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Expedition Filter - Backdated to Sept 3

[In the midst of the fighting and chaos and prehistoric birds, a shrill cry can be heard from the docks.]

MEDIC!

[There, one Dairine Callahan can be seen kneeling next to the fallen form of Dr. Peter Venkman. The situation does not look good. Venkman clothes are covered in blood, and he’s pale as a sheet. He’s alive and conscious, but for how much longer?

Calling up to the boats, Dairine’s tone becomes increasingly panicked.]

Hey! Medic!

Can I get some help over here?!

((Backdated like woah to the terror bird fight, thanks to my snail-like tagging. Venkman has been shot! Feel free to have your character step in or react.

This is the last expedition post, I swear.))

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[Indeed, a medic would be nice, bleeding out and having bullets in one's body was a painful experience in and of itself. At this point Venkman was more focused on keeping his breathing steady and his consciousness there, so he wasn't all too talkative. If he could though, he too would be yelling for a spot of help, he had his pride, but he wasn't above putting it aside in the name of not dying]

[Dairine isn't going to just idly wait for someone to come. The wounds have already gone long enough without medical attention, thanks to Venkman's bullheaded stubbornness. Yeah, she has very little idea of what to do, that isn’t going to stop her from trying.

So she fishes through her pack for the first piece of cloth she can find (an old t-shirt she barely recognizes) and places it on his side, hoping it'll slow the bleeding down even a little.]

Sorry about your eardrums there, doc.

[He winced at the sudden pressure being applied to his side, but in all fairness, the pain was nothing against the backdrop of what he was feeling, so it was all good if it was going to stem the bleeding even a little. He cast his gaze up to Dairine as best he could and gave her a pained smile, he even would have waved a hand dismissively had he the energy]

Don't worry about it...better that than bleedin out...eh?

[After running around and pretending the bullets never hit him, he better be able to deal with the pain. Dairine still plans on giving him a proper yelling for all the dumb stuff he's done.

You know, after making sure he doesn't die.

She gives him a sharp look, intensified by her internal freak-out.]

Don't talk like that. You are not dying on my watch.

[Suddenly a voice comes from behind the girl.]

What happened?

[After the day she's had and being covered in blood herself, Sheena looks like she needs a medic as well, but that can wait.]

[Dairine's head whips around. This... doesn't look like a medic, though Dairine admits that appearances can be deceiving. In fact her condition seems almost as bad as Venkman's. Still, help is help.]

He... well...

[She takes a deep breath, using it to focus on keeping her voice steady.]

He's been shot.

Edited 2012-09-16 21:53 (UTC)

[Venkman gave this new bloody person a nod as he held the shirt to his side as tightly as his weakened arms would allow him. If anything she looked about in as rough a shape as he was in, but if she was up and moving, she was probably better off.]

jeez...we're all...gonna need medics at this point...

[To Dairine:] Shot? With what?

[Not exactly a dumb question--but she's used to arrows and mana cannons. Guns are a whole other story.

Sheena kneels beside him and takes in his wound.]

[To Peter:] Let's see if I can help you there. [She begins undoing her obi, intending on wrapping it around him. She's no medic, but she's been injured herself, so she has some experience.]

Let's get you taken care of first, okay?

[Normally, Peter would take the time to appreciate the nice view he was getting here...but then again he normally wasn't bleeding out on a dock, so he supposed he could make an exception here]

Thanks...just keep yourself in the equation...don't need two people bleeding out here...right?

A gun. [Dairine is sorely tempted to add, "What does it look like?!" but despite her slowly-fraying temper, she does remember that not everyone here knows modern Earth weaponry.

She averts her eyes as the obi comes undone. Yes, it could be useful and Dairine appreciates the help, she really does, but NOT LOOKING. Instead she focuses on keeping the wounds pressurized.]

Like you can talk. [That's aimed at Venkman. Hello, who hasn't been thinking of his wellbeing this whole time? Then to Sheena:]

Just be careful. The wounds haven't been looked at yet.

[Sheena's not familiar with that weapon, but from what she's seeing, it's capable of a lot of damage. No wonder someone was using one against the birds.

With her obi removed, Sheena's short jacket hangs open revealing her white top underneath (still completely dressed, so Dairine can look) and that her injuries aren't as severe as his.]

[To Peter:] Don't worry. I'll be fine, and you will be, too. [Thank the gods she had taken Raine's hint and brought a supply of gels, but she has only a few on her...]

