[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Frog Doc[/color] & [color=orangered]Caesar[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]http://i.imgur.com/J6LNF1W.gif[/img] [img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/ca9593832446555bc126cade38dd9ffb/tumblr_mlxe2pFeYl1s00ervo2_250.gif[/img][hr][b]Time:[/b] Afternoon [b]Location:[/b] Infirmary >> Operating Room [b]Interacting With:[/b] Vivian, Caesar, everyone in the infirmary area [/center][hr] They had very little time left before the internal bleeding that was sure to be occurring inside this poor woman caused irreversible damage. Victor took the oxygen regulator and affixed it to the unconscious woman’s face. He had seen the operating room area and had to make sure she didn’t die as they moved the gurney inside. He had at least stopped the blood loss but a quick touch to the transfusion pack told Victor that it wasn’t warm enough. That would not do. He had to get her into the OR now or she was certainly going to die. There was a gunshot that was barely audible from where he was in the back room but Victor hardly registered it. One patient at a time. He was no good being spread thin. Victor glanced up as he saw a small brunette girl and a large and imposing Mexican man walk into the infirmary back room. The man’s silence and look of concern made Victor rather uneasy but he powered through and continued his work. The young brunette girl asked if he required aide but Victor was too busy making sure Vivian was no longer bleeding out that he left her question unanswered. As the young girl realised that she wasn’t going to be answered, she made her way back to the front room, leaving the door open in her wake. Voices carried into the back room. Ash’s orders sounded clearly as James was sent up to the tower to snipe some Walkers. The young man Victor had originally kept back to aide him was being growled at and motioned to leave with a subtle nod of the head from Caesar. As Caesar heard the orders from Ash, he slipped Alicia’s rifle from his shoulder and held the spare clip in his other hand. He held them out to Sidd, making him take them and pointed towards James with another grunt in Sidd’s direction. Caesar looked back to the doctor and stared, watching him work as he waited. Victor looked to the new man and gave him a steady stare in return, even if Victor did gulp a little as he did so. [color=khaki]“I need a chest tube, intubator and more blood…”[/color] He glanced at the transfusion bag that was currently working its way into the injured doctor. [color=khaki]“…A+ blood. Be sure to heat the blood under the crook of your arm or down your trousers. This bag is cold, I do not want another cold bag.”[/color] Caesar did as he was bade, placing the transfusion bags under his armpits as requested by the French doctor in order to warm the blood. As Victor grabbed hold of the oxygen regulator and readied to wheel the gurney into the operating room. Caesar only followed these “orders” so as to help save Vivian. There was a commotion happening outside the infirmary but there was nothing that they could do about that right now. Not long after a shrill whistle sounded and Victor looked up for a moment, knowing all too well what it meant. He buckled down and got back on with his work after the minor interruption. Victor knew the anaesthesia machine was in the OR and he’d need to find a suction machine to remove the excess moisture from her airways, he hoped that was also in the OR but he couldn’t recall seeing it on his quick scan of the room. There were so many things that he needed but he’d gather them once he had her inside the OR if they weren’t already there. He motioned to Caesar to open the doors to the OR and Caesar obliged without a sound. Once they were inside, Victor dashed around gathering the OR supplies that he needed that were not already set out. They were limited in supply but he would work with what he had. He seemed to have all of the basics for this operation at least. He looked to Caesar, who showed no emotion on his face. Victor decided he liked this man, even if he did make him want to wet himself. [color=khaki]“I only need you to hand me what I ask for. Are you familiar with all of the equipment ‘ere?”[/color] Caesar grunted and gave a single nod. Satisfied with Caesar’s response, Victor closed the doors to the OR and began his work. Caesar stood by the French doctor’s side and looked at Vivian’s pale face. For a fleeting moment proper concern showed on his face before Victor asked Caesar to hand him a scalpel. [hr][center][h1][b][i][color=tomato]Richard Johnson[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]http://chaosandcaffeine.