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Meyer Lansky ([personal profile] recognize_an_opportunity) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs2013-06-10 01:21 pm

It scares the hell out of me...

Who: Meyer & Ned, possibly Bruce & Charlie later.
Where: Starting near the woods. A little too close to the woods.
When: Late evening, Day 81
What: Meyer got a little too close to an angry sabertooth tiger, and unfortunate mauling occurred. Ned is his rescuer.
Warnings: Tiger attacks, and all the blood and pain that they entail. Swearing. Angst.

Lying there, facedown in the dirt, unable or unwilling to move -- was he supposed to be playing dead? He couldn't remember. What had seemed very important at the time now seemed like nothing more than a hazy, half-formed thought. There was something you were supposed to do in a situation like this. There was a protocol, a way to survive being attacked by an animal, but Meyer didn't recall it.

He knew what to do when people attacked, knew that if you were outnumbered or overpowered to curl yourself into a tight ball and protect your head and neck, protect your vital organs. He'd managed to curl himself into a ball of sorts, protecting his face, but there was a screaming pain in his abdomen -- maybe his ribs, he didn't know -- that prevented him from curling himself up entirely.

Motionless, barely breathing -- was he not breathing on purpose, or was he losing the need to breathe? -- he wanted to reach for the gun that had been knocked out of his hand after firing one shot. The animal had been on him in seconds, knocking him to the ground, although from the noise it had made, the outraged and pained roar, he might have shot it. He hoped so.  

Maybe someone would hear the shot. Maybe someone would come. Maybe he'd die here. That thought enraged him; he'd fought tooth and nail to live his whole life, and now this. He moved his head slightly, trying to see if the tiger was still there; it was. It was watching him from a slight distance, and for a moment he thought about going for his gun, about finishing off the animal completely -- if he was going to die, he could take the damn thing with him -- but he couldn't seem to get up the strength to do. There was blood, he realized, blood all across his back where the tiger's claws had gouged him, blood trickling down his sides and onto the dirt, but that, he thought grimly, wasn't his problem. No, it was the problem of whoever showed up and discovered this scene, once the tiger gave up its waiting game and ate him like he knew it intended to.

He let his eyes slip closed. He let his breathing grow stiller. He hoped he looked dead. He wondered if he might be.  
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[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-06-11 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
When he hears Meyer speak, even if he can't understand the words, Ned lets out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. He laughs with relief but it's a breathless, shaky thing, and he's blinking back unshed tears at the same time. It's too early to celebrate, though, because Meyer is badly hurt. Ned can see it in the way he's curled up and barely moving, in the feebleness of his voice and the lack of focus in his eyes when he blinks them open.

"Oh thank God, okay, okay, good, you're gonna be okay. Just- hold on." Ned lays a hand on Meyer's shoulder gently, not sure if he's reassuring Meyer or reassuring himself. What should he do? He knows that you aren't supposed to move injured people until qualified medical help arrives, but aren't exactly EMTs in this place. Besides, who is to say that tiger won't be back, isn't going to get a few of its tiger friends to help finish the job? No, best to get Meyer out of here, to the clinic. Yes, that's it.

"Listen, we need to get you to the doctor, okay? Can, um- can you move?" He doesn't like the look of how pale Meyer is, or of the amount of blood on his shirt from those gashes.
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[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-06-11 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh god," Ned breathes out, one hand coming up to his mouth automatically at that wince. "Stop- stop moving," he says, quickly. There's no way he's asking Meyer to get to his feet and walk in this state - not with that amount of blood loss, and not if only moving a little is that painful to him. He's probably going to need stitches, maybe even a transfusion - did they know about blood types by his time? Does Bruce have any blood on hand? Does he even have the equipment that he'd need for that kind of thing?

Ned's mind is racing with these and a thousand other questions, but he lets them race in the background, focuses on what he can do right now.

