OOM: Help

[latino_menace]

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.

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[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?"

[latino_menace]

'Where...the fuck...do you think...it hurts?' he says, through gritted teeth and he's keeping his eyes squeezed tight shut, just wanting this over.

[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.

[latino_menace]

Yeah, that's better. He relaxes on the guerney and turns his head towards her, looking at her through half-lidded eyes.

'Thanks.'

[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."

[latino_menace]

He nods, one corner of his mouth twitching up in a bleary smile that's supposed to be reassuring.

'Don' worry. Be alright.'

And then he lets the drugs do their work, fading him out to sleep and away from all this.