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Oct 9, 2008 20:37:55 GMT -5
Post by redtopaz on Oct 9, 2008 20:37:55 GMT -5
Mercedes tromped down the street, walking down the side of the road as it was that or the waist high grass. Some parts of Chimera we’re still relatively unpopulated. She fumed as she went. To think she’d been kidnapped and had needed rescuing! Like some helpless pansy damsel! To top it off, the Chief had suggested she take a break. A break! It was only for the day, but, still, breaks were against her moral code.
She ground the heel of her boot into the pavement, practically stomping down the street. Even if she did find some snot-nosed criminal, she couldn’t bring them in. A break! The humiliation… She was so wrapped up in her own anger she didn’t even see the car… until it hit her.
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Oct 9, 2008 20:55:40 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Oct 9, 2008 20:55:40 GMT -5
The country was the best place to take the Lamborghini and let it loose. He didn't have to worry about traffic, staying on the actual road or pedestrians. Or so he'd though. Cal had the music blaring, windows open, and eyes not entirely focused on the road. The thunk had been somewhat sickening. A body rolled up onto his windshield and he was just glad he'd slowed down quite a bit to take the sharp corner he'd just come around.
He slammed his foot on the break and his neck snapped forward as he came to the sudden halt. The door swung upwards and he hurried out, running around to the front of the car and pulled the woman off the hood of his car.
Shit. This was not good. He laid her carefully on the ground and knelt down beside her. He was not a doctor, he was not good with things like this. He didn't know what to do.
"You alright?"
People survived this kind of thing, right?
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Oct 9, 2008 21:06:04 GMT -5
Post by redtopaz on Oct 9, 2008 21:06:04 GMT -5
It was excruciatingly painful. She bent her knees in an attempt to roll with it and might have saved her shins from being severed, but her shoulder took a pretty bad jarring as it connected with the hood of the car. Mercedes didn't have time to scream. All she did was grunt and then she was rolling over metal and trying to think around her knife-in-the-shoulder pain.
She was stunned and couldn't respond at first. Her eyes wouldn't focus either. Slowly, she training kicked in and she started to come round. Ordinarily, she was good at the whole 'calm in an emergency' thing, but with her recent bad mood and the added pain, she was feeling slightly bitchy.
"¡Qué demonios!" she snapped, gripping her shoulder. It was definitely dislocated, if not fractured or broken. "Are you blind! I should have you taken in for hitting a pedestrian!" No matter that she couldn't legally do so. It still felt like a good threat. Mercedes was probably going to regret being so volatile later, but at the moment she was in too much agony to care.
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Oct 9, 2008 21:54:19 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Oct 9, 2008 21:54:19 GMT -5
Cal grinned sheepishly, the threat of being taken in didn't really frighten him, but that was because he usually got people to do what he wanted. She was a little spit fire though. A nice break from weepy, woe be gone and clingy widows.
His eyes flicked to her shoulder and even though he wasn't a doctor or even trained in C.P.R he could tell there was something wrong with it. Great. "I'm sorry." He said sincerely, "I was a fool. Completely my fault. I feel awful. Do you need to go to the hospital? I can drive you....or carry you if you don't trust my driving skills."
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Jan 3, 2009 0:05:56 GMT -5
Post by redtopaz on Jan 3, 2009 0:05:56 GMT -5
She wasn't so sure she wanted to be in the car with a reckless driver, but this was really painful.
She cringed, clutching her shoulder as she deliberated. Pain won.
"Okay. Ergh! Know how to get to Good Hope?" she asked through gritted teeth. She stumbled toward the car, looking drunken and unbalanced as she swayed.
She stopped and pressed gingerly at her shoulder again.
"Can you... help me? I think it's dislocated. It'd be better to pop it back in joint," she said, only adjusting the truth marginally.
If it was fractured popping the joint back and putting stress on the bone was a decidedly bad idea, but it would ease her immediate pain, which was her main priority.
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Jan 3, 2009 0:12:01 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Jan 3, 2009 0:12:01 GMT -5
"Nononononono." Cal said hurriedly, shaking his hand and coming to her side. One arm he used to knock out the back of her knees, the other supporting her back as he carried her to his car, the door opening automatically. He set her down gingerly in the seat, "Try not to get blood on the leather."
He stalked over to the driver's side and slid in, revving the engine before shooting off at approximately the speed of light. "Just, wait till we get to the hospital and the doctor's will do all the popping that needs to be done."
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Jan 3, 2009 0:24:15 GMT -5
Post by redtopaz on Jan 3, 2009 0:24:15 GMT -5
When he fussed about the leather, she shot him a grimace.
"Oh, I'll try not to," she drawled sardonically.
She wondered if she should attempt to set her own bone, but the prospect sounded so repulsively painful that she quickly dismissed it.
"Don't think you're escaping a ticket just for helping me," she grumbled. The threat was lacking it's usual potency. She was too distracted to really think about issuing justice.
