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Turn Wounds into Wisdom 13a/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-20 06:23 am (UTC)(link)-------------------------------------
Tara had insisted on coming with him, she had no intention to wait alone on the other side of the river until he came back, she had said. So now she was here with him, but she could do nothing else but put a hand on his shoulder as they both stared into the narrow hollow between a few rocks and the empty bag that was the only thing left of Vincent’s equipment.
“What now?”, Tara asked, her voice shaking.
Vincent sighed, curling his fists in fruitless anger. “Unless we shed these garments and walk naked through the Mojave, a prospect that is as little appealing to you as it is to me, I gather, we have to make our way up to the I 93, cross the Colorado north of Hoover Dam again and head for New Vegas from the north-west. That would be the safest route, I gather, as there is little there that would need the attention of patrols.”
Tara knew better than to suggest talking with a securitron in the hopes of Yes Man recognising her. These robots had infrared target detection systems and would, daytime or night, shoot anyone wearing Legion armour on sight, and that meant long before Tara could even make an attempt of even calling out her name.
Rounding Hoover Dam cost them another day, and by the time they had finally reached the plains from which they could see the city lights, west of Lake Las Vegas, they had long since run out of food and water both. Yet drinking stagnant, irradiated lake water was nothing even the most desperate traveller would willingly do.
The sun was rising, but by now everything that counted was reaching the city walls, somehow. The human guards at least could be reasoned with, and they could only hope avoiding the patrolling robots from now on. Only a few hours, and they would be safe.
Vincent had little trouble in keeping himself going, despite the burning thirst and the aching muscles. Yet Tara, weakened by what she already had been through prior to the ordeal of this journey, could hardly walk anymore. Vincent supported her arm, using her spear as a walking stick, as they made their way across the desolate plain under a merciless sun.
Vincent was just about to tell her that he could make out the fortification ring when he heard, behind them, a dreadful, threatening humming. He let go of Tara’s arm and, raising the spear, spun around just in time to block the cazadore’s abdomen lashing out at him. Tara fell with a scream, but Vincent had no time to spare for her as he hefted the spear again in his left hand and drew his ripper with the right.
And then he heard another humming, coming from the right.
“Run!”, he yelled at her as he attacked the cazadore with his ripper. “RUN!”
He couldn’t check if she was getting away, but to his horror the second cazadore just passed him by. It was after Tara, weakened, defenceless Tara, and Vincent threw himself at his own adversary with a scream of fury. Not now! Not now, so close to safety!
By sheer luck the cazadore’s stinger missed Vincent as he pressed his ripper against the chitinous carapace, putting every bit of force against it that he could summon. The howling of the ripper turned into a ghastly crackle as the weapon finally pierced the exoskeleton and splattered Vincent in liquefied innards.
He had spun around on his heels even before the dying cazadore had hit the ground, throwing the spear first to distract the cazadore from its fleeing prey only to discover to his horror that Tara was already toppling to the ground and bleeding from a circular wound on her left hip where the cazadore’s stinger had pierced a weaker point of the armour.
Turn Wounds into Wisdom 13b/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-20 06:24 am (UTC)(link)Breathing heavily and with his left leg already becoming numb, he dropped his weapon and, tearing off his helmet, sprinted to Tara’s side. She was moaning and trying to get onto her feet, but Vincent wasted no more time. He removed her helmet as well so she could breathe somewhat easier, and hoisted her up onto his arms.
Hobbling and stumbling he ran for the city walls as fast as he could, but just as he could see the gates he heard a gunshot crack through the air. The bullet whistled past him, but he couldn’t allow himself to stop. He kept running, even if his numb leg slowed him more and more down, and could finally make out two men crouching atop the walls. One of them aimed at them again and when the shot fell, Vincent couldn’t even make out a ricochet anymore.
With his legs slowly beginning to give up under him he stumbled forward a few steps more and then, with all the strength he had left, yelled at the top of his voice.
“Hold your fire! In the name of the Courier, cease fire! I am Vincent, I bring the Courier back!”
The rifleman aimed again, and at that moment Vincent’s legs gave out under him. He fell to his knees, painfully hitting the rough, gravelly sand, but no other shot fell. When he lifted his head, breathing heavily and already feeling faint due to the cazadore poison, he could see that both men were gone. Then the gate opened. He had no way of knowing that one of the riflemen had looked through his scope and recognised him, so he waited for the death blow and just hoped that they wouldn’t kill Tara at once, too, and that she would have a chance at survival.
“All gods and spirits!”, he heard one of the men yell. “That is the god-damned bodyguard of hers!”
“By all that is holy”, the other said as they had reached them. “What happened?”
