Role Play discussion

Guilia was stuck, maybe she was as worthless as everyone said. She certainly would be if Agent 808 died after everything she did. "1 milligram of atropine to restart the heart...sir, I was just...just trying to help. I'm sorry you may punish me as you wish..." She whispered lowering her head in respect but did pass a picture of the guards with a message saying that things werent as they seemed.

((Pass a picture to the chief? ))

((A picture of them kidnapping her))

((Woa, how did she even get a pic?))

((Exaggerated fictional circumstances))

((... Exaggerate the word "Exaggerated"))

The chief was about to start a cursing onslaught until he felt was was pushed into his hands. "What's-" he asked in surprise as he accepted whatever she was giving him. He stopped after the first word when he saw what it was. He nodded ever so slightly, the only indication that he understood. The guards were deciding whether to make a run for it, but decided to stay considering they still weren't sure if the chief knew about it.

Arthur heart rate steadily lowered and steadied on a very low heart rate. The medics were both relieved and dreadful about his current condition. He was bare inches from death, but he was still alive nonetheless.

Guilia bit her lip "I was just trying to help sir, I can't watch someone that I dragged out of the war zone die...it's not right, and I won't just standby and watch. I have the same medic training and more then your men here, It's just useless without another arm. I'm sorry for overstepping my boundaries sir. I meant no harm..." She said sincerely

The chief held his hand up, stopping her from rattling on. "More training than my medics, you say?" he questioned, looking right into her eyes. He kept the message in his pocket with just the slightest hint of movement before he turned towards the furious medics that were glaring at her. "You heard the lady. Let her try. Just keep her actions recorded and make sure she doesn't have a secret agenda," he commanded, glancing knowingly back at her at the last sentence.

Guilia took deep breaths then snapped on a glove with her teeth and asked for a 10 blade scapel knowing that the problem was internal. She took the blade and slowly cut feeling all eyes on her as she started a pericardiocentesis and fixed the clot that was causing the problems "must have happened when he landed..." She muttered and grabbed a tiny pacemaker and placed it next to the aorta watching the heart best rhythmically with the shocks. She sutured up the wound and had to have help bandaging his chest. His levels went up and she nodded feeling accomplished.

((You a