Log: When I Talk You Should Listen

[felix_mcscouty]

Who: Felix (Native), Oquirrh (Original)
What: You thought for a second that you could get away with this? Seriously?
Where: Oquirrh's safehouse but really it's Florida's
When: Friday Night 8/14
Warnings: Possible Violence, Definitely Cursing


She really thought that breaking away was going to have no consequences. Well he was going to prove her wrong. He had been watching her all of yesterday and had a clear cut idea of where the little bird was staying at. A little old safehouse towards the outer edges of this crappy city.

This was going to be fun. He can sync up later with the team and the other primes.

Breaking into the apartment was relatively easy. Just a nice slip of his knife and maybe a moment or two with a decoder and he was in. Felix surveyed the place with a slight disdain. God Oquirrh can be one boring individual. There were a couple of her stupid knitted stuff laying about. Kicking the needles and yarn off the couch, he stretches out along its length. At least it was comfy.

He crossed his legs lightly and spins his knife in his hands. Now all he had to do was wait.

Comments

[the_informant]

"Two pressing wounds. Moderately shallow cut on her arm. Sealed it with biofoam but didn't have time to fully clean it due to risk. Will need to clean the foam out, clean the wound, and reseal. Possibly stitches. The other is a stab to the shoulder. Didn't have time to evaluate depth. Attempted to get bleeding stopped, used foam to seal for transport. Clearing away bandaging now, but that's the serious one. Haven't administered painkillers yet, and the wounds were incurred at least twelve minutes ago."

Florida cuts off the bandages on the shoulder and slides aside. "I can serve as an extra set of hands or nurse as you need."

Lou isn't as important at the second. The first goal must be getting Oquirrh stabilized.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Oquirrh doesn't trust her voice, but she curls her hand around Louisiana's. L is here. She's going to be okay.

Until Florida mentions painkillers, one deadly word that stands out in the list he spews to the medic. Please, no. Her protest comes out as an inarticulate whimper. Not medication.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"...Je ne peux pas rester."

She doesn't want to be in the way of the other two. They were more important right now. They needed fix Oquirrh up and make her stop bleeding so much. So she sighs softly and slips her hand out of Oquirrh's. Louisiana wasn't going to leave but she was going to be out of the way.

Her helmet was going off with check-ins. Jersey having done the dirty work by picking up Felix from the apartment. Louisiana wants to tear off and smash this stupid thing. She understood why the prick attacked Oquirrh but why now?

She finds a suitable place by the door and leans up against the wall. Her hand pressed up along her side. The wound along her wrist burning out of disdain of having been forced into use. Biting back the pain, she stands guard. Her arms crossing over her chest.

[baruthumos]

Omega leaves his helmet on, takes a minute to stick a sensor patch on the elbow of Oquirrh's uninjured arm. There, now he can see at least some of her vitals.

"Right, this is simple. No painkillers as long as you hold still, okay? Dad, can you get started on cleaning out that one and I'll evaluate the shoulder, get the bleeding stopped. Uh, Lou, if the building is secure, can you grab her some juice or something?"

He pulls a syringe out of his med kit. "This isn't a painkiller, it's a local anesthetic, won't make you loopy, just numb. If you don't want it, grunt or something, all right?"

There, that should be everything. Her stats look okay, considering her injuries. Not bad enough he suspects a third, hidden one.

[the_informant]

"Got it," Florida says, not even noticing the name. He's just in obedience mode, something Carolina had taught him. Sometimes you relied on others. This was one of those times.

Quickly he produced a knife. The biofoam had more than enough time to set, and it's not like he doesn't know how to cut it out. Still, he's very tender as he rolls her sleeve up and takes a deep breath.

"Fuerte," he reminds Oquirrh before he starts carefully excising the foam from her arm.

"If we can mostly stop the bleeding in her arm I can do stitches," Florida informs Omega. "Plenty of experience."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Louisiana's gone. Whimpering, Oquirrh reaches for her hand but catches nothing.

No. Please, don't let her be alone.

She can't move, or the medic will drug her and he promised. She can't shake her head, or he'll think she doesn't want the anesthetic and the last thing she wants is more pain.

"L?" she calls softly and quietly bursts into tears.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Dad? Was--Did she really just hear that from Omega? Louisiana goes rigid and has to make an attempt forcing herself to relax. No she was not going to get agitated over this. But with what Felix has done, her muscles remained tensed up.

Heading to the kitchen, she rounds up a glass of juice and places it on the nearby table. "There." She doesn't look at any of them. Her eyes locked straight ahead.

Louisiana moves away until she can't see them before taking out her knife. She buries it as deep as she can into a door with a slam. It helps some. Her wrist pulses with pain but screw it right now.

[baruthumos]

Omega injects the anesthetic when Oquirrh doesn't make any sort of injection. There's still a lot of blood for fifteen minutes out, so he applies an inflatable tourniquet. Just long enough to get everything sealed, should be fine.

Then he starts picking out the debris from her shoulder, bits of her shirt and- "Did someone step on you or something?"

[the_informant]

Yep. Florida's going to flay the man. Regardless of what Lou says.

"She wants you," Florida tells his girl before returning his attention to the wound left to his careful hands.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Did he step on her? She's pretty sure that's what it was. She makes a little noise of affirmation and forces herself to nod. The pain has dulled, but she can still feel their hands inside her injuries. It's...daunting. She presses her eyes shut.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She is not going to be around them while they do more important work. Not while she's strung up like this. Louisiana pays no attention to Florida's words. At least not for now.

Her focus goes onto her security systems. Last thing she needed was someone dropping in unannounced.

[baruthumos]

"You're going to be fine," Omega promises, flushing the debris out of her shoulder. "How do you feel about hospitals?" He thinks she'll be okay without one -he has dissolving stitches and the knife was sharp, with the magnifier on his helmet he can see easily. But he's still in training and she should at least have the option.