“Cazadores”, was all that Vincent was able to say.
“Run, you idiot! Get the Followers!”, the first one, the older one, now snapped at his companion. “RUN!”
Then he took Tara out of Vincent’s unresisting arms and carried her towards the gate in a hurried stride.
Vincent heaved himself up onto his feet, feeling the numbness spread into his whole left side. He hobbled a few steps, stumbled again, but within a few laborious steps more he was finally through the gate and looking at the Fort. The gates stood open, he could see Arcade and some other doctors run towards them, and then his legs gave way again. His vision slowly swam out of focus, and a strange, heavy coldness began to spread in his body. The ground was almost warm against his cheek.
“Help!”
Dimly he could hear the female voice, it wasn’t Tara, but someone kneeled down beside him and slowly turned him onto his back. He felt his head being lifted, and when he opened his eyes again, trying to focus on the face above him, he realised he was lying with his head in her lap. For a moment he managed to focus on her face, and recognised her. Then his eyes fluttered shut again, he had no means to keep them open. And with a sudden clarity in his mind as the pains vanished into a blessed, soft numbness, he knew he was about to die.
Pictures flashed past before his inner eye, and she, the woman holding his head, was one of them.
“Dina”, he rasped tonelessly, and could hear her gasp. “Forgive me... if you can.”
He could hear her voice again like from a great distance before darkness claimed him.
“Help! HELP! He’s bleeding to death! HELP!!”
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Turn Wounds into Wisdom 13c/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-20 06:25 am (UTC)(link)“Help! HELP! He’s bleeding to death! HELP!!”
“I’ll see to her!”, Julie snapped and Arcade jumped onto his feet, gathering his bag up as he did so.
And when he heard someone scream: “So much blood!”, he broke into a run.
A farm woman was kneeling on the ground close to the gate, and Arcade’s heart sank when he saw the blood pooling under the body of the man whose head was resting in her lap.
The woman slowly let go of him and stood up as Arcade fell to the ground beside Vincent, but even without a glance at her blood-soaked skirt Arcade knew that there was little hope.
“CARDIAC ARREST!”, He screamed in the direction of the fort as he had checked Vincent’s pulse and found none. “FATAL BLOOD LOSS!”
Vincent was dead. Arcade felt his throat constrict as he set to work like a madman, he applied a pressure bandage on the bullet wound on Vincent’s left thigh and started cardiac massage.
“Come on you... Legion bastard”, he all but sobbed as he tried to get Vincent’s heart to beat again. “Tara will have my hide if you die under my hands!”
His alarm call had not gone unnoticed, however. Three nurses and Julie came now running, the former with blood bottles and the latter with a defibrillator.
“Responding?”, Julie gasped as she knelt beside Arcade.
“No”, Arcade rasped. “Nothing.” He kept pumping, though, as if he could force Vincent to live again by sheer force of will.
The senior nurse had by now deftly laid a venous access and attached the first bottle of blood.
The other two were starting ventilation.
Julie looked up and checked the process of the blood bottle. “Keep going, ventilation every ten.”
Arcade stopped his futile attempts and leaned back with a sob. “He can’t die, Julie. What are we going to tell Tara if he dies?”
“This fight isn’t lost yet!”, Julie snapped and positioned the defibrillator.
“Here”, Arcade said, after furiously shaking his head. “Let me, you shouldn’t be doing this.”
He and Julie switched places, and Arcade activated the defibrillator after a warning to the ones around him. Julie took over the cardiac massage, but there was still no heartbeat.
“Again!”, Julie gasped. She leaned back, and Arcade gave it another try.
Around them a crowd of people began to gather, worriedly staring down at the medics who were fighting for Vincent’s life, and in their midst, disregarded by everyone, stood a young woman in a blood-soaked skirt. She kept staring at Vincent with a white and expressionless face, kneading her hands and breathing hard.
“Responding!” Julie had her fingers pressed against Vincent’s jugular vein. “We’ve got him back!”
Arcade dropped the defibrillator with almost a sob. “Thank goodness”, he whispered.
“A stretcher”, Julie now yelled at the crowd. “NOW!”
After ferrying Vincent into one of the two newly built intensive care rooms Arcade and Julie kept on stabilising him, twice his heart stopped beating again but twice they managed to get him back. When he was finally stable and connected to the life support machine Julie and Arcade looked at each other, dishevelled and drenched in sweat, and fell into each other’s arms. Even if the battle was not over, they had at least won the first fight.
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Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 13c/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-20 07:23 am (UTC)(link)Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 13c/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-20 11:02 am (UTC)(link)*develops nail-biting habit*
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