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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 0:23:31 GMT -5
"No."
Richard said harshly, his attitude seeming to disappear momentarily. His focus had changed dramaticly, more sterna nd demanding.
"With the body in shock, plus broken ribs and an injured leg, but more specificly the shock, I cannot. The body is basicly freaking out, put it to sleep, and it freaks out even more. It'll think it's unconscious and will panic yet again. I'll wrap the leg, get you a stretcher to carry you back, and then maybe I can give you something to dull the pain. I need you awake and responding incase there's something else."
He never bother about the vomit across his legs. To be honest, she hadn't gotten much on him and Richard had seen worse. It was a desterbing sight to see someone throw up blood all over his lap. That was sickening. Vomit was a natural human reaction; blood isn't really supposed to be in the stomach.
Richard's fingers flew like fleas on a grittle. He never once stopped as he searched threw his bag and brought out bandages and gauze. He inspected her leg, gently tracing his bare hands around to wound. It wasn't too big, but it bled significantly. It's possible a major vein was hit. Not enough blood for an artery.
"This won't sting, but it may hurt. I'm just pressing bandaging against the would to stop the bleeding. As usual, DON'T MOVE."
He did as such, never giving Kayla a second chance to think. He pressed a stack of gauze against the wound. He kept layering it, flying at expert speed to bandage it before she moved. He wrapped the gauze to her leg using bandage strips and neatly tied it on the opposite side of the injury.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 0:35:46 GMT -5
"Yeouch!" Kayla yelled as she held Chopper's hand when Richard started working on her leg. "......" Kayla growled and tried to aim a left kick at Richard and missed. She hurt a lot. "Like hell I'm going in on a stretcher," she said as she rested her head on Chopper's shoulder and passed out again.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 0:41:41 GMT -5
Chopper just blinked, trying to get over Richard's life saving abilities. Yes, Kayla was awake and alive which meant a lot, but he coldn't do anything to sooth the pain? She had to suffer while he played Doctor. The clone grunted angrily, and gently squeezed her hand back. He wanted to leave, curl up in a corner and gouge the eyes out of clankers, but that wasn't happening. He wasn't leaving Kayla's side....
He watched Richard bandage her leg, and slowly lifted his commlink and activated it.
"This is Chopper. We need a stretcher to sector 32-01. Make is snappy."
He added the last bit, and looked over as the General passed out again. He bit his lip.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 0:51:26 GMT -5
Richard ignored them both. She could try and kick, swear, or even run away, but sitting up when he kept telling her to NOT was annoying. He sighed as she fell unconscious. On a passing not, he was relieved that Chopper had called for a stretcher; it meant that he could keep working.
Very slowly and gently, he guilded her back to the ground. 'Stay flat, moron.' He thought to himself, setting his jaw angrily. Once he was sure she woldn't kick him, or sit back up, he continued.
Finishing with the bandaging, he slowly felt the leg around the wound. The bone still seemed strong, but it was still very early to tell. He continued all the way down to her ankle, watching her face for reactions.
"Good news. No broken bones, and no need for amputation!" He joked. Yes, there would be no need for the General to loose her leg. He chuckled with sick medical humour. The bandage was holding well, the blood hadn't soaked through. Thank goodness. Her body was beginning to "accept" the injuries at last.
He shifted to sit by her waist, then dug inside his bag again.
"I don't think you understand how important it is for her not to move. She keeps moving, the ribs are going to shift and not set properly. They I'd have to rebreak them so they heal in the right way. She needs to stop."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 8:15:18 GMT -5
Kayla squeezed Chopper's hand back as well. "Like hell that will happen," she said growling. "Shit. Incoming clankers," she added as she pointed to some in the background.
Five troopers appeared with a stretcher. "Did someone call for a stretcher?" He asked.
"Duh," Kayla said, rolling her eyes. "Make it snappy. We've got incoming clankers."
The clones gently put Kayla on the stretcher with a cranky general groaning in pain.
Kayla sighed softly. "Those clankers can't take anymore ground and we need to find that droid base," she said groaning.
"Easy general," KJ-654 said as he gently pinned her down on the stretcher. "You need to stay still so your ribs heal properly.
