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Post by Mr Spock on Apr 29, 2013 15:02:12 GMT
Erica hurried to obey, leaving her shoes off, putting the gloves over her shaking hands that threatened to tear them before hurrying over to Konstantin, her hands still twitching as she stretched the gauze she'd been handed over his heavily bleeding gash, using both hands to keep it pressed to him and frowning, looking for a scanner but not finding one local to her or the Brigadier, and knowing she couldn't remove her hands anyway, she decided to wait.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
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Post by Playle on Apr 29, 2013 16:35:51 GMT
He felt something across his forehead, acorss the wound. A basic dressing, probably gauze. The gauze would help stem the bleeding at least, and lowered the likelihood of infection in theory. Whether those creatures were wretched enough to be riddled in disease which would last was unkown to Konstantin, he had not seen any of his comrades die a slow death from the beasts if he could recall correctly. It wasn't a cause for concern right now; the doc had done what was necessary.
His eyes had been closed, but he opened them to look at his carer. The girl, the young girl, the innocent damned to this hellhole - why oh why did they think taking a girl to be a good idea? He couldn't object, he didn't have the energy to object. He said nothing, closing his eyes again, trying to keep his breathing at a calmer rhythm rather than the staggered one.
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Post by Tonks on Apr 29, 2013 19:48:40 GMT
Sarah helped Ezekial carry the sergeant onto the shuttle and sat him down against the wall. "Ezekial, thank-you," she said with a huff, "I need you on watch outside the door, take your gun and build a fire too." She swept her fringe back over her ear; her hair bun had come loose; understandably. She added; "Oh and don't wander far, the first sign of anything and you click on your radio."
She turned now to face the direction of Sam; "Doc, if you're not too busy" she nodded in the direction of the sergeant.
Sarah was exhausted; she wasn't used to being in charge and didn't quite know what to make of it. She just hoped she was making the right decisions.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 29, 2013 22:25:07 GMT
Ezekial muttered underneath his breath. Damn bitch giving him instructions and orders. With a growl in his throat he stepped outside the shuttle and let the sinking sun settle in his gaze. With a large sigh he started on collecting firewood.
Eyes scoured the landscape and he set his eyes on a small clearing. From here he gathered small twigs to start the fire. Then larger sticks to make it bigger. He made a pile, close to the shuttle, of an assortment of wood, small and big, and eventually, made a small fire just a couple of feet away from the door of the shuttle. Happy with his work he settled on the door, one foot in the other out, keeping warmth radiated on both sides.
For a brief moment, he let his eyes wander around the interior of the shuttle. If they didn't get help soon they were all dead. And he didn't like the idea of being dead.
Turning back to face the growing darkness, Ezekial clutched his gun in both hands and prepared himself to fend off the area from anymore creatures.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 2, 2013 16:19:36 GMT
Whilst he was unconscious Rogers was not inactive. His mind was working. Busy. A conversation with Nathaniel was replaying itself, mere days before the original mission was due.
He'd had a rough training session with Nathaniel had left him with a limp and a painful knee. "You'd do anything to get out this won't you?"
Rogers laughed. "Oh come on, like I want to be limping around."
Nathaniel chuckled and patted the Sergeant on the shoulder, "You owe me."
"I do," he let his eyes linger down to his bad leg, but it was his other one that drew his attention. Blood seeped through the fabric with thick reams. Pain flared up his leg and sent his leg cramping in reaction. With a shaky hand he pulled up the pants leg and let eyes linger on long dragged out teeth marks. Sharp teeth. And the wounds had been dragged down his leg to leave several large gashes. How deep they went he didn't know.
But it sure as hell did hurt.
Letting himself fall back onto the bed, eyes glaring at the ceiling, he tried to form a sentence. "Doc... what- my leg- bad?"
Another shot of pain pulled his unconscious self into darkness.
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Post by Taya on May 6, 2013 11:40:02 GMT
"Cut open his pant leg." Sam said showing no fear, but the cool head of a medical professional. She couldn't allow herself to get emotional. He looked feverish just from where she was. There was a good chance infection had set in already. "Henley, get some pressure on those gashes. We need to stop the bleeding."
The shuttle, luckily had been outfitted with a cooler of blood packets, two for each crew member and extras of various types for the survivors. Sam grabbed a scanner and scanned the military tags of the man Erica was helping. It gave her a reading of all of his basic information, including his blood type.
Head wounds tended to bleed more than most, so it was hard to judge whether Konstantin was in more danger than Dylan. But Sam reasoned that the grenadier had been injured longer and would likely be worse off. She started by showing Erica how to clean and wash out his wound.