[To Dairine:] I'll be careful. I have something that might help, but I need to see the injuries first. [She gently begins lifting the makeshift bandage.]

So, what does a gun use? [Since bows use arrows, she figures it's the same thing here.]

[ooc: Let me know just how healed you'd like Peter to be. Apple Gels heal only a little; Lemon Gels a lot. :D]

[She takes a careful peek and is relieved to find no nudity. She breathes out in relief... but it is short lived, given the circumstance.]

Bullets. Guns use bullets. [Dairine gulps, looking at the blood soaked t-shirt. She knows that Sheena’s right, they need a better look at the injuries to heal, but she really really doesn’t want to see that. But...

‘I’m not losing anyone. Not on my watch!’

Steeling her resolve, she pulls out a small pocketknife that she had brought, just for emergencies. But it could also have other uses, like cutting fabric. Glancing over at Sheena, she holds it out to the girl.] Here. In case you need it. [Dairine suspects her hands aren't steady enough to use it herself.]

((Umm... probably not too much at this point, as the bullets haven't been removed. Peter-mun?))

((Yeah, until the bullets are out, a great deal of healing can't really be done ^_^;;;))

[As Sheena lifted the shirt serving as his makeshift bandage, she would get to see the real extent of the damage done to Venkman now that he wasn't moving...and it was fairly gruesome to say the least. In both his shoulder and side, there were half dollar sized chunks that looked as if they had been jaggedly ripped out of his flesh, all surrounding a hole, all of which were still bleeding rather freely, though likely at a slower rate than before. If anyone had been in doubt as to how bad these wounds were...now they could tell for sure, even with his shirt still on]

[ooc: Okay. I was wondering if the wound was through-and-through. :D]

[Taking the pocketknife from Dairine, Sheena gives it a cursory glance before readying it for use. It's not something she's used to, but she doesn't have time to deal with it right now; she'll do so later.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she takes in his injuries, and she does a quick count before turning to Dairine, her eyes asking the question: A bullet for each one? She's going to have to remove all of them before giving him any gels--or they won't work.]

[To Dairine:] I need you to hold him down while I take care of this.

[To Peter--with a reassuring smile:] You're going to be okay. [She's got to act fast, though, and starts gently cutting his shirt away.]

[Dairing pales at the sight of the bullet wounds. Even though there were only two, they looked grievously severe. And he ran all the way here with those…

Tearing her gaze away from the gruesome sight, she nods to Sheena, a response to both the unasked question and the order. How she expects a girl of Dairine’s size to hold down a grown adult... Maybe her backpack could be used as leverage somehow. But in spite of her doubts, Dairine places her hands firmly on Peter’s chest.

She is watching Sheena cut away the shirt, when something occurs to her.]

Do we have painkillers for this?

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[Oh yeah..."You're going to be okay" was the universal phrase used when something was going to hurt like hell...it's what his doctor always used to say before he got a shot. He knew it had to be done, and he knew it was probably going to be one of the most painful experiences ever...but what other choices did he have? He winced as Dairine put her hands on his chest to hold him down, but looked up and motioned to his mouth with his good arm, managing to eek out a few words]

Something...to bite down on...got anything...?

[He didn't want to bite his tongue off after all, though he could think of a few people who'd think of that as a positive change for him]

[To Dairine:] I don't think we have time for that.

[Sheena was way ahead of him, looking for something that either wasn't covered in blood or too big to do the job. Although, she wished she had thought of it before she started cutting into his shirt.

Then it hit her. Her jacket. It had been under her obi, so there shouldn't be any blood on it. Cleaning her hands the best she could, she tore off a piece of the lower part of her jacket off and folded it to try to keep the blood away.]

[To Peter:] Here. This should help.

[As soon as he was ready, she was going in. Her "You're going to be okay" would only come true if no more time was wasted.]

[He took the folded piece of jacket and put it in his mouth, biting down on it as hard as he could as he shut his eyes. His breathing was heavy, the only thought going through his head was that he'd be okay. Of course that was a lie and he was about to enter a new level of pain hell, but he was good at lying, even to himself...kinda. Might as well get this over with at any rate.]

[Oh great. No pain-meds. This is going to make her job so much harder.

She's not going to openly complain though. Best save her energy for the task at hand. With a brief nod, Dairine gets ready to push Venkman down if when she needs to.]

[Don't worry, Dairine, Sheena will also try to hold him down the best she can as she does this.]

