Post by Rave Shentavo on Jan 13, 2007 16:31:10 GMT -5
Sun got up out of the chair. “Something has already happened to me, Chris…” she said sternly, “for now, I’m fine.” even though she was not. She looked at Simon’s eyes closed. “Oh fuck…” she said. It was the first time she had ever sworn. She couldn’t fix him up, not in her condition, and yet she had to try. She silently wished she had Baralai’s necklace with her. She rubbed the tattoo on her wrist, as if it would do any good. She walked over to the counter and put on a pair of plastic gloves. Not that she was worried he would infect her, but she would infect him. “The bleeding must stop,” she said She set his nose as she had done with Chris’ and had given him similar bandaging. His jaw was another matter. She examined it carefully, and felt the bones. They were not supposed to be there. She moved them back in place and used tape and gauze to keep that area from moving as well as a metal splint from the first aid kit which had been brought. She felt another wave of dizziness wash over her, and felt like she was going to be sick.
“He needs more help than I do,” she whispered when a hand had reached to pull her away. She retained it and cleaned his wounds, bandaging them when she found them. She unzipped the top half of his suit, stopping at his belly button and gently sliding his already bandaged hands out of it with the help of a few others. She felt tears streak her face, but there were no sobs. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes were tearing. She seemed calm; complacent, and worked as she was trained, while it was really only first aid and some EMT, it was enough from that wellness course taken. She was perhaps more apt because she knew what the chemicals she was using did and how to use them on open cuts. She observered a large bruise on his abdomen, but after feeling that nothing was broken, and that the skin was bruised and it wasn’t internal bleeding, she let out a soft sigh of relief. That was something she couldn’t deal with.
“Keep feeding him the anesthetics…” she said softly, and looked at him as he was closing his eyes. Her tears fell down upon his chest silently. She looked at his eyes. “Just twenty more minutes awake, then you can sleep, until then, I need you to stay with me. All right?”
“He needs more help than I do,” she whispered when a hand had reached to pull her away. She retained it and cleaned his wounds, bandaging them when she found them. She unzipped the top half of his suit, stopping at his belly button and gently sliding his already bandaged hands out of it with the help of a few others. She felt tears streak her face, but there were no sobs. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes were tearing. She seemed calm; complacent, and worked as she was trained, while it was really only first aid and some EMT, it was enough from that wellness course taken. She was perhaps more apt because she knew what the chemicals she was using did and how to use them on open cuts. She observered a large bruise on his abdomen, but after feeling that nothing was broken, and that the skin was bruised and it wasn’t internal bleeding, she let out a soft sigh of relief. That was something she couldn’t deal with.
“Keep feeding him the anesthetics…” she said softly, and looked at him as he was closing his eyes. Her tears fell down upon his chest silently. She looked at his eyes. “Just twenty more minutes awake, then you can sleep, until then, I need you to stay with me. All right?”
