[CENTER][colour=BDB76B][h1][b]M A U R O[/b][/h1][/colour][/CENTER][hr] The sort of people that visited down-town area such as the Chateau Rouge rarely crossed over with those that visited Mauro's clinic. That didn't stop others from feeling the effects of the explosion, mere hours after it happened; emergency services were all but completely occupied, and emergency rooms in the real hospitals quickly reached capacity. Normal people who would never deign to come so far as the under-city were banging on the gated entrance to St. Benedetta's. Mauro was blissfully unaware of the panic happening outside of his doors until being woken by a sharp poke below the ribs. He's fallen asleep leaning against a wall in the clinic, hardly a rare occurrence; no time was every really any calmer than another, and it kept more beds open. He blinked to try and wake himself more rapidly, but still had to ask Maria to repeat herself once away of her presence to his left. [colour=FF7F50]"No time for naps. World needs saving."[/colour] She handed him a battered clipboard which he glanced over, still barely able to register the few notes she'd written down. [colour=BDB76B]"Weren't you supposed to be sleeping?"[/colour] [colour=FF7F50]"I'm not the one passing out in the open. Not that either of us can afford beauty sleep right now, it's a madhouse out there."[/colour] [colour=BDB76B]"Something happen?"[/colour] Mauro checked his pockets to make sure a wandering patient hadn't picked them, before walking towards the so called 'lobby' of the clinic, suddenly anxious. The entire city was on the brink, they'd been waiting for the final tip in the scales for days, it would be just like him to fall asleep while it happened. [colour=FF7F50]"Dunno. I didn't hear anything." [/colour] After the fifth radio they'd placed in the clinic had been stolen, they'd always been a bit behind with the city events, getting news from patients; an unreliable system at best. They reached the lobby filled with some of the most desperate residence of Santa Celia. Too many. On a weekend night they often had over ten people waiting. There were over thirty. [colour=BDB76B]"Why are so many covered in blood?"[/colour] [colour=FF7F50]"Not blood. Rain. Really the city that keeps on giving"[/colour] Mauro shook his head. A problem for later, but definitely one worth looking into. He handed the clipboard back to Maria [colour=BDB76B]"You can handle stitches, and I'll help your reset the woman's broken bone when you're done."[/colour] Maria didn't argue and disappeared to the back as Mauro opened the gate holding back the crowd. Half a dozen were screaming and waving for attention, those Mauro ignored. If they were well enough to be doing that, they didn't need his help. He took only two steps out in order to reach for a man purple in the face, swaying on his feet with unfocused eyes. People made room enough for him to be dragged through the crowds and into the clinic proper; it was well known enough that forcing your way in meant losing any chance of being treated. The gate locked behind them as Mauro felt around the man's head and neck. Hyoid fracture, a few days old, but it'd been knocked around a bit and was causing issues with breathing. The man tried to say something unintelligible before slumping against the wall. Mauro wrapped the stranger's arm around his own shoulders and half walked, half dragged him down the hall. Everything else seemed stable, but lying down would make it worse. He'd need a tracheotomy while he tried to get everything back in place. There wasn't a place in the entire under-city that was sterile enough for such a procedure, never-mind that he had no way of making the man unconscious for it. When Maria found him again, Mauro had given up suturing the temporary hole he made, and was bandaging the now unconscious man's neck tightly enough he was having nearly the same amount of difficult breathing as before; all while clutching his lower abdomen. [colour=FF7F50]"Got a fighter did ya?"[/colour] Mauro only grunted in response, motioning her over with his head, while he stepped back and tried to take a deep breath while pressing against the old scar the bastard had kneed him in. [colour=FF7F50]"Still got a clean cut though" [/colour] Maria complimented, as she tried her own hand at stitching the wound. [colour=BDB76B]"Not that he seemed to appreciate it." [/colour] [colour=FF7F50]"Oh you're just going to open-fracture bitch then."[/colour] [colour=BDB76B]"You didn't mention it was open."[/colour] [colour=FF7F50]"She wouldn't let me cut off her jeans before. Still didn't let me to be honest but she was screaming bloody murder either way."[/colour] [colour=BDB76B]"Don't have enough resources to deal with infection, or time to be picking pieces of bone out."[/colour] Mauro sighed closed his eyes while Maria finished her work in silence. Losing a leg was never an ideal situation, worse still for the people that came to him. Whoever it was in the other room wasn't likely to have the option of getting a prosthetic. [colour=FF7F50]"Not falling sleep on me again are you?"[/colour] [colour=BDB76B]"No just- get something to put the fracture woman out."[/colour] He reached for a poorly sewn inner pocket in his shirt to hand her a keycard that would grant access to the poorly dubbed 'pharmacy'. Antibiotics were always in low supply, but there were always confiscated opioids to spare. [colour=BDB76B]"She's going to lose the leg, should probably warn her of that. I'm going to find some coffee and make sure they're not about to burn the place down out there."[/colour] [colour=FF7F50]"Already got one made, check my room." [/colour] She left him alone with the patient again, who appeared to be resting normally, despite the fresh bandages around his neck and the make-shift brace. Mauro touched the man's wrist one more time before leaving, making sure to lock the room behind him.