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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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