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Frick

Time: Late Afternoon >> Evening
Location: Newnan: Infirmary within the Courthouse
Interacting With: Each other, Kris, Sidd, Prisoner

Victor and Richard had spent the last twenty minutes playing I-spy and Victor was currently leading by 32 points. “I still say that you have an unfair advantage since we’re in your home turf, Frogster!” Richard shifted his numbing backside on the gurney that he was laying on and sat himself up a little straighter.

Victor moved forward and quickly fluffed Richard’s pillow before he could object. Sitting back down, Victor glanced over to the door as three unfamiliar faces entered the room. Clearly he hadn’t barricaded the door well enough. Richard’s face tensed up when he saw Kris and some other Indian looking fucker man handling a hogtied dude into the room. 

“Hey , you not had your fill of roughing up men today? Gotta get your kicks somewhere, right?!” His face sneered as he spat his words out at her, he was feeling far less guilty than he was when Lorna was turning him into a tenderised lump of meat.

Victor placed a hand on Richard’s shoulder and looked down at him, shaking his head with a frown on his face. Richard shrugged and laid back on the gurney, his eyes glaring at Kris the entire time. Victor let out a relieved breath as Richard stepped down from his verbal attack on the girl. He couldn’t imagine this small, young girl doing anything to hurt a fly never mind a full grown man.

“Merci, mademoiselle.” He looked towards the young man then and looked over to the open door to the operating room where Vivian’s unanimated body lay. Victor quickly strode over to the doors and closed them over. “A while. Do not worry, she will not turn. I took care of that.” He sighed and removed his glasses from his face, pinching the bridge of his nose before rubbing his weary eyes.

Placing his glasses back onto his nose, Victor looked over to Sidd and gave him a sympathetic smile. “I am sorry for your loss, monsieur.” Victor moved over to Richard’s bedside once again and picked up the chair before moving it over to an empty space away from the doors but near to where Richard was laying that wasn’t right beside him. Victor walked back over to Kris, Sidd and his new patient.

“Could you help me moving this waste pile, young man?” He looked to Sidd as he hooked an arm under the prisoner’s, motioning for Sidd to do the same. They moved him over to the chair that Victor had placed down. “Thank you for your help.” Richard watched from his spot on the bed and gripped the handle of his shotgun tightly when he heard the door opening to the infirmary again. Richard’s face was looking like fizz when he saw Maria entering. He gave her as dark a glower as she gave him. He said nothing to Maria though.

Looking up, Victor saw another young woman entering that looked strikingly similar to the current young lady that was here currently. Victor stood upright and kept a foot on the bullet wound on the prisoner’s leg, making him scream in pain. He looked between the girls and Richard and began to put the pieces together little by little. Yet neither of these girls looked as if they had seriously beaten someone just recently. The newcomer had some grazes on her hands but not many, and there was not enough bruising there to account for the amount of injury that Richard had encountered. There was clearly another perpetrator. It was the same no matter where you ended up, people were out to kill each other along with the Walkers.

Sighing, Victor got to work with tying their new guest onto the chair. He refused to waste resources on this man and no one would force him to do otherwise. He didn’t appear to be close to death and his blood loss was stemmed before Victor aggravated the wound again. Walking over to Richard, Victor took his belt from his body. “Oi Doc! I fucking need that!” Victor simply flicked Richard on the forehead before walking off with his belt.

Victor used the belt on the prisoner, tightening the leather above the wound on his leg to stop the blood flow some. He wouldn’t die from blood loss just yet. He would consider closing the wound if someone had a use for this creature but until then, he wasn’t doing it. Richard was grumbling about his belt as Maria and Kris left the infirmary. 

Not even a full moment passed before Kris returned and called in for Sidd to assist her. Victor rose an eyebrow but gave them both a nod in response. “If he makes a wrong move, Richard will shoot him. Be safe, children.” He turned back to the prisoner and busied himself with ensuring that he could not escape the chair that he was now tied to. Richard glanced over to Victor and snorted with angry laughter. “Hey Doc, I spy with my little eye, something beginning with D.”

Victor smiled and looked around the room, searching for what Richard would be referencing. He had been looking towards Victor but there was nothing nearby that began with D. Then he chuckled. “Is it Dick?” Richard barked aloud before wincing at some pain it had caused. “Nah Doc, but good guess. It was dead man.” He glared at their prisoner and pulled the hammer back on his pistol, aiming it at the man’s head. Victor couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Doc, better barricade that door again. Don’t want others getting in or out of here too easily.” Victor nodded and moved to the door, motioning for Sidd to follow him when he realised the young man had not left the room just yet, his eyes glued to the doors that hid the cooling body of someone he once knew. Victor gently guided Sidd outside the infirmary when he realised the poor boy was not going to be able to move of his own accord.

As they stood outside the door, Victor looked at these two young people that were living in the same violent world that he was and sighed. There was a genuine sadness on his face as he spoke. “I am going to lock the door again, be careful and keep safe.” He handed his machete to Kris and gave Sidd his hunting knife. Something told Victor that Kris was more adept with larger weapons than Sidd was.

“I hope you do not need to use these but I’d rather you be safe and silent if anything manages to find its way in through the front doors. Keep your eyes and ears open. I am going to barricade the door so you will not be able to get back inside.” He gave them a nod and returned to the infirmary, closing and locking the door behind himself. He shifted a spare gurney under the handle of the door and wedged it against the floor. They could remove it quickly enough from inside but it should buy them some time if someone tried to get in from the outside.

Victor hated the idea of leaving the two young ones outside and locking them out but he was informed by the giant, scary Mexican to barricade the door and since his last barricade was so lacking, he was not going to make the same mistake again. He had orders and he would follow them. For now. Richard still had his gun trained on the dead man, his eyes never leaving his face.
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