"I'm gonna pick you up okay?" He's already moving as he says it, lifting Meyer into a sitting position by his shoulders, shifting his own stance so that he can get to his feet more easily. "You c-can yell at me for this later if you want but for right now I need you to put your arms around my neck and hold on, okay?" Ned works an arm under Meyer's knees and another around his shoulders, higher than the cuts. As gently as he can, Ned picks him up, gets to his feet. Meyer isn't exactly light, but Ned manages it with only a small wobble.
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[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-06-11 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Ned catches every wince and indrawn breath, though it's obvious to him that Meyer's doing everything he can to hide how much pain he's in. He can feel the blood soaking into his own shirt, but it only worries him in that it indicates how badly Meyer is bleeding and how quickly he needs to get him to the clinic. Ned is walking as fast as he can without risking tripping, arms already aching under the weight of Meyer - particularly the injured one. But he presses on because he has to, because it's important. Meyer is his friend and he's hurt terribly, and no amount of discomfort is going to stop Ned from helping in every way he can.

But still, it's a bit more than he can manage to casually chat at the same time, so he merely answers Meyer's question with a small shake of his head. He's thankful, perhaps for the first time, that this town is so small, that he can get from the edge of the woods to the clinic so quickly. He tries not to let the impact of his steps jostle Meyer too badly, but he knows he's causing him additional pain with every second he's carrying him. Time seems to distend around him, seconds stretching themselves to the breaking point.

The door to the clinic is closed, but Ned doesn't want to set Meyer down on the ground. So, he compromises, leans one shoulder on the doorjamb for support and kicks violently at the door - once, twice, three times. He accompanies this by yelling, "Bruce! Bruce, open the door!"
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[personal profile] greenisnteasy 2013-06-11 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Thankfully, the doctor is in. It isn't very often that he gets emergencies, at least ones that don't come with their own vaguely apocalyptic warnings. The days in between bizarrely topsy-turvy happenings are usually pretty quiet, with the exception of people thinking this time it'll be different and nearly getting themselves killed in the woods. He's no expert -- well, he sort of is -- but he doesn't exactly think that that's going to work anymore. They need to find other avenues of escape.

Or, you know, deal with people banging on his door and screaming. He's up and headed over, moving from a walk to a jog-shuffle-thing, until he gets to the door and yanks it open.

Right, okay. That's a lot of blood.

"Get him in on the table." Bruce moves in to help support him in any way he can, whatever way might be needed.
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[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-06-11 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
With Bruce's help, Ned is able to set Meyer down on the table very gingerly, on his side. He can see that even that hurts him, but it's the best he can do. Ned immediately takes a step away, giving Bruce space to do whatever it is he needs to do. He stays near though, because what if Bruce needs help with something, needs an extra pair of hands?

Not that his hands are going to be very useful, if they keep shaking so badly. The fatigue in his arms and the comedown from the adrenaline surge both hit him hard; he stands there trembling like a leaf, can't even process the meaning of Meyer's question for a few seconds.

"D-dropped it," he says, distractedly. Who cares about a silly gun, right now? Meyer must be delirious, might have hit his head, or maybe it's the blood loss or the pain or both.

Ned runs an unsteady hand across his mouth. He realizes a few seconds later that his hand was covered with Meyer's blood, that he's smeared that blood on his face. That detail somehow makes it all real, snaps him out of the half-dreaming haze and fully back into reality. He makes a tiny, panicked noise and wipes at his face frantically with his sleeve, looks down and sees how much blood has gotten onto his (unfortunately white) shirt. His arm hurts and he looks at it, is surprised to see the claw marks. He'd forgotten about them.

His head is spinning pretty badly. Actually, the whole room is spinning. Ned leans his shoulder against the wall, tries to focus on breathing deeply, holds onto self-control by fingernails. He can't let himself slip over that edge into complete panic.

"C-c-can I h-help?"
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[personal profile] greenisnteasy 2013-06-12 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Bruce needs to figure out how he can help first, and he scans the patient, taking in his injuries; his back seems the most severe from the outside, but who knows what's happening internally -- that's what he needs to find out now. He starts to form a mental list, and then he gives Ned a sharp look, designed to hopefully help him focus on the urgency of the situation, give him something to hold onto other than his fear.

"Tell me what happened." He turns that same look on Meyer too, giving a nod. "Tell me everything you can."

