one after another

[longaevus]

Who: Helen Magnus & Leonard McCoy
When: March 24, just after 1am
Where: Skye Hospital
Summary: Apparently you can't do everything
Warnings: Blood, medical things and maybe even cursing

Helen had gone out that night. It was nothing new, nothing that she didn't do on a weekly basis - to study the Darkness, the monsters that were there she had to hunt them first, and she always did it alone. What was different was her mood - the lack of clarity in her mind. She never went out feeling like this but that night she'd gone out to try and clear her mind, to not think of Francis, of Claire.

And it had failed. She'd been distracted, too distracted to notice the monster behind her until the searing, burning pain hit her shoulder from behind. She'd been quicker to react after that, shooting until she was certain that it was dead, moving away from the vicinity before more could arrive, attracted by the death of one of their own and the sounds of gunshots.

Turning another corner Helen stopped, turning her head to look at the wound but unable to get too much of a good look at it. She'd known what the monster was, after having seen enough of its injuries on others before but also having studied it before; a Mutation, acid spitting. And that was something that she could ignore. Helen moved again, hoping this time that the shock had caught her enough to pull her focus. Skye Hospital was closer, especially with the Newcomer Clinic being shut. Heading in its direction Helen hoped to get in, sorted and out without notice - or at least fuss. Cleaning and bandaging was basic, something that she'd done enough of for herself in the past.

She slipped her gun away on arrival, making her way to and through the clinic. Finding an empty room Helen pulled her jacket (what was left of it) off, working through the drawers and cupboards to find what was needed. The quicker she got it done the better it would end up being.

Comments

[doctor_mccoy]

By chance it was the closest room to raid for extra gauze, and while the ICU was usually full at this hour, the exam room were quiet enough. McCoy had only noticed her after he'd been in the room long enough to take his nose out of the file he'd been flipping through.

He wasn't startled when he looked up, but a brow rose as he reached up to pluck the pen he'd had clenched between his teeth, using it to gesture. "You plan on reaching that yourself?" He didn't recognized her at first, not when the ruined fabric and raw wound bared by it's removal was at the forefront of his attention. He'd chastise the woman for not simply checking in at the nurses station for help later.

Instead he just set the file down, moving to reach past her to pull a pair of gloves from a box.