sirenspull_logs | I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for a fight

Who: Nill & Dave
When: Forward dated to the night of the 18th.
Where: Some street in the darkness.
Summary: Nill got her ass kicked, and Dave just so happens to be immune to her best defense.
Warnings: Blood and gory descriptions! Seriously, if that stuff bothers you, don't read this. Also Dave's mouth maybe.

[Nill isn't actually sure where she is. Though she tried to pay attention to the streets after she'd started to run, at some point her vision got to blurry to see them, and she'd kept moving. Even though time was stopped and the streets were virtually empty at night, Nill needed to keep moving, needed to get as far away from that monster as she possibly could. If she didn't, it was going to kill her, and she couldn't afford that.

Maybe if it was only after her, but she'd been able to take pictures after she stopped time. She needed to get them on the network, to warn people... She couldn't stop now just because it would be easier.

So Nill kept moving, breathing heavily, using the air circulation to create bursts of wind under her feet to help keep her going.

But even with that determination and effort, she can only go so far for so long. Around her reality flickers, everything moving for half a second before coming to a halt again. The added strain of keeping time stopped makes Nill stumble and trip, falling to her knees, blood splattering messily against the ground. She drops the gun in her hand and presses a hand to the gaping wounds against her side and part of her back, though it does nothing to stop the flow of blood.

This wasn't good... she was so cold.]

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[The nurse nods, quietly clicking her tongue and checking off a few boxes on her page.]

I assume you have no family here? Most Newcomer children don't. Have you been given a legal guardian?

[Apparently while the last nurse wanted to get things over with quickly, Sa'ida is slightly more old fashioned.]

You're a bit too young for this... The legal age is seventeen. You're younger than that, aren't you? Or do you have ID saying otherwise?

[He has to stop and think about that. He has two brothers here.] Nah, I've got family. But no, legal guardian.

Just. Ok. Look. [He pulls his shades off, exposing his red eyes to show how serious he's about to be. The stoic look drops away, leaving a tired but serious beyond his years boy in its place.]

She lost a lot of blood, to the point her lips were turning blue. Do we really have to roll through this run around when she needs what I can give right now? I assure you I don't smoke, I don't do drugs. Shit in my family you just kept on rocking through any pain.

We also don't have any history of heart defects, or weird diseases. Does that cover this?

[At least he's not alone around here, though the nurse seems a little surprised to hear it.

The nurse considers arguing the point further, but when she looks in Dave's eyes, she sees something that she's seen in the eyes of a lot of kids who come in and out of here. She saw it in Nill's eyes the last time she came here with the boy everyone thought had tried to kill himself, the boy she was with, almost everyone that was there over the summer... And the thing is, none of those kids tell anyone a thing when they come in here, and even if they did, no one is listening to them anyway.

Sa'ida lets out a sigh, and flips her chart closed. This was going to be hell if she got caught... She was too old for this stuff.]

You're her brother, right? I don't think we can say you can't help her when you're so close to seventeen.

[Without waiting for his response, she starts heading down the hall, with a gesture for him to follow.]

[It's a credit to who raised him that he just slips his shades back on and walks after her. He acts perfectly at ease, only nodding to show he heard her. Scrubs don't have pockets so he walks on with adding a slouch to his strides. He simply acts like he has every right to be doing what he's doing.

He learned that way early in life. If you walk like you know what you're doing most people ignore you. Score one for Dave Strider.]

[Thankfully, Sa'ida has been working here long enough that she's also certified to take blood and generally do blood work, which makes this a lot easier on both of them. They can just get it over and done with and let most people just see the paperwork.]

You can't actually leave the hospital until sunrise after this, but we have a few rooms set aside for people that get stuck here at night, if you want to lay down.

[She stops, back near the main ER, and pushes aside a curtain. The inside looks a bit like a typical doctor check up room, separated from the rest of the place by the curtain.]

Take a seat on the table there, dear. I'll be back in a moment.

[And just like that she's off again, marking off sections on her chart while she walks. Sa'ida's an expert at this stuff, even if she can't say she approves entirely. She's got this.]

Ok. Probably will lay down for a bit. [And not sleep. But who knows he just might. Normally he can keep on going pretty strong with his time powers but here, he's discovered he crashes pretty hard after extended usage. Dave follows the nurse inside and sits down.

He's already starting to feel it. But being Dave Strider, he endures. It's not a huge deal.]

[If Sa'ida had any idea that he was actually physically tired, she'd probably say no to this idea of his. But as it is, it's difficult to tell emotional and physical drain apart, so she has no clue. It takes her a few minutes longer than it should to get the supplies, but she returns after a moment with a wheeled tray full of the necessary pieces and bits.

This isn't quite standard, but it's a lot easier to do things here and not get caught than to actually go to the chairs where donors usually sit for donations, which are considerably fancier than this. She pulls out a packet with a swab inside that's soaked with iodine, and rips it open.]

Which arm do you want this done to?

[Dave produces his left arm. He doesn't feel a need for words anymore. Not because of the trickling feeling of tiredness starting to color his thoughts and mind. But because he can just act. And that's fine by him.

It helps he is what he is. That he's been so tired he could barely scratch the records. He knows how to operate and keep going longer after he should have stopped.]

[She gives the crook of his elbow a quick look over, pressing at it with her fingers, and decides his veins are visible enough that she doesn't really need to use the blood pressure cuff (which makes her job a little easier, because it's one less thing to get cleaned later). She scrubs the inside of his elbow with the iodine swab for roughly thirty seconds, and then tosses that in the garbage bin. She takes a moment to hand him a strange cylindrical thing, saying that he should squeeze it every so often during the donation, and then goes back to other things. There's a machine that she managed to sneak in too (somehow), and she gets that ready, before picking up the IV and taping it to his arm. A few more checks on the bag, and then if all is well and he doesn't stop her, the needle gets stuck in his arm.

Thankfully, Sa'ida is a very experienced nurse, so she doesn't miss the vein. Blood starts flowing through the tubes immediately, and she tapes the IV down near the entrance site as well, before covering that with a large square of gauze and taping that down.]

I'm afraid this isn't an immediate thing, dear. You'll have to wait for about fifteen minutes. Try not to move your arm too much.

I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for a fight

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hahaha that icon is beautiful

I will do it icly one day

as you should

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