[center][h1][color=a187be]Natasha Brinne[/color][/h1][IMG]http://25.media.tumblr.com/955991a53a0c5e0e9a6f0725bad44aed/tumblr_mm6e26g8Vv1s4seg0o1_500.gif[/IMG] [b]Location:[/b] The Ambulance, The Hospital, Her Special Place [b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Hushedwhispers] - Edgar, Doctors, Phone [/center][hr][hr] Tas looked over towards Edgar as she ripped stripes of cloth tape and secured the straw against his chest to keep it in place during the ride. The paramedics calling in the patients information to the emergency room so they would be waiting when they arrived. Sitting back down she rested her purse in her lap and just shook her head towards the man. She couldn’t exactly feel sorry for him, he had started the entire mess; granted he may not have deserved such a beat down but Tas was biased when it came to Natalya. [color=a187be]“To make sure you make it through this safe and sound,” [/color] she said as she reached over and adjusted the IV’s drip that the paramedics had put into place. [color=a187be]“That’s what doctors do, we treat people no matter our personal feelings,” [/color] she added as she leaned back and waited for them to arrive. Once they arrived she hopped out of the back of the ambulance and was met by the attending physician; who seemed rather surprised to see Dr. Brinne back in the ER already considering she was supposed to have the next seventy-two hours off. “Dr. Brinne…. I thought you weren’t going to come back until either it was your next shift or the apocalypse happened?” Dr. Martin said as he he helped to get Eddy into the trauma area. [color=a187be]“Apocalypse happened…”[/color] she huffed before giving him a rundown of the injuries she suspected and what had already been done to the patient. “A crazy straw?” he asked as he looked at Eddy’s chest. [color=a187be]“Don’t ask, a leprechaun handed it to me..” [/color] she grumbled as she hung the IV bag up. “A leprechaun? You know what, don’t need to know. We can take it from here Dr. Brinne,” he said quickly and Tas nodded before she strolled off. Edgar was now in the capable hands of the Emergency room staff and no longer her problem. Looking down at herself she groaned inwardly; she was covered in Edgars blood, her clothing stained. Last thing she wanted to do was to show back up at the party like this. Pushing through the ER she made her way to the doctors locker room and proceeded to go through her locker. Thankfully she kept several changes of scrubs in there at all times as well as some extra pairs of tennis shoes. [color=a187be]“Can get out of these heels at least,”[/color] she mumbled as she began to change. Grabbing a spare set of scrubs she shoved them into her bag and slung it over her shoulder; she figured she could at least bring Nat some dry clothes to change into. The night was still young. Taking a breath she began to walk towards the door of the locker room and was stopped midstride as Dr. Reynolds came in. “Heard you were here,” he said as he walked in. [color=a187be]“Yeah and leaving now,” [/color] she said as she started to brush past him. “I have the test results,” he began as several others wandered in and out of the locker room for various reasons, “for that patient from earlier today.” [color=a187be]“Oh,” [/color] Tas said as she stopped and turned to look at him. He held out a small file over to her; taking it she began to flip through the papers and let out a slow breath. [color=a187be] “And your conclusion is?” [/color] “That we need to take more aggressive action,” he said as she handed him the file back. “Current treatments are not helping to the degree we would like.” [color=a187be]“I doubt they will agree to that,” [/color] she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Then convince them Dr. Brinne, this is not something that can wait,” he said quickly. Tas nodded before heading out of the locker room and pushing her way through the hospital and out the rear entrance to the Emergency room. Taking a deep breath she looked around and opted to take a walk instead of trying to get a cab right then, with the night being what it was there was little chance that one would even be available for hours. Looking down at the ground she began walking, not really having any particular location in mind at that time. After a bit she found herself outside an older building that she knew better than perhaps she should. Pulling out a key she unlocked the door and let it close heavy behind her. Dropping her bag next to a bench she sat down, the place echoed with each movement. Today had not been the day she had been hoping it would be. She surly didn’t want to end up in the ER again tonight, getting results for a patient. It was all things she had hoped to avoid until she had had some down time; some rest to reset her mind. Seemed a lot of the time what one wanted and what they received where two very different things. Tas found herself feeling foggy and beginning to get a bit of a headache; she blamed it on the long last thirty-six hours or so and everything that had happened. Cringing she rummaged through her bag, pulling out her phone and flipping through it. Maybe she should call for that cab now. Instead she found herself texting someone else. [center][b]To My Wings:[/b] [color=a187be] I need you, I’m at our place[/color][/center] [hr][hr] [center][h1][color=82ca9d]Claire, Connor, & Murphy McManus[/color][/h1] [b]Location:[/b] The Party [b]Interacting With:[/b] [@lopsided], [@SgtEasy], Each other [/center][hr][hr] Claire looked over at Didi and shook her head slightly, giving her a swift hug before she had wandered off and letting her know she was okay. [color=82ca9d]"Oh please, I've taken worse beatings than that in the ring,"[/color] she laughed before continuing on her way to the bar, her brother Connor coming up quickly behind her and taking a seat next to her. "He's at it again," Connor said towards Claire as he pointed over to Murphy. [color=82ca9d]"Hitting on Tas? It never ends,"[/color] she laughed as she ordered both of them a beer and slid one over towards her brother. "He have a chance?" Connor asked smirking. [color=82ca9d]"Yeah, snowballs chance in hell,"[/color] she laughed as she took a long pull from the bottle. "Figured as much," Connor chuckled as he looked around the party, anyone he caught looking at him, he would raise his beer bottle to in greeting, give a cheeky smile and then turn his attention back over towards Claire. [color=82ca9d]"So why the pop in?"[/color] Claire asked leaning back in the chair and spinning around slightly. Connor just laughed at his little sisters antics. "We missed you, what better day to pop in? So what happened here?" he asked, curious to why the guy had been rolled out on a stretcher and why his sister wasn't in handcuff.s [color=82ca9d]"Dumb ass poured beer on the birthday girl, fight broke out, Tas saved his ass cause that is what she does,"[/color] Claire explained quickly and Connor nodded. He didn't need more details, at least not right then with the cop still roaming about. He wasn't really asking much in the way of questions but he had found that on St. Patricks day any chance not to throw someone in lock up made the local cops jobs a bit easier. Claire watched out of the corner of her eye as Dom left and sighed slightly, she wanted to go after him but she knew better. When he was like this he needed to work things out for himself. He really never went dark around her but he would wander off from time to time, disappear for an hour or two and then show back up acting like his old self again; she figured it was one of those times. "Well, tis a pleasure to meet anyone that is at least not enemies with Claire Bear and Dr. Heartbreaker," Murphy laughed as he slapped the man on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "Ay, I'll drink with ya! It's Saint Patties Day! Tis a day for drink, for fighting, for dancing, for singing me friend!" he exclaimed as he held up the glass and then downed it like it was water. "Where'd you get this stuff? Me mum puts harder on her ironing," he laughed as he wiped his mouth the back of his sleeve. "I never bothered using a machine to sing with, we just belt out a tune when the mood strikes but ay, I'll have a go at it!" he said standing up and pushing his sleeves up to his elbows. "Come on Jay, let me introduce you to the wailing sounds of the Banshee known as Murphy McManus!" he chuckled thumbing his nose. Connor heard him over the crowd, Murphy was anything but quiet and tapped Claire on the shoulder. Both of them turning to see what Murphy was getting ready to do. [color=82ca9d]"Mary mother and Joseph.... Have pity..."[/color] Claire said as she looked up towards the ceiling.