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Post by Rhea on Dec 2, 2013 19:09:46 GMT
Pain. She didn't even register what was causing it until suddenly her vision was flooded with red, and she gasped sharply, dropping the dish rag she had been wiping the counter with, she reached up to her eye. The blood wiped away, and she could see again, but it was still flowing, hot and throbbing, from a cut above her eyebrow. One of her coworkers grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her around, lifting a cloth to her eye, she held it in place while they searched for a bandage. She closed her eyes, trying to keep the blood from seeping in again... and to keep the tears welling up in them from falling. She kept telling herself that she wasn't going to cry, even as she assured the other bartender that she was okay.
A fight had broken out at the bar; not anything new, but someone had wound up cracking a bottle over the other guy's head, and a shard of glass had cut a deep gash into Rhea's forehead. They said she should go to the hospital... but hospitals meant showing ID. She shook her head and forced a smile as they taped a heavy bandage to her forehead, and finally decided she ought to just go home. It was just a little cut, she told herself, even as she pressed her fingers to the already wet bandage and they came away spotted with blood. She felt a little light-headed... but she could make it home. It wasn't far. And she'd be just fine, she kept telling herself as she ambled down the dark streets, trying not to stumble. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea....
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Post by Dr. Anita Nolan on Dec 2, 2013 20:07:33 GMT
When the woman walking down the street stubbled it drew Anita's eyes to her out of the newly formed habit of knowing her surroundings--you never knew what was on the same street as you. Almost always a stranger, but sometimes int he form of men she knew better then to trust on sight, sometimes in the form of drunken fools who might not make it home, and other times it was as the woman, and they were injured from one reason or another. Boyfriend, girlfriend, mugging . . . .worse . . . .
Even though she had just came from work at the hospital were she worked as a general doctor, and she was supposed to go early in the morning to the clinic in T.C. were she worked two days a week (only two days because of the risk of being there, and the days were always spaced apart), Anita knew she had to at least try to help the girl. How could she sleep at night not knowing if the girl made it some where safe. Walking closer, she spoke up. "Are you alright? You look injured. I'm a doctor." She explained, and upon a closer look knew the cut was deeper then it had first looked. "You should come with me to the hospital. That needs to be seen too."
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Post by Rhea on Dec 2, 2013 21:08:35 GMT
Wow... she was getting pretty dizzy, pausing to rest a hand on the wall next to her, while she took a few deep breaths. Someone approached, and she put on an automatic smile as she turned towards her. "What? Oh, no, I'm okay! Really, it's just a small cut. I'll be fine once I get home." Saying it out loud, even she struggled to believe it. Her head was swimming. "No, I -I can't. I... don't like hospitals." Which was true, she always got creeped out in hospitals... they were familiar in the worst way. Ever since her accident, she just couldn't stand them. But it wasn't the reason she was avoiding them tonight.
"Thanks for your concern, but I'm all right." She forced herself to smile brightly to reassure the stranger that she was okay, before she stood up straight to continue on her way. The bandage over her eye was completely soaked through with blood now... so it couldn't possibly bleed much more, right? But when she only made it a few steps before the spinning started, she began to rethink that. "I can't go to the hospital." She insisted, they would need ID and then she'd be found out."
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Post by Dr. Anita Nolan on Dec 2, 2013 22:09:19 GMT
It was a common phobia, to be afraid of hospitals, but Anita also knew there were times where you needed help and could not avoid it. "You can't even walk properly, if you do not get that stitched up then you could loose more blood then you already have. Heads tend to bleed a lot." And it looked like she had bleed plenty. Blood soaked the bandage, and who knew if this was the first or third she had tried to use to stop the bleeding. "You need to lie down so you don't fall, and you need to get that closed up before you bleed to death. Trust me, I am a doctor. I know how this works."
"Please, let me take you to my work and get you patched up." Then it occurred to her that there might be other reasons someone would want to avoid someplace such as a hospital. When she had escaped Manticore, she had gotten a new id, and it had cost her quite a bit of money. After working with the sort of 'people' from T.C. she knew even humans had reasons to not want to be found. "Or let me take you to your place, and do it there. You need medical attention."
