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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.
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.
Michael & Co.
Michael’s frown changes to something remarkably concerned—almost confused—realization kind of dawning on him, the doctor just seems to be repeating what he says. Could that be why Gayle doesn’t like this place very much? Or is there something else. Michael mumbles loud enough for the people near him to hear, “Basilar skull fracture….fracture at the base of the skull. ICP, intracranial pressure. Need to give him something to ease the swelling and drain some of the cerebrospinal fluid.” It’s a hint and that’s all he’s offering. After all, this isn’t his hospital. He nods stiffly when Doctor Nick(in an unnervingly cheerful voice) says they have to wait for the gurney.
David returns to the other two. “Nurse’ll be back soon with a gurney,” he mutters to Gayle.
Gayle nods, “Sounds good.”