While they do that, he'll wash his hands and sterilize some scissors to cut Meyer's shirt off.
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[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-06-12 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ned is glad that Meyer manages such a complete answer to Bruce's question, since he wasn't there to witness the attack himself. When Meyer stops speaking he adds, "He was already on the ground when I showed up." In typical fashion Ned does not think about the help that he did provide - doesn't explain how he'd dived into danger and chased the tiger off - but lingers, with a nauseous feeling of guilt - on his own belatedness to the scene. He might not have been too late, but he had been late. And now here he is, standing there like a statue, useless, watching Bruce snipping away at Meyer's blood-soaked shirt.

That is just... an awful lot of blood. Ned has never been squeamish around gore, but it's different when it's someone he cares about, when that person is so obviously in a great deal of pain. That thought - that his panic springs from his concern for Meyer as a person - puts an idea into his head. If he can't be immediately useful to Bruce, maybe he can help in a different way.

That's what they do at hospitals, isn't it? Get a hold of the emergency contact. Ned lets out a steadying breath, turns his attention to his wrist communicator. He inputs the settings to contact Charlie privately, doesn't think twice about the wisdom of turning on the video settings. Ned doesn't worry about what a bloody mess he looks, or the fact that Meyer's occasional and muffled hisses of pain are audible in the background.

"Charlie," he says. The video feed is doubtless unsteady, no matter how still Ned tries to hold his wrist. "Listen, Meyer's hurt. Run in with a t-tiger. We're at the clinic. He's gonna be okay-" there's just a hint of uncertainty in his voice then, and he looks up at Bruce as he says it, expression twisted in pained uncertainty. Please, let it be true, he thinks. He looks back down at the video, says, "-look I better go the doc might need help."

With that he cuts the connection, only realizing a few seconds later that that might have been rude, that the whole message might have been ill-advised.
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[personal profile] greenisnteasy 2013-06-16 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, look, tigers are horrifically dangerous and can attack and hurt people. Go figure. His issues with his one-time pet tiger aside, he can focus on Meyer and getting him put back together again, so to speak. He carefully cuts away his shirt to get a better look at his wounds. Whatever Ned's doing over there doesn't really concern him.

"Okay, Ned? Get me some of the sterile saline from that cabinet over there and gauze, a lot of it. A lot of both."

Bruce is thinking he'll have to put in some stitches, but first he wants to clean the wounds out and make sure the bleeding's stopped, and he also wants to make sure Meyer isn't suffering internally.

"Meyer, I want you to tell me if you're feeling lightheaded or out of breath. If you've been vomiting or coughing up blood." He reaches around to his abdomen, palpating his stomach to see if it's rigid. "And if this hurts a lot."
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[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-06-16 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Ned goes to the cabinet in question, brings Bruce maybe a dozen boxes and packets of gauze, dumping them on a nearby counter where he can reach them. He sees the way Bruce is feeling for internal bleeding and hopes there isn't any, hopes that the visible damage is all there is. It's certainly enough. He catches another look at that cut across Meyer's collarbone, out of the corner of his eye, and feels a wave of nausea.

He goes for the saline next, getting an armful of the plastic bottles from the cabinet. Unfortunately, when his back was turned Bruce had moved and is closer than he'd expected. He turns and nearly collides with Bruce, reels out of the way at the last moment, dropping several of the bottles. He winces when they hit the floor, though they don't break. His heart is racing and there is a tight feeling in his chest as if it were being crushed between metal bands. Shaking badly, Ned bends and picks up the scattered saline bottles, deposits the lot next to the bandages.

"I'm-" he chokes out, glancing at Bruce, feeling wretched that he can't be more useful but knowing that he's going to cause more harm than good if he's in here when Bruce gets down to the delicate stuff. "I'll- I think I'm gonna-" he can't even get enough breath for a proper sentence, shakes his head and moves out of the immediate area, hovering near the door to the clinic but letting Bruce work in peace.
Edited 2013-06-16 20:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] greenisnteasy 2013-06-20 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Gonna... puke? Bruce is half listening for Ned being sick outside, but he thinks maybe Ned's in the clear now. He's glad he didn't have to say anything; Bruce can keep himself together well enough, but not if someone in the vicinity is about to anxiety hulk all over the place.

Anyway, back to the patient who thankfully probably isn't injured internally. If he was, Bruce probably would've had to call for Mina to help. Bruce can handle surgery on his own, but he's not a surgeon, and there's a difference.