"Lou, can you come over here? I need your help." What amounts to surgery on a couch after being (briefly) tortured? She needs someone holding her hand. "How's the slice coming along?"

After they're done, he'll check for deficits -she's in no shape now. And if Oquirrh's lost any range of motion, any motor control, he's insisting on that hospital.

[the_informant]

"Working stitches now," Florida informs Omega, setting his knife aside and fetching his own suture kit out. "How's the shoulder looking? I could get you more light if you need."

He has to hope that Omega's approach does better at getting Lou closer. Clearly Oquirrh needs it.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Oquirrh freezes. No. No hospitals. Not again. They won't know her history, her reactions, her scars--

"L?" she tries again louder. Please, L, come explain why she can't go. Not without L or Jersey or someone who knows and can speak to the titanium inserts already in her shoulder and the horror of having it possibly broken. Someone who can say exactly how sick she gets on painkillers. Who can--

She presses her eyes shut and her head harder against the armrest. "Please," she whispers.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana should go out and link up with her team. Tell them what to do and make certain that Felix has something constructive to do other than hunt people. Maybe make him train with Jersey. Just something!

However Oquirrh needs her. She lets out a harsh sigh before returning to the living room. A frown hidden by her visor. Hospital? Yea no. Not with these two.

"She's not going anywhere," Louisiana growls out. "Not with you two. Either here or I'm taking her. No ifs, ands, or buts."

[baruthumos]

Omega picks a large piece of debris out and stops. "I can't fix this," he snarls, looking up at Oquirrh. "Hospital is no longer optional. You have a torn Maxwell ligament, I don't have the supplies to fix it." New plan. There needs to be a new plan.

"We're going to get you stable. And then we're going to take you to an orthopedist so they can fix this titanium ligament of yours. That is, if you want to use your shoulder again." It's not going to get worse anytime soon. That's the nice thing about metal implants. They can sit broken for plenty of time.

He doesn't look up from his work, but he says to Louisiana, "When I asked what was going on, if there was anything I needed to know? The correct answer was some form of warning she has these."

[the_informant]

"Omega," Florida says, his voice angry and harsh. "Oquirrh, dear, we may need to take you to see a doctor. Lou, when she goes, Omega has to go with her. Having someone to report exactly what is happening and has happened will make it easier for her to be cared for. For the meantime we're going to focus on stabilizing her, and if something goes wrong, we'll get Grey here."

Because she is good at this.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She doesn't stop looking at Louisiana, but she does nod. She understands. Felix's taunts haunt her, about stealing her arm back. He can't. He won't.

But Louisiana will be with her, right?

"Not her fault," she tells Omega. "L, Jersey--" Her voice catches. "I want my team. Please."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I was little bit more concerned about the moron who did that to her if that wasn't important too," Louisiana snaps back. She was no longer holding back. "She'll be taken in the morning."

"However neither of you were there when this happened before. Her shoulder essentially shattered." She glares at Florida. "So no I know more than enough about what I'm dealing with. My team was the one who went through this with her last time."

She places a protective hand over Oquirrh's good shoulder. "Stabilize her and then I'm calling my team in."

[baruthumos]

"I'm coming with you tomorrow," Omega tells Oquirrh, unable to keep all the anger out of his voice. "We'll call Jersey and your whole team, invade the office. But," he looks up at Lou, giving her the lizard stare behind his helmet, "I'm not abandoning my patient."

He looks back down at her shoulder, loosens the tourniquet a bit. Enough so he can use his helmet to visualize where the most blood is, where to cauterize and suture first. "You tell me if the feeling starts to come back, princess. You're doing great." She's holding still, at least, which is the only thing she can control.

[the_informant]

Florida finishes up with his stitches and stands slowly. He moves to Lou and offers his hands. "Lou, you know what happened then, Omega knows what is going on now. They need his insight as much as they will need yours. He's very serious about his work, and it's his responsibility to report her status to her doctors. There's a chance he'll help take care of her after, and so he needs to know what they'd doing too."

Then he looks back at Omega. "And we might want to call Jersey now. If we can trust Felix not to attack anyone tonight, I want Jersey here sooner. Because my friend wants him. Needs her friends. So please..."

He looks back to Lou. "Can you two behave and do what Oquirrh needs you to do to best support her?"

His friend is hurting, can they put that first?

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

And Wash. She wants Wash but is too embarrassed to say it. Besides, with Jersey coming, she doesn't dare ask that of him.

Jersey will be here. She'll be okay. Somehow she manages to smile at Louisiana. Eyes closed, she nods to Omega and waits for the pain to creep back.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana taps the side of her helmet and sends an alert to her partner. Hopefully her team could preoccupy Felix in the meantime. She tightens her grip on Oquirrh's shirt when Florida nears.

"I've already calls him," she reports. "And I don't need your comfort right now. Just keep an eye on your son. I don't have any problem with him doing his job. Best medic I know but still a rookie."

She did not need to be angry with Omega. He was doing his job. Louisiana needed to take a dose of painkillers and check her wounds. However she wasn't budging for now.

She sends over a message to the medic. Désolé. Short and simple.

[baruthumos]

Omega is concentrating on his stitches and doesn't hear what Louisiana says, doesn't read her message. He'll open it later. "Almost done," he says. "And then we'll just cover them so they stay clean. Sure you don't want painkillers?"

He'll have to find her some sort of sling. And Jersey.

[the_informant]

And that is literally as much as Florida can take. He's stressed and concerned and worried and he hadn't been able to protect the girl. So he's done. He's not dealing with this drama.

Florida just cleans his hands and heads to the door. "Going to watch for Wash and Jersey."