[b] Daniel - The Infirmary - Sundry People [/b] 

As Shannon screamed and the man, Daniel threw himself forward, latching on to her and pulling her back. "Shannon..." He pleaded. He repeated while she ranted. For a third time, Daniel shouted. "Shannon!" She turned to him, still ranting about the man's violent actions. Daniel took Shannon by her good arm, and promptly dragged her out of the infirmary. When they were in the hallway, Daniel pushed her back to the wall. When she didn't stop her angry shouting, Daniel put his hand over her mouth. "Shannon Greene, get a hold of yourself!" He barked sharply. Satisfied, he removed his hand.

"You need to slow down and tell me what you are try to say." He then added. "In a way I can understand you, Shannon."

[b] Riley O'Conner - The Infirmary - Sundry People [/b] 

As O'Connor watched Emma and the little girl, thoughts raced through his mind. This little girl was so small and sweet... but she'd been stripped of her innocence and was now this reserved little one. She didn't deserve this. Just then, the doors swung open, revealing an urgent Henry and a large man, who carried an unconscious woman. As Henry came to Riley, he explained what happened to the woman as the beast of a man lay his companion on the open hospital bed. It was then that young Shannon began to spit a murderous rage of this man's violent deeds. 

Riley looked at the man for a moment... he was definitely capable of doing a great deal of damage, such was obvious by simply looking at him. However, his eyes portrayed a deep grief and sorrow for his companion. Riley met eyes with the man, and his chest caught slightly. [i]Help them, you fool![/i] He screamed at himself. It didn't matter what this man did; he was going to help the woman. He looked around the room; it was very crowed. "I need everyone to join the Mayor and Shannon in the hallway!" He yelled out. "Everyone but Emma." As the others left, Emma stood dutifully waiting for orders. "As obvious, I can't have Brianna help while she's injured, so I need your help." The girl nodded and came to his side. 

He went to the bed and examined the woman. Blood had already covered the formerly white sheets of the bed. "That tray over there, bring it here." Emma pulled the rolling cart over, and Riley took a sharp scalpel from the array of tools. He cut through the woman's dampened jeans like butter, exposing her lower thigh. "There's should be a bottle of rubbing alcohol; a brown bottle, white cap." Emma fortunately found the right container. "Gauze, lowest shelf, right drawer." She obeyed, and he soaked the gauze in the alcohol and vigorously cleaned away the blood. This woman had lost a lot of blood, and was continuing to do so. Riley found that he had his tweezers the chest pocket of his red, plaid shirt, which he smeared with blood from his vinyl gloves. He was glad that the woman was asleep, otherwise this would be painful for her. 

O'Connor inserted the tweezers in the bullet whole, clasping the claws around the shard of metal. He cautiously pulled the tool out, then dropped the crushed round into the metal bowl on the tray with a clink. "Stitching hook and wire are in the drawer above the gauze." After he quickly sewed the hole, he sat back for a moment, knowing that the beautiful process of mitosis was patching up her skin. He then carefully turned the woman onto her back, examining the cut on her head where she'd hit it. He pulled another gauze pad from the pack and drenched it with the rubbing alcohol. 

After cleaning the deep gash, he pulled the round needle through her skin carefully, stitching the gash. When he was finished, he set the needle down and waited for the girl to respond.