"...If you---" Kayla started, but KJ-655 cut her off.
"We need to get her off the field," KJ-655 said.
"He's right," KJ-654 replied. "The gunship is just ahead." He strapped Kayla onto the stretcher.
Kayla growled. "Goddamn it," she said as she tried to raise up. "Get that thing away from," she grumbled as the other medic tried to put an morphine drip on her arm.
"Relax," KJ-456 said as he gently stuck the morphine drip in her left arm and then put the IV in her other arm. "She's loosing too much blood from the blaster wound," he said. "Get the general out of here."
"Fuck you," Kayla snapped as she glanced at Chopper. "Take a few of those droids out for me," she said as she looked at the others. "Well, let's get a move on," she said with a growl.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 11:51:29 GMT -5
Chopper nodded slowly as the Captain spoke. He understood; broken ribs weren't really anything to be aplying aroudn with. If Kayla was to be in fit condition later, she would need rest.
He squeezed her hand back before and let go as she was carried off. Hell yeah he would make a ton of scrap for her, there was no doubt about it. Once half the army was destroyed, then he'd start knocking 'em out for himself. Grumbling, he watched her go before sprinting behind better cover. With his back to a tree, he turned toward the oncomming droids.
"Come and get me!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 12:08:48 GMT -5
Whoa, whoa, whoa! The stretcher had arrived, yay, but the medics didn't need to come with it. Captain Richard supposed that Chopper had failed to mention the fact that he was there. These guys answered to him and yet here they were taking over his job. He snatched his helmet and slid it on, then retrieved his gloves.
"Hey!" He hissed angrily, lengthinging his stride to keep pace with the stretcher. "What is this shavit?" He swore angrily, pushing his brothers away so he could get to the General.
"She's lost a lot of blood. Primary survey, gentlement! Your powers of observation fail you! It's called the goddamn Captain is here'!" He pulled out the IV and threw it over his shoulder, the drip coming out next.
"General, General!" Richard hissed, tapping her face gently to rid of the effects of the drip. "Stay awake! You need to let me know which ribs hurt. I'm going to lightly press each one. When you punch one of the idiots around you, then I know it hurts."
Starting from the bottom rib up, Richard gently ran his fingers across the ribs, one at a time on each side. Which one, which one?!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 12:24:02 GMT -5
(OOC: Medic fetchers idiots XD)
Kayla felt someone tap her face. "Leave me alone," she grumbled swatting away the hands that were poking her. Then she felt someone poke her ribs. "Yeouch!" she yelled as she balled her hand up and tried to aim a punch at Richard which resulted in a trooper grabbing her hand.
"Easy General," KJ-645 said.
"Fuck off," Kayla said.
"What colorful vocabulary she has," KJ-645 commented.
As Richard pressed on her ribs, she yelled in pain and instinctively sent a massive Force-push at all the medics and sent them flying across the area. She was not in the mood to probed. "Poking me ain't gonna help you fix me," she growled. "I hurt everywhere so now---" Her speech started slur some as she glanced at Chopper and saw him taking care of droids. She smiled against the pain. "Damn it to hell," she said as she tried to break free and she sighed angrily. Now she was not a happy camper.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 12:28:45 GMT -5
((OOC: lololololol))
Chopper stuck close to the group to keep an eye on what the Captainw as yelling about. He shot a few droids in the head that managed to trample through the grass and snickered darkly. It felt good, really good.
He saw medics fly away from the stretcher, and had actually turned to leap to Kayla's rescue... again. When he stopped mid stride. There was a team there taking care of her, what would happen if he were to randomly show up... again. His heart tore, conflicted between helpign Kayla and doing his job. He frowned, realising that the General would probably struggle if she saw him running off.
So he rejoined them, screw protocol.
"I'll cover you." He muttered to the team, wincing as Kayla yelled out in pain. He did his best not to watch, or even look for that matter.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 12:34:22 GMT -5
Richard ducked as he saw the punches coming. He was relieved that one had grabbed her fist before it contacted his head, but he couldn't help but muse as the medics went flying. That surved them right. The captain liked this general; a colourful language just like his own. Her attitude was similar too. He mentally laughed at the thought. Standing back up, he poked around a little more before coming up with a final decision.
