She stared at Brian, wanting to know if he thought that sounded like truth to him," how is she?, figure that wound might mean she isn't going anywhere just yet." She glanced at Paul and then back to Brian," I will tell Max and Abby what's happened and what the outcome is, Jay, show Paul the barn and try to get some rest." She smiled at Jay," try to make sure the girls in there are calmed down, please?" She would check this woman out for herself, in a little while.
Post by Jay Richardson on Aug 28, 2015 12:40:51 GMT -5
"Okay." Jay looked over at Paul and motions him to follow. "This way." He walks off of the porch before starting towards the barn. He thought for a moment about calming the girls down that was already in the barn and one question popped into his head as he walked. How the hell was he going to do that? Calming girls down was not his specialty.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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