Mercedes felt something wet slip into her eye. She wiped at it with her fingers. With all the head damage she sustained on a regular basis it was a miracle she could still remember her name.
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Jan 3, 2009 1:05:58 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Jan 3, 2009 1:05:58 GMT -5
He just gave her a helpless grin in response to her grimace. He was driving her, wasn't that enough? He was allowed to worry about bodily fluids getting all over his beautiful car.
"Thanks, I'd appreciate it. Oh, wouldn't dream out it. I'll pay." Not like money was much of an issue anyways. "Hey uhh, keep talking okay?" He asked of her nervously. She was looking kind of banged up and if she had a concussion, it would be bad for her to slip unconscious.
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Jan 5, 2009 8:06:14 GMT -5
Post by redtopaz on Jan 5, 2009 8:06:14 GMT -5
Keep talking. About what? What else but the first subject that springs to mind? Mercedes disdain for the very place she was going. Hospitals.
"This is the third time this month I've been checked into Good Hope. Well, will be... Checked in. This is the first time it's been off the clock for me, though. Usually I try and clean up my own bangs and bruises, or I get someone at HQ to help me. It's such... trouble to go all the way to the hospital, be fussed over and... Ugh..." She leaned over, almost bent double over her knees.
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Jan 5, 2009 19:29:13 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Jan 5, 2009 19:29:13 GMT -5
He listened with half-a-ear as he drove them to the hospital. Why did it suddenly seem so, so far away? "So you're a copper, huh? How do you like it?" Although he could tell she loved it, she seemed very passionate about her job. Cal tried to keep the sneer from his tone at the word 'copper'.
Glancing over at her in concern, he touched his hand to her back, "What was that?" He'd thought only her shoulder was hurt...
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Jan 6, 2009 4:34:57 GMT -5
Post by redtopaz on Jan 6, 2009 4:34:57 GMT -5
Mercedes tried to focus, but it just wasn't happening for her.
"Dizzy," she muttered into her knees. She took a few long, steady breaths before she was able to focus again. She straightened up, trying not to look embarrassed by her display of weakness. She latched on to what he'd said to distract herself.
"So you're a law breaker?" she shot, or tried to shoot. She wasn't doing venomous very well at the moment.
"It's alright." It was her life. "Except when I get mowed over by moving metal objects." She actually wasn't trying to be vindictive with the last comment. In fact, it sounded suspiciously like a joke. Or at least a stab at self-deprecating irony.
She wheezed as another dizzy spell hit her. She tried to cover it up with a question.
"What do you do?" she asked, looking out at the scenery so he wouldn't see her eyes spinning in her head.
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Jan 7, 2009 21:05:30 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Jan 7, 2009 21:05:30 GMT -5
Finally, finally, they pulled into Dreamland, the hospital wasn't far now. Calcifer was not good at medical things. Blood didn't bother him, but he'd really rather if he didn't have to explain a dead cop in his front seat.
"Just, just hang in there." He went even faster, upsetting several pedestrians and carriages. He grinned, though, at her kind-of joke. "That seems like a bit of a con. Does it happen often?" The wheezing worried him, but they were almost there.
"I run a restuarant." Among other things.
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Jan 7, 2009 22:12:16 GMT -5
Post by redtopaz on Jan 7, 2009 22:12:16 GMT -5
"You're speeding," Mercedes censured. It came out a mumble. She tried to focus on what he'd said. It helped numb the pain and clear the dizziness. She'd probably just knocked her head again. That's all it was...
"A restaurant? In Chimera?" He didn't look like a Dream, which was fortunate for him. Mercedes would have made a point of giving him a ticket if he were. Prejudice was one of her strong points.
She shook her head slightly. She was feeling better. I could, however, be passing...
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Jan 7, 2009 22:21:04 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Jan 7, 2009 22:21:04 GMT -5
"Yes. Too much sun...here." And finally, the hospital looking like an oasis in a desert, appeared before them. Calcifer ignored her accusation of speeding, swung into the parking lot and parked right in front of the door.
"C'mon." He said, hopping out and then going around the car to ease her out of her seat back into his arms. He was not taking the risk of letting her walk.
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Jan 7, 2009 23:21:13 GMT -5
Post by redtopaz on Jan 7, 2009 23:21:13 GMT -5
Mercedes would normally protest to being carried, but her arm, to be crude, hurt like a bitch. She wasn't dizzy anymore, at least. It had probably just been blood loss. Her system would have adjusted itself by now.
She waited patiently as he carried her into the hospital waiting room. She recognized the girl at the desk. A Dream, but she'd always been the one to patch Mercedes up. Legally, Mercedes wasn't allowed to complain about being treated by a Dream.
"Thanks. Set me down," she ordered, eying one of the waiting chairs. "Sorry about the blood. It'll come out with some cold water and leather cleaner," she suggested, wiping her bloody fingers on her jeans.
"Some help here?" she called, trying to gain the attention on the slothful Dream.
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