"Okay then. Good news is that I think what you see here's what you got. I'm going to work on cleaning up these wounds, making sure the bleeding's stopped, and then start stitching. How're you on pain? You want something now or you want to hold out longer?"
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[personal profile] greenisnteasy 2013-06-20 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Bruce helps him figure out his pain management plan before he really gets to town cleaning the wounds out because that's not going to feel really good, not when he also needs to stop the bleeding before he can get to work on stitching him up. And it's not a pretty sight -- though not because Bruce is sloppy with the stitches, just to clarify. Meyer's back is a mess because of the tiger, and Bruce does his best to clean it up.

He covers up the stitches carefully when he's done, then loses the gloves and washes his hands, letting Meyer get his breath, before he comes back around. He pulls up a chair so he's closer to his eye level as he checks him over from the front again. His ribs are going to be really painful, but there's not much Bruce can do; they can try to manage some kind of brace, but with the injures to his back, that won't feel good either. For now, Meyer needs to lay here for a bit though.

"Okay, I'm done poking at you now. I think that's the most stitches I've done all at one time on one person, so that's something to take away from this." He has a glass of water with a straw, which he holds up. "You want some? How're you doing?"
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[personal profile] greenisnteasy 2013-06-20 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Bruce is ready to help position the straw in his mouth because that's just good bedside manners; don't worry about it.

"You should go for the pride angle. You saw the bad end of a tiger and came out with an impressive, but ultimately non-life-threatening batch of stitches. I could go into all the other outcomes we could've had here, if it'll make you feel better."

When he's done drinking, Bruce sets the glass aside and picks up his candy dish, shuffling the contents around. He has suckers, though they might be difficult to manage; maybe some good meltable chocolate?

"Avoid the major choking hazards, okay? And if you want to add a few more badass details to your story, I'll back you up."
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[personal profile] greenisnteasy 2013-06-21 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm still impressed you walked away without dying or suffering severe injuries, but maybe I'm biased." He takes a sucker for himself and sets the bowl aside, leaning back in his seat. He's sure Meyer is tired and needs rest, but this chat is also helping Bruce to make sure that he's okay.

The offer to pay surprises him, enough that he takes the sucker out of his mouth.

"You don't owe me anything, except taking good care of those stitches and yourself while you heal up."
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[personal profile] greenisnteasy 2013-06-24 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
True, true, Meyer isn't exactly skipping off to a picnic, but...

"I could list off everything bad you could've had. Severed spinal cord, which could lead to paralysis; internal bleeding. Things I couldn't easily treat." Though he could call in one of the angels, come to think of it. He'll file that away mentally, but not mention it now. Let people think they shouldn't go and severely injure themselves. Because obviously.

"Both of those are good. I recommend a lot of rest, definitely don't overtax yourself. Your stitches are sort of all over, and in twisty areas, so you shouldn't move around too much or you'll pop them. You should get someone to change your bandages, or I can come around and help you with it. I'll send some home with you, along with stuff for the pain. Do as best you can with that; it's not an unlimited supply. I'll check up on you to see how you're healing, and then when the time's right, I'll take your stitches out and we can talk care again."

That sounds like everything, but it's been a while since he gave this kind of talk.

"Do you have any questions for me?"
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[personal profile] greenisnteasy 2013-06-24 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I can give you codeine, which you can take in combination with ibuprofen, so like Advil, things like that, if you need the extra support."

That should be enough to ease the pain without being too much. Bruce was glad to get a supply of it in that pile o' stuff that fell a little while back. It still seems so odd to him to be doing, like, actual doctor work. It feels like an age since he tackled anything this serious. Ruby had some stitches on her finger, but nothing like this.
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[personal profile] greenisnteasy 2013-06-25 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"A near obscene amount of sutures and some drugs? You're welcome." He smiles and gets up to gather the things Meyer will need, putting them in a brown paper bag. He does get that, underneath there, there's some relief over the whole thing being relatively calm and easy, as easy as emergency care ever gets. He's just grateful he managed to ease whatever anxieties Meyer may or may not have about doctors; that's always a point of personal pride for Bruce.

"I'll pop back out and talk to Ned. You lay there and rest, okay? I don't want to move you yet."

He slips outside.