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Post by Indra on Feb 27, 2006 18:49:33 GMT -5
Indra fell against a blank wall after making a quick glance around to check for any other har that could make this day even worse. Blood soaked his pant leg. If the leg hadn't collasped beneath him, he'd still be walking home. He rolled the pant leg up and wrapped a thin band of cloth around his leg. Probably another Rodrae that had done this, but who noticed and who looked? He held the backpack close to him, the small things he'd collected staying close.
He stood and started to limp away again, using the wall for support.
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Post by Doc Houseman on Feb 27, 2006 19:45:35 GMT -5
Doc sprinted across the interstate and down the embankment into the back garden of what had once been a detached house.
A month of this hell had tought him that no one walked along roads anymore..not if they wanted to live. Cover was your friend out here.
Fortunately this area seemed deserted. anything worth stealling or 'salvaging' had long since vanished and any survivors had headed toward safer zones depending on their current loyalty.
Checking in every direction he marked the point that the next sprint would take him to. A seargent..now dead... had taught him this. mark the point you are going to and stop for nothing until you get there.
He was just about to launch himself to the cover of the next house when something clattered loudly against what sounded like corrigated metal.
Doc crouched, his breath coming fast. A house on the opposite side of the road had been boarded up..the sound had almost certainly come from there.
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Post by Indra on Feb 28, 2006 8:10:04 GMT -5
He grimaced at the sound and pushed more of whatever he'd kicked out of the way. Getting caught already wounded. What a bright idea.
Perhaps, he thought to himself as he continued along, still not stopping, the one who'd shot him was a human who'd made it this long. Some suburbanite who'd been smart enough to gather guns and weapons to save themselves and their families. He'd have to remember that.
He listened to the small sounds of the bag that he had slung over his shoulder and smiled. Good, good.
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Post by Doc Houseman on Feb 28, 2006 13:57:04 GMT -5
Doc waited for a few moments, trying to sense what was out there. Co-Har Tura had boasted that his senses were vastly improved. If this were true and if the other person was a hara it would be difficult to avoid detection.
The other might even now be circling around ready to come at him from another direction.
gritting his teeth he raced to the next house, leeping its picket fence and racing to the next corner. Stopping for a quick check he lined up on the next house and sprinted to it.
A flicker of movement caught his eye. Someone running awkwardly. His medical skills kicking in, noting the way the other was limping as he ran...a wound to the upper thigh, probably to the Sartorius or Adductor Magnus muscle group.
"idiot" he wispered to himself, that wasn't a patient, it was a hunter shadowing him. probably herding him toward other hunters.
Having hunted wolf (with his long lens camera), Doc understood how a hunting pack worked.
The only way out was to do something unexpected. Instead of allowing himself to be driven into a trap, he sprinted at right angles to his previous course, aiming for the alleyway he'd seen the hunter in. It was the one place he was certain that his hunter wouldn't be...the limping hunter would have assumed that he'd continued east and would have moved in that direction to block him...in theory.
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Post by Indra on Feb 28, 2006 14:25:52 GMT -5
He spun around at the sounds. Okay, he was officially a moron. He was injured and still not paying any attention? Did he want a matching wound in his skull? The bag clattered against a wall as he stopped and checked his leg. More blood. He could smell it, acrid in his nose. Perfect. Just what he needed.
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Post by Doc Houseman on Feb 28, 2006 14:46:36 GMT -5
Doc skidded to a halt....he'd been wrong. The 'Hunter' hadn't moved he was still there in the alley. clutching at his leg wound.
He froze...the instincts of fight or flight at war within....The Har looked at him, with large dark pain filled eyes.
Even wounded, the wraeththu would easily out fight him, The only chance now was if the boy was a Turan...and would recognise the amulet Co-har had given him as kind of passport
"Tura?" he asked holding up the amulet as if it were a crucifix
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Post by Indra on Mar 1, 2006 8:08:24 GMT -5
He blinked and grimaced at his leg, standing up surprisingly well for the amount of blood that leaked through the makeshift bandage. "What?" he asked softly, tilting his head.
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Post by Doc Houseman on Mar 1, 2006 15:22:57 GMT -5
Doc swallowed nervously. He'd hoped for a 'yes' or 'no answer'...'what?' was a bit ambiguous. But at least the boy didn't seem to be instantly hostile as most hara were known to be.
Meanwhile the analytical portion of his brain was assessing the filthy rag the har was using as a bandage along with the amount of blood he'd lost...
"Oh hell. Look I ran this way because I was trying to avoid you. I thought you were hunting me. But forget about that.
"I don't mean harm. I'll walk away if you want me to.
"...Thing is I used to be,... that is...I AM a Doctor. Frankly, Your leg needs treatment. I can help you... if you'll trust me . If you prefer to rely on your tribe..I'll walk away..you can pretend we never met..no harm"
Doc realised he was babbling and just prayed that the offer of help would prevent a quick death.
It was ironic, the sterile dressings he'd stolen were almost exactly the right kit for a wound so close to the femoral artery.
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Post by Indra on Mar 1, 2006 17:25:15 GMT -5
"I wouldn't trust my tribe-" he stopped his words quickly and grimaced, "It's bad, isn't it?" he glanced down at his leg, grimacing slightly.
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Post by Doc Houseman on Mar 1, 2006 18:24:51 GMT -5
Doc felt his courage return..it looked like this was to be a regular Doctor-patient encounter...that was a game he knew the rules to.
"Judging by the amount of blood, its serious. Although I can't tell for sure with that dishcloth you've got stuffed in the wound." he replied smiling ironically, trying to put the patient at ease.
"I'm going to put this backback down, open it and take out a field dressing and a pair of surgical gloves. You will need to lie down. Its important that most of your blood is below the wound instead of above it...as it would be when you are standing or sitting." Doc explained "And don't touch the dishcloth I will remove that when I inspect the extent of the injury"
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Post by Indra on Mar 1, 2006 18:30:30 GMT -5
He blinked and sat down before glancing around. Whatever. If this guy was one of the psychos, it wasn't as if he'd go anywhere in this state. He laid down on the cement and closed his eyes, trying to feel anything except the blood.
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Post by Doc Houseman on Mar 1, 2006 18:45:34 GMT -5
Careful not to give any cause for offense Doc took a lenth of chord from the backpack and handed it to the hara.
"Use this as a torneque. wrap it around your leg and twist it tight. That will restrict the blood flow as I remove the bandage" instructed Doc as he carefully tugged at the edges of the improvised bandage "If you know any pain-blocking Jedi mindtricks nows a good time. Or distract yourself by talking about something else."
Doc winced when he saw the depth of the wound. A human would have been unconcious and in shock from such a hit. Harish resilience never ceased to amaze.
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Post by Indra on Mar 1, 2006 18:46:11 GMT -5
He laughed softly and did as he was told as he watched the doc work on his leg.
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Post by Doc Houseman on Mar 1, 2006 18:59:07 GMT -5
Doc got to work..susprised at how little the hara flinched. The lack of screaming seemed to indicate formidable self control.
Stitching the wound closed was going to take several minutes. It was standard procedure to attempt to engage the patient in conversation in order to reassure and distract.
"So...I'm guessing your not a Tura then. which tribe should I bill for my services?"
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Post by Indra on Mar 2, 2006 8:01:15 GMT -5
He blinked and reached for his bag, quietly riffling through it. He pulled out a large, possibly expensive necklace that was once some woman's pride and joy, and held it out. "Is this good?"
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