http://ofmibu.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ofmibu.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-11-11 02:49 pm

Luck? Yeah right. [completed]

Character(s): Saitou and NPCs
Content: Saitou being rescued by NPCs and brought to Aiches to recover.
Setting: around Niflheim
Time: late evening
Warnings: none~


Some people call him lucky to be surviving so many battles and disasters, but he really would like to disagree. For one, having one's foot jammed under a million tonnes of rubble is not a nice feeling when one is still alive. And another, one needs to smoke when one is alive, and it is not a nice feeling to be running out of cigarettes either. Also, it seems that having his head bashed made him call himself 'one' like a certain red-headed battousai does. How awful.

Saitou takes another drag from his cigarette, gingerly shifting a little to give his broken left arm some space. He has been sitting here for quite some time now. While he is conveniently hidden from the strange white creatures, he is also hidden from any passerby who might help him. He can call out, sure, but he won't.

He can get out and go to a hospital himself. Saitou will do that once he finishes this one cigarette, or two. That is none of your business.

[identity profile] paixaonpcs.livejournal.com 2006-11-18 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
David would rather be doing something else. He just wants to have a path to smoke in, so he's helping clean up rubble from around his apartment. He sighs, tackling another pile. The smell of cigarette smoke makes him look around the pile. The attacking monsters are gone...it doesn't stop him from being cautious though. There's a man sitting there, smoking and his foot is caught underneath the pile David has been working on. He smiles, "Ah...I should help you out of that mess." He begins removing the stones from his leg.

Yelling distance away, a doctor and a nurse are discussing the aftermath. David doesn't smile, but glances at the doctor and nurse in the distance, "Hey! You two. Someone here for you!"

The two professionals, Michael and Gayle, went over. Michael begins splinting his left arm as Gayle checks him over other ways. She puts her hands first on his chest. "Tell me if or when this hurts." She puts light pressure on the outsides of his ribs, one side at a time and one rib at a time. She's listening for the groan and grind of broken bones as well as watching for him to withdraw from the pain.

Blue eyes meet slightly unfocused yellow ones, shortly after. She frowns, putting hands on either side of his head, using her fingers to feel for bumps. She doesn't find one immediately. She glances at her hand, which has been cupping his ear and makes an odd face. There's blood on her hand, which means there's a skull fracture. She shifts, using her fingers again. She pushes some hair aside and frowns, finding a barely noticeable surface fracture sign.

The two medical professionals discuss what to do with him, since it's obvious that they can't do what Gayle wishes and send him to Paradisio. His injuries are too severe for going that far away. The choices are either Aiches or St. Destino's. Gayle gives in and allows them to take him to Aiches, as long as they get a bill of everything in his treatment plan.

Michael takes off his overcoat and together the three use it as a makeshift stretcher for the patient until they find a pair of cautious rickshaw drivers who agree to work under one pay for two groups of people.