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Post by Rhea on Dec 3, 2013 6:05:44 GMT
Heads tend to bleed a lot, she felt like she'd heard that somewhere before. She turned to look at her, eyes aghast. "Bleed to death?" She repeated, no, she wasn't going to die from a little cut like this... was she? Well, if this woman was telling the truth, apparently she was. And she was a doctor, apparently. And she was feeling a little on the... wibbly-wobbly side. Actually, medical attention was starting to sound really good right about now... yeah, she'd blow her cover and probably fail her entire reason for returning to Seattle, but then again, she'd be alive. She was starting to come around, when the doctor lady offered to look after her back at her own place.
"Really? You would do that?" She looked at her with unabashed gratitude written over her face, she hadn't come to expect much kindness from strangers in this city, but if this woman was willing to go out of her way to make sure she didn't die... well, maybe there was hope for the world yet! Rhea smiled and nodded. "I don't live far from here, I mean, it's not much, but it's what I've got."
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Post by Dr. Anita Nolan on Dec 3, 2013 14:14:09 GMT
Bleed to death wasn't that far off. If she was stumbling around now, she could have fallen anywhere and with in a few hours she could be dead. While Anita hoped it wasn't that bad--sometimes even smaller head wounds could produce large spouts of blood--she knew there was only one way she could make sure. "In today's world, no one lives too fancy. Trust me, I wont be surprised." She hoped.
Reaching slowly out, Anita took her by the arm, and helped her stand better, by taking the weight she could. While Anita had a small body frame, her hours of lifting people from bed to bed, made her used to holding the weight. "My name is Anita Nolan," She told her as they begin walking toward wherever they were going. "How far is your home?"
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Post by Rhea on Dec 4, 2013 3:24:54 GMT
The place she was living now was a far cry from the house she barely remembered growing up in, much less the one she had run away from to come here... and yet it felt more like home. She couldn't really explain it, except that she'd always felt out of place there. She let the doctor lady take her by the arm and support some of her weight. "It's on the next block, the big apartment complex there." It was a really run down building, but they hadn't asked for references and had been willing to accept rent in cash without questions or ID, so it had fit all of her criteria.
"I'm Rhea," she told her, if she was going to come over to her house, she ought to know her name. Rhea led the way over to the metal grill of her building door, fumbling in her pocket for the key, she let the both of them in. "My place is on the sixth floor... sorry, there's no elevator." She felt kinda bad about that, but when she'd gotten the place, she never anticipated someone having to get her up the stairs. But even if the elevator did work, it wouldn't be a good idea to take it with all the power outages.
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Post by Dr. Anita Nolan on Dec 5, 2013 22:12:56 GMT
Anita helped her through the door and then forced herself to hide her thoughts about the steps. While steps were the norm in their lives after the plus, it was hard to think of six floors when you were almost holding a girl up on her feet. "Oh, well that's nothing. We can do it!" She hoped, but apart of doctor training was often making sure people knew you had faith in them, because that made them think they could do something.
"Why don't you distract us from the steps by telling me how this happened. You don't have to give me details about places and people, but I need to know the basics. Were you stabbed or anything? So I know what I will be looking at once I get you up here?"
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Post by Rhea on Dec 5, 2013 22:30:48 GMT
Rhea grabbed onto the railing with her free hand, making sure to put as much of her weight on it as she could. She was feeling light headed, but she could still walk... not so much in a straight line, but now that she had the railing on one side and Anita on the other, that wasn't such a problem. The already dim lighting of the stairwell flickered threateningly, and she just hoped that it held out until they got upstairs. She had some candles in the apartment, but it would be a long dark climb if the lights went out before they got there.
"Um... there was a fight at a bar I work at." She explained, that much would be okay, right? "Someone smashed a bottle, and I got nicked by a shard of glass. I guess it's a lot worse than I thought..." she trailed off, trying to force a smile. She definitely hadn't thought it was this bad when she'd left the bar.
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Post by Dr. Anita Nolan on Dec 10, 2013 19:37:07 GMT
Ok, a bar. She was both a little surprised, and hiding it well. The girl didn't quite look the type to be a bar worker, but in this day when did anyone look their type. "Ok, I can deal with that with no trouble." As long as their wasn't loose glass in the cut, then it might get tricky but one thing at a time. "We will just get you home and patched up."
She helped Rhea to the sixth floor, and let her lead them toward the room where she lived. "Once we get in there, I will just need a place to wash my hands to make sure there's clean, then I have the rest in my medical bag." It was almost standard to carry ti around in these days thanks to everything happening. You never knew when you could be called to an on-site emergency.
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