He gently pressed her shoulder back down against the stretcher, keeping her still.
"I have good news, and bad news general. The good news is, that was halarious and I enjoyed that. The bad news is that you have one hair line broken rib, and just a fractured one. The fractured one will heal quicker, and the broken one will need to be watched. You've punctured no vital organs; if so we would have known by now. So in other words, you should heal fine provided you stop moving and listen."
General or not, Richard was demanding; then again, that was Richard. He shot a glance at Chopper.
"Seems fair. We could use the cover and you seem to be the only one that can keep the General civalized." He turned back to the medics, hands on his hips as he watched them climb to their feet.
"What are you doing?! Move it!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 12:43:45 GMT -5
Kayla sent another left kick at the other medic that poked her rib. "Quit fucking poking me," she growled as she Force-pushed the medic off her. "You would think they know by now I don't like them probing me," she grumbled.
She glared at Richard with raised eyebrows. That wasn't good news about the ribs. "...Goddamn it," she growled as the other medic poked her wounded leg and caused the wound to bleed more. "If these medics trying to send me to hell I'm taking one of them with me," she snarled as she aimmed a left kick at the medic who groaned.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 12:50:54 GMT -5
Chopper knew that each medic kicked over was another pain for the both of them. Kayla would punch out almost, no, anyone that got too close when she was in such a mood. The trooper winced everytime a body hit the ground. There goes another one.
He shot a few more droids, watching their bodies fall. He swallowed when Richard mentioned that he could keep her calm. May be a good thing, but Chopper was slightly hesitant in showing any reaction toward it. It could put them both at risk, which is something he wanted avoiding.
A few more droids hit the ground, their bodies hiden by the grass. The dew made things slippery, but there wasn't much to do about that. They just had to move on. More clankers fell.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 12:55:33 GMT -5
"Hey! Mind it, will ya?" Richard hissed in annoyace as another medic was thrown off. However, the General was right.
"alright everybody, BACK OFF. Let ME work. The rest of you just pull your shavit together and just carry her back to the gunship." The Captain spat. The medics quickly muttered their 'yes sirs' and got to it.
Finally they were moving a little better now. Grumbling at the now again bleeding elg wound, Richard stacked more gauze ontop and secured it with more bandage. Never EVER take off the gauze underneath unless you wanted to rip off the scabs the body was trying to make. Grumbling and swearing loudly under his breath, he returned to the rib issue.
"General, I will have to say that it was me that was poking. The one you hit however was not. you're aim is tiring ever so slightly." He mused. "By 'poking', we'll call it, your ribs I was able to tell which ones are broken. Now I will be able to make sure they set properly, banadage it up and you'll be on your first step to recoverey."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 13:03:55 GMT -5
Kayla growled. "Poke me again and I'll shoot you in the head and I won't miss," she spat as she looked at the Captain.
The medics carried Kayla to the ship and to medbey and they unstrapped her and propped herself up and grabbed a pair of crutches and hobbled.
"What the hell?" KJ-645 asked. "Captain Rich. General is out and about hobbling on crutches and now has stuffed herself into the cargo hold."
"Damn straight I have because you psychos don't know what the hell you are doing," she spat grumbling under her breath and laid down on the floor and crawled to a cubby hole and stuffed herself inside, leaving behind a blood trail behind her. She closed her eyes and fell asleep and her breathing slowed some.
(OOC: I have no clue why she is so scared of medics, but those idiots we have with Rich have annoyed her so much that she stuffed herself in the cargo closet O-o).
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2012 16:30:55 GMT -5
Chopper covered them all the way until they reached the gunship and the little medical base they had set up. He shivered at the sight of various brothers being taken in, some missing limbs, others shot, some probably even bleeding to death as he stood there and thought. It sent another shiver.
He watched Kayla disappeared and sighed. Now what? How was he supposed to go out and scrap clankers when he knew she was in there with broken ribs?
Hearing a sound, he whipped around and shot a droid that had managed to slip past the defences. With adrenaline beginning to pump through his system, he jumped back into the bushes to do another sweep of the area.
I suppose that's how.
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