"Keep doing that." Sam instructed. "Once you're done, use some fresh gauze to keep pressure there until I can stitch it up."
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Post by Tonks on May 7, 2013 16:47:09 GMT
Sarah pressed firmly on the gashes; she had never been fazed by blood but she was now starting to worry that they wouldn't all make it through. She told herself she couldn't afford to think like that and snapped out of it, focussing on the job at hand. If they could get through for help, they would only have to worry about those beasts getting to them first.
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Post by Light on May 10, 2013 20:23:39 GMT
Nodding in acknowledgement of Rogers, Jared turned to the shuttle's comm unit and opened the link back up to the stations: "This is Sergeant Jared Eldon, 216th Brigands. Myself and another survivor, Grenadier Zhelezkin, have regrouped with Sergeant Roger's squad. We need urgent medical support at our position. Sending co-ordinates now..." he spoke into the comms, then following the request for medical assistance, he then added a brief report on the events leading to the rescue squad finding them.
With the signal sent, all they could do now was wait and hope it got through, and do whatever they could for the injured: "I sent the message; if our signal got through to you, this one should too.." he said, approaching Sarah and Sam: "How are we looking; anything I can do to help with the wounded?" he asked them.
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Post by Taya on Jul 7, 2013 19:38:47 GMT
Samantha looked from Jared to Erica and back again. She needed to get over to Dylan and despite Erica being a quick learner, she worried that the gruesome they were all facing would be too much for her.
"Help Erica, clean the grenadier's wound. Once it's clean, use this disinfecting agent." She handed Jared a bottle of yellow gel. "It will pull out any remaining bacteria. Let it seep for two minutes. Clean it off and if you feel comfortable enough use this paste and the skin sealer." Sam pointed to a handheld device that used a small laser to cauterize seal open wounds. It was so precis that after a week scars were a thing of past, unless you had someone unskilled, or didn't have access to the proper equipment. It was also only a recent development in the past five years. "Thank you."
Then she hurried over to Dylan Rogers and Sarah. With the rest of pant leg cut away Sam was able to see how deep the gashes were. They were long and deep enough that she could even see some bone. But Sam couldn't let that distract her as she set to work on cleaning one gash while she had Sarah keep pressure on the other wounds.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jul 13, 2013 19:34:15 GMT
Reality hit Rogers faintly, the lights of the shuttle smears across his blurred vision. Then somebody touched his leg and pain flared up. He groaned, pitifully, but he jerked, hands itching to hold the painful ligament. "Shiiiitt," he managed, his back arched in pain and his eyes rolling up into his head. 'God it hurts.'
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Ezekiel smiled at Rogers' discomfort. He could hear the man moan from where he stood at the door. And it made him smile in delight. 'Soon' he thought. There was an odd movement outside, just past the point where light touched darkness and he raised his gun, training the nuzzle of his rifle on the shadows. 'Show your ugly ass self' he thought to himself, eyes narrowed in concentration.
There was another movement which moved through the bushes and he listened as the rustling faded. He waited a few more seconds until nothing but Evans' and Henley's work could be heard on the moaning Sergeant.
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Post by Light on Jul 13, 2013 20:42:30 GMT
Jared nodded to Samantha: "Of course; I'll do whatever I can to help get us off this rock alive..." he took the items she handed him and proceeded over to the Grenadier and the girl working on him and assisted her in cleaning the wound: "Okay Zhelezkin, this is probably going to sting..." he said, applying the yellow gel the Doctor had provided him with to disinfect the wound. Then he moved back a little to allow the gel to sit as instructed: "This is going to be a big scar..." he commented, unaware of the precision of the laser sealing device he would be attempting to use once the gel had done its work: "You're going to have to tell me how you got out of that hellhole..." he continued to Konstantin: "Once we've finished patching you up..."
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Post by Tonks on Jul 27, 2013 19:38:33 GMT
Sarah could feel beads of sweat dripping down the back of her neck as a flicker of fringe dangled in front of her eyes. She made a feeble attempt to blow it off her face as she pressed down on Rogers' gruesome wounds. She watched the doctor in awe as she cleaned the wounds; how did she keep calm and think rationally in these kind of situations?
There is blood all over me and I'm fairly certain I'm touching bone. How is she still thinking straight? I don't even know what I'm thinking.
Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she started to feel nauseous. She cleared her head and tried to think about what she needed to do.
Ezekials's on watch, Miller's recovering, Jared's sent the signal, the doc has the two injured under control with the rest of us helping. Right. I just need to help the doc, wait for a reply and hope to God Ezekial doesn't find anything.
Sarah opened her eyes and zoned back into reality as her fringe flopped back over her face.
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