[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash[/color] & [color=orangered]Bridgette[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://31.media.tumblr.com/bcfab66a674d39bfaaddc28bd62d4470/tumblr_inline_ne41kcr5UN1s5par2.jpg[/img] & [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d5/b4/78/d5b478ac0063ce48f5bab3cb5648b0a1.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Exterior Mess Hall, Infirmary [/center][hr][hr] The pair of Newnan Leads, Ashton and Froggy, bore witness to the interesting sight of Bridgette zooming by on her horse. While they didn't actually view the spooking of the grand riding beast, Cadence, Ash could deduce from the specific profanities spilling recklessly from the violent lady's face what had transpired. Ash's sense of wonder at the minor chaos a single small, scavenging mammal can cause in otherwise brave, stalwart survivors was brought to a fast and heavy halt as soon as Froggy slumped forward. Ash let go of the dolly he was pushing, causing the weight of its contents to slam it vertical with a flat, metallic crash. He managed an awkward grasp on the older man's shoulder as his form dropped bonelessly; it only served to temporarily slow his descent before Ash's grip gave way. [color=steelblue]"Victor? Victor!"[/color] started Ash, his earlier sense of morning duty replaced with growing urgency. [color=steelblue]"C'mon, we have to get you standing. Goddamnit Doc, let's get a move on!"[/color] Ashton knew how to deal with fallen soldiers, he had before. Even before the Outbreak, during his earlier years in the military as a Combat Engineer. He had seen ammunition forcefully inserted into otherwise healthy bodies at high velocity, and witnessed comrades in arms fall both before and after the world collapsed. It had almost become second nature by this point, which is probably why a more mundane medical emergency threw him off. Ash attempted to pull Froggy to a less prone position, simultaneously calling for help, the barest twinge of panic on the edge of his voice. [color=steelblue]"Hey! Damnit, anybody! Help over here!"[/color] His first instinct was to call for a medic, owing to his history with the Army. He even opened his mouth to do so before he remembered that the medic was the one in need of attention. [color=steelblue]"Christssake, Froggy. Ok, You're going to be fine. I'll get you out of here..."[/color] He didn't know if it was a lie or not. All Ash knew was that he had to do something, and fast. As it turns out, there were two people within clear shouting distance of their location. Miss Sally opened the rear door of the Mess, hand rising to her slightly agape mouth. And Bridgette, when she was done screaming at Dick (he assumed, though from this angle all he could detect was the faintest hint of rotting liquid pork), rapidly switched from Bitch Mode to Caustically Helpful. She turned her mount around, coming to Ash and Froggy at a gallop. [color=orangered]"DICK! YOU SON-OF-A... Shit. On the way, Boss!"[/color] she blurted in the meantime. Cadence's hooves clacked against the blacktop with some amount of urgency as they neared the two men. Bridgette leaned down and extended a hand, eyes bright and face a vision of stolid sincerity. [color=orangered]"I got him. Give him to me. Give him to me!"[/color] She repeated herself, a hair louder to ensure Ash's rapt attention. Ash's head snapped up to face Bridgette. Her brazen speech and attitude seemed to have a focusing effect on the Captain, who felt the emotion drain from his face. In the quiet, unimportant back of his mind, Ash noted that while Bridgette wasn't a soldier in the contemporary sense, she was indeed a warrior in every sense of the word. Her clear eyes and outstretched hand beckoned to Ash's sense of duty, and the Soldier in him propelled his actions. He rolled Froggy over his shoulders and pressed the downed man upwards from the ground. Bridgette grabbed the back of the good Doctor's belt and angled him over Cadence's haunches, behind her saddle. One hand remained to steady him, while the other fluttered the reins. Her heels nudged into the horse's flanks, urging him onward at a canter. Faster than a trot, slower (and more steady) than a gallop, the rate gave a quick trip to the Infirmary while promising that their precious cargo wouldn't be lost along the way. She directed Cadence around the building with skill and haste, promising horrifying things to anyone that stood in her way. The split second before Ash hauled ass through the Mess on his way to meet Froggy at the Infirmary, he took in the scene unfolding. This was the first equine ambulance with a fuckscreaming siren to which he had ever been witness. Flying through the doors, he blew past Sally. Her desire to be helpful in every situation possible got the better of her, as she called after him, "Where do you want the fruit, Ashton?". In response, the sprinting Captain called back (though did not slow himself) [color=steelblue]"DISTILLERY!"[/color] "Right then, I'll have someone on it..." Sally did truly like to be helpful, in any small way she could. Less than a minute later, Ash and Bridgette were carrying Froggy into his own workspace, laying him out onto a gurney. To anyone and everyone present, Ash blurted, [color=steelblue]"I think it's his heart! Did he tell [i]anyone[/i] what to do about this?"[/color] In a quieter, but no less urgent voice, he spoke to the patient directly, [color=steelblue]"Come on, Victor. Open those eyes, talk to us."[/color] [hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1] [img]https://v.cdn.vine.co/r/avatars/6AE78329E91063505631975227392_pic-r-1396533712688c4afde8ecf.jpg.jpg?versionId=ZnGOSit0zozlhxpJk0w6QVx4cSozVRdq[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan, Inner Wall - Smoker [/center][hr][hr] [color=firebrick]"..short'nin' bread..."[/color] The slow and steady production of hot smoked venison continued unabated by circumstances, seeing as James was in the empty parking lot around the side of the Courthouse and Medical Garden. This position kept him out of the line of sight of anything dramatic thusfar in the morning, and he could only catch the occasional faint sound echoing from around corners of the buildings of the Inner Wall. Even those were mostly covered over by the drip of liquefying fat striking the bottom of the cooking apparatus and hissing away with pleasing, aromatic optimism. It wasn't until panicked voices were issued in front of the Courthouse proper that James took some note. He stepped out into the road to catch a glimpse of what was going on, only to see two indistinct figures carrying a third inside. He couldn't be certain with the half-second viewing time he got before the trio disappeared behind walls and doors, but it looked serious. James was not a medical guy. He would only get in the way in there, no matter if they were performing thoracic surgery or placing a band-aid. All the same, he was concerned. He jogged back to the smoker and spoke into his walkie, [color=firebrick]"Hey hey, y'all. What's goin' on in the Infirmary? Y'all good, or you need some blackneck assist?"[/color]