All right. Here we go.

[The first thing she does is wipe away the blood as gently as possible on the first wound, spying what appears to be a piece of metal in the middle. That has to be it, and she tries to pull it out with her fingers before realizing immediately that isn't going to work.

Giving both of them a look, she positions the knife and starts prying the bullet out slowly.]

[And there was the pain he had been expecting. White hot and severe, it shot from his shoulder through the rest of his body like a violent bolt of lightning, causing his body lock up as he grunted into the cloth he was biting down on...and then came the knife. Blood that had been blocked by the bullet squirted out as Sheena began to dig into the wound, and it felt like someone had stuck a burning hot iron into his wound, causing him to grip at the wood below his fingers until finally, the stubborn shard of metal was pried out, falling to the dock below with a small ping.

Venkman was breathing hard and sweating visibly, his brain alight with agony, his only rational thought being how much this hurt. One down, one to go]

Edited 2012-09-23 22:41 (UTC)

[The new blood makes Dairine's stomach churn, but she gulps and forces herself to keep composed. She can't afford to break down now.

Her eyes go back to being firmly fixed to her hands. 'Focus on the job. You're halfway there.']

[Sheena pauses long enough to cover the new bleeding with part of her obi and apply some pressure on it. She also takes a moment to reassure both of them.]

We're almost done. I just gotta get the other one out.

[Pulling a small, wrapped package from inside her jacket, she handed it to Dairine before working on the second bullet.]

As soon as I get it, give that to him. It's a lemon gel; it should heal most of this quickly.

[He was glad in what frame of mind he had left that the first bullet was out, but now came the second. This one was deep inside, nestled right next to a kidney...care would be advised, even with painkillers, the kidneys are still little balls of nerves and suffering, and this was an operation without those]

[She stares at the package for a few hard seconds before reaching out to take it. She's never heard of a lemon gel that can heal gun wounds before (really it sounds more like a candy), but Sheena sounds confident enough that it'll help, so Dairine will trust her on this one.]

Sure.

[Don't worry, Sheena is being extra careful as she takes out the other bullet, keeping the blade as close to it as possible as she begins gently working it out. She's no expert at biology, but she knows that the deeper wounds go, the more things that get damaged.

She keeps a steady pace, although every fiber of her being is screaming at her to hurry, but there's no way in hell she's going to give in to her usual habit of rushing ahead. Not this time.]

Almost there...

[Ray hears that over the journal, as he's in the process of booking it from the caves to the beach, and well - like there's anywhere else he'd go]

Venkman!! Dairine ... Where are you guys?

[nevermind that he's already scanning the beach frantically]

Ray!

[Thank god, her buddy hasn't been eaten (yet). She looks around, trying to spot him before realizing the journal was open. Was that there befor-- oh, sod it all!]

We're on the docks. Now get your butt over here!!

[It was good to hear that Ray was alive and well, not that he was all too surprised. If there had been one person good at getting himself out of sticky situations, it was his buddy, though he wondered vaguely if he'd been trying to feed one of those freak birds a Twinkie before hell broke loose]

I'm on my way, hang on! [thankfully, all the campfire food hadn't hindered his ability to hustle toward them... also, Venkman, don't be silly. dinosaurs dont eat Twinkies.

...he was trying to give it beef jerky instead]

Yeah, well hurry it up!

[She doesn't want to deal with this alone.]

[soon he's jogging up to them, trying not to look as out of breath as he feels, his camera hanging crookedly around his neck, the lens cap off and dangling by the string as he moves to help her support Pete]

How bad is it?

[Well...considering the half dollar sized chuck on flesh missing out of his shoulder was clearly visible and his side looked as if he had been in a fight with a pitbull...]

Yeah...its not pretty...lets put it that way...

[Dairine sends Ray a sour look which should gets her message across loud and clear: 'WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE'. Sorry buddy -- she'll be more agreeable once she's calmed down and knows that Venkman won't DIE soon.]

It's bad.

[his eyes drift to the mess at Venkman's side - you know, right where he really didn't WANT to look, and they widen before he winces and looks away] Oh. Oh no.

[he's pale as a sheet and a little green, but he's not about to chicken out, not when his best friend needs him. he moves to help support him] Okay, let's go ... Once we get him to a boat, there's bound t' be someone who can help.

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Heading off for the night. Farewell~

I hope this is okay.

Fine by me!

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