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]

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."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I'm sure." She tips her head toward Louisiana's hand. She doesn't need the nausea contributing to the already-awful emotions of the evening.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She bites back another harsh comment. No more fighting. Her frustration was ill placed and the stress wasn't helping. Louisiana rubs gently into her friend's shoulder.

"She gets nauseous and miserable on them. I wouldn't recommend it," she admits.

[baruthumos]

Omega nods, taping down the bandage. "I now pronounce you stable. Need us to bring you anything? Is there anything that does help with the pain?"

Hopefully she says the head of the man who did this to her.

He could give her the third degree about opiates vs. nsaids. But she doesn't need him to upset her more. Instead, he just starts packing up his kit.

[the_informant]

"Anything she needs brought, tell me," Florida directs as he gets his helmet on and checks the combat kit hidden throughout his clothes. "With the state we're all in, I'm the best suited to getting what we need without being noticed, and making it back without leading McStabbity."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

The juice sounds tempting, but not with her stomach already roiling. "No." She wants sleep and her friends and either one will arrive in its own time.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She's already done enough damage by talking. There was no way she was going to do some more back talk directed towards Florida. How Felix knew how to watch and observe if interested enough.

Instead Louisiana takes a seat beside the couch, resting her helmet against the cushions.

[baruthumos]

Omega sets the alarms on the vitals monitor and forwards it to his phone. Takes the torniquet off and lays it asude to be cleaned.

Now that the immediate crisis is over, Omega doesn't know what to do. "I'm going to ... wash my hands. Anyone want me to bring anything back?"

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Water? Please?"

Not juice. But she doesn't want to know how much blood she lost or risk dehydration.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana continues to keep to herself. She probably shouldn't be so curled up into herself. At least that's what her body was trying to tell her. However she merely read out the various bits of information streaming on her HUD and updates from Jersey.

[baruthumos]

Omega brings Oquirrh back water. "You really should drink juice, but whatever makes you happy. Hun? You okay?" he asks Louisiana.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Oh she's being talked to again. Louisiana shifts her head so she can glance up at him. "I'm about as fine as I can manage right now."