OOM: Help

May. 7th, 2010 02:52 am
latino_menace: (Jaguar)
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After this, Ramon is not thinking straight. To put it mildly. It's not like he can.

But he knows three things; he has to get away from the outside and then away from the bar before he changes and shows off the very obvious signs of a fight. And then...he's going to need some help.

It all means one thing - get upstairs, get to Fiona. He reaches the outer door and barrels into it, forcing it open. The second one isn't as co-operative though and he can't manage it. So he starts scratching at it, yelling as loud as he can (pretty damn loud, as it happens) and to hell with subtlety.

Date: 2010-05-07 02:03 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (bzuh)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
The sound of an angry panther is somewhere between a banshee and tearing metal. Huge claws gouge through the wood of her blue door like it's paper and she's in motion by the second horrendous caterwaul.

She knows this cat. She saw him once before, for less than a minute, but this is Ramon, transformed by rage.

She doesn't even think to arm herself.

"What? Oh god."

He's covered in blood, and she can't tell if it's his or someone else's.

Date: 2010-05-07 02:29 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (misunderstanding)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She drops to her knees, reaching for him, fingers slicking through his fur, coming up red. She catches him around the neck and pulls him to her, hands exploring.

"Slow down. Where are you hurt? What happened?"

Date: 2010-05-07 03:04 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (tough chick)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She holds him, hearing the low growl in the back of her throat, but not at all afraid of him. The lick gets a nervous laugh, and a quiet shush. Her fingers continue to explore, down his strong neck, over his shoulders, down his front paws. There's blood all over him.

"Whoever he is, he's dead, isn't he?"

She hopes he deserved it.

Date: 2010-05-07 03:51 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (working)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She follows, her hands on him the whole way, even through the transformation.

"Oh god. Oh god. Okay."

First things first. The heroin kit is in the bedside table. She gets it out, and eases his arm out of the curl of agony.

"Hold on. Just hold on."

Her hands go through the motions like she's done this before, not just watched it. She wonders if he'll even notice. Just a half a gram, enough to kill the pain until she gets him to the ER.

Date: 2010-05-07 04:30 am (UTC)
justcallmefee: (adamant)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
While the drug takes effect, she's grabbing her keys and her mobile. She returns to his side, easing him up, her eyes scanning to see if he's got any external bleeding. No it's all internal. Fuck.

"I know. Come on. Hold on to me."

She eases him up and loops his arm around her shoulders. She's stronger than she looks, even without the adrenaline flowing in her bloodstream now. But her touch is steady and sure. She's done this once or twice.

"We'll go back to Miami, I'll call an ambulance."

She's just got him to a sitting up position when she notices his trousers have been cut. Her eyes go wide, but something tells her, that would be what triggered the change.

"Fucking hell, if you didn't kill him, I will."

She dashes to his side of the wardrobe, rummaging through his clothes for a pair of sweats. There. In the dirty clothes, of course. It takes her a few moments, but she eases him out of his ruined trousers and into the sweats. She resolutely does not look at the ruined flesh between his legs again. Fucking bastard, whoever he is, she's going to kill him twice.
Edited Date: 2010-05-07 06:20 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-05-07 06:40 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (phone)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"Just breathe. Let me do the rest."

She shoulders his weight again, and starts the long walk down to the bar. The walk between the bottom of the stairs and her Door is the hardest, because she has to move quickly, but it's better than being waylaid by security or some 'concerned citizen.'

That accomplished, she deposits him on the couch in her condo and immediately dials 911, leaving his side to grab a clean kitchen towel, wetting it under the kitchen faucet, talking all the while.

"2259 Hyacinth Street, Number 2B, I need an ambulance... Patient is male, 53, and has been assaulted. No LOC, but he may have internal injuries... Okay, I'll leave the front door open. ETA? Okay."

She snaps the phone shut, and settles beside him, trying to wipe the blood from his face.

"Five minutes baby. Five minutes. Just breathe, okay?"

For half a moment, she hopes that Sam is actually listening to the police scanner today. No, because that would bring Michael too. Fuck.

Date: 2010-05-07 06:52 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (adamant)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
The cloth is turned inside out and used again, until it's soaked. Only then does she move away to rinse and wring it out, coming back to his side. She smooths his hair back from his brow, seeing that cold sweat and feeling her own resolve hardening.

"Who did this to you?"

Date: 2010-05-07 07:08 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (asking a question)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"Good."

She can hear the siren now, and moves away to open the door.

"I'm going to tell them you got jumped. It means the cops will come and try to question you. You don't remember anything, okay? And all I know is that you went for cigarettes and came home like this."

She tries to hold his hand as best she can.

Date: 2010-05-07 08:00 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (explaining)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"Shit, got it."

She secures the weapon along with hers, and checks his other pockets.

"Anything else?"

Date: 2010-05-07 09:38 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (explaining)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"Will do."

I'm not an idiot.

And then there's voices, a man and a woman, and Fiona talking to them. She pulls the lead aside and tells him the precise dosage of heroin she used.

"Sir? Sir can you hear me? My name's Tomas and I'm a paramedic. Can you tell me what's going?"

Fiona answers, "His name's Ramon Salazar. He's been beaten. Broken nose, facial contusions, and his gut and groin have taken a pounding." She's rummaging through a desk, retrieving his ID and a checkbook.

"Mr. Salazar, is that correct? Can you tell me where it hurts?"

Date: 2010-05-07 10:28 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (confused)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
"Okay, sir. Let's get you on the gurney and we'll take care of you."

"He's allergic to morphine. It makes him puke."

"That's okay, we have some better stuff."

Hands are moving him, and he hears the clatter of the gurney.

Fiona's voice asks, "Do you need me to take a separate vehicle or can I ride with you?"

"We've got room, I think you can ride with us."

She settles into the back of the ambulance with him, letting them do what they do. Somebody starts a line in his arm, and administers something that utterly wipes the heroin out for a few moments. As soon as they hear him groan, and Fiona asks what the fuck they're doing, they push something else and a warm glow takes him away from all the pain.

Date: 2010-05-07 11:09 pm (UTC)
justcallmefee: (looking down thinking)
From: [personal profile] justcallmefee
She reaches out and rests a hand on his shoulder. He can see the worry lining her face.

"It's okay, love. You're gonna be okay."

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