[color=f7941d] [h2] [centre] Victor Henson [/centre] [/h2]
[h3] [centre] Friday Night >>> Central Point [/centre] [/h3][/color]

  Victor had been too concerned with trying to figure out why she would suddenly pass out to notice Joseph at first or what he was saying, but his best guess was simply that it could be a persisting condition. His thoughts were interrupted by something Joseph had said. The tall man glared at the cardboard clad man, [color=f7941d]“don’t call me Vic, where not that close.” [/color]It was true, Victor didn’t like being called Vic by people he hardly knew. There was a reason for this, a reason he quickly pushed out of his head.

  The arrival of the rather tall woman he noticed earlier threw him off for a moment as he gave her a questioning look before seeing the badge, he moved out of her way but continued to kneel down close to Olivia’s head, [color=f7941d]“Joseph if she starts to have a seizure let go of her and back up.”[/color] His attention was brought back to the lengthy girl who held out a small note pad with a few things written down. He didn’t answer her right away, instead he glanced at her neck but couldn’t see any signs of physical damage.

  It was Victor’s job to judge and assess people and his surroundings, a skill that was picked up and ingrained in him over his years of military service. It was a good asset to have in his current job as well, but this girl before him although showing physical scarring on her face in a strange arrangement didn’t have those same signs around her neck. This concluded his theory of why she couldn’t speak even in an emergency being, “[color=f7941d]Trauma[/color]” he whispered. Suddenly his eyes seemed to focus back on what the girl had written.

  And with only minor hesitation, [color=f7941d]“Err no, no alcohol, I’m not sure about allergies or illnesses, and she seemed fine up until just a moment ago. Said she wanted to sit down before trailing off and falling, at least she didn’t hit her head.” [/color]The bearded man looked to the tall girl and smiled before looking around at the small group surrounding them, [color=f7941d]“oi! You all need to disperse some, you’re blocking the way to a fire exit.”[/color] Honestly he couldn’t care less that they were blocking anything, but he really didn’t like looky Lou’s. He also didn’t realize that when he sat up and waved the crowd off he momentarily exposed the black grip of his pistol on his right hip to those closest to him.

  The crowd didn’t seem to move too much, he did hear someone in the crowd mention something about 911 as the paramedics showed up with a gurney. One of them was carrying a heart monitor and hooked it up while the other pulled him away to check her vitals again. The two easily moved the small girl onto the cart and only stayed to talk to Victor as he told them what happened and a few other witnesses, before getting ready to leave, [color=f7941d]“Joseph, grab her things and go with her. I do think she would appreciate it, just let her know I had some work things to take care of in the morning.”[/color] Truth be told, he wasn’t lying he did have a few work things to do, but he could always do them later. However, the man simply didn’t like hospitals, and she had his number anyway, so he didn’t see too much harm in it. Turning his attention back to the Tall Blonde he smiled, [color=f7941d]“thank you, it is very appreciated.”[/color] A small sentiment from one awkward giant to another as he watched the paramedics leave with her, momentarily having a small thought of where that kid went off to to get help.

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