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/sonsofanarchy_jaxsigh.jpg[/img][hr] [b]Time:[/b] Afternoon [b]Location:[/b] Infirmary building [b]Interacting With:[/b] Zoie, Smith Sisters and Ash. [/center][hr] Richard lay on the ground, the blood pooling in his hair. He ached absolutely [i]everywhere[/i] and was pretty sure he had a concussion because all he wanted to do right now was to sleep. He saw a woman’s face and felt a pressure against his own, it was soft and scratchy all at the same time. Reminded him of breaking into the fancy country clubs with his brother back in the day. Jumping in the pool and drying themselves off with those big number thread count towels. He heard an unfamiliar voice speaking to him, he knew he should listen carefully but his ears felt like they were jammed right up with cotton wool. Did his ears always ring like that? He couldn’t remember. It was hard to remember anything more recent right about now. A shrill whistle made him wince, his hands rose up to cover his ears, and his hands quickly became sticky with congealing blood. What was that noise? It made his ears ring and pound all at once. He could feel the swelling in his face and tried to remember what had happened. He could still hear the voice from earlier talking, he tried to focus on it but it was too hard. He decided to stare at the ceiling instead. He could feel his eyes swelling closed a little more and he tried to just clear his head as best he could with all the throbbing it was giving him. As the voice kept going, his head began to clear little by little. Zoie. That’s who was talking, that’s who had gave him the towel. He rolled his eyes, moving them to make sure there wasn’t any more serious damage to them other than taking a few hits. Hits! Fuck. Lorna. He tried to sit up as it all came flooding back and he let out a hard groan as the pain fired through his body and he fell back down. Zoie was talking to him now, he could hear her words and all he could do was nod in silence. He licked his lips and all he could taste was blood. She’d bust his lip as well, go figure. He just lay there and listened. He gave another nod as Zoie said he was going with her and then he grunted as he tried to sit up. [color=tomato]“Sorry babycakes, might need to sit this one out. I can hardly breathe from the pain.”[/color] His breath was ragged as he spoke, his face crumpled in agony as he held his ribs with his right arm. He lowered himself back onto the ground and felt the relief flooding over him. Yup, he definitely had a few cracked ribs but it didn’t seem like any were fully broken since he had managed to sit up even a little without screaming in sheer agony. [hr][center][h1][b][i][color=olive]Lorna Dunn[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8fx7iBDwk1rc6nrho1_500.gif[/img][hr] [b]Time:[/b] Afternoon [b]Location:[/b] Infirmary building [b]Interacting With:[/b] Zoie, Smith Sisters and Ash. [/center][hr] She had saw nothing but red then black. She didn’t remember what she had done. One minute she was yelling at Richard and the next she was on her ass with a boot print on her shirt and agony in her chest, hands, arms and legs. She saw the cuts and blood on her knuckles and hands. She saw the blood on her boots but that was from the Walkers earlier, right? It didn’t seem too old though. She saw Richard lying on the floor. She heard Zoie talking. She didn’t feel anything but the shaking tight muscles that wracked her body right then as she sat on the floor at the feet of Maria and Kris. She knew why she would have snapped, but she didn’t remember the actual trigger. Her adrenaline was still high, she could feel it. She had to calm herself the fuck down. She respected Zoie for what she’d clearly done and what she was doing now. It took guts to break up a fight of relative strangers and she hadn’t beaten the shit out of Lorna in return. Granted her kick had hit like a god damn truck but she deserved it. She saw the pain Richard was in and felt the horror of what she had just done flood over her. She heard Ash speaking after Zoie was done. Her face was blank, her eyes felt empty. She heard her name and gave a single nod. She didn’t know what she’d agreed to just yet. She got up off her ass and dusted herself down. She wiped her hands on her pants. She felt the hot, sticky wetness on her face and wiped it as best she could with her jacket sleeve. That was a lot of blood. She kept her eyes to the ground, away from Richard and tried not to focus on the shame she felt for losing her temper the way she had done. She had to get back into survivor mode. She didn’t feel like she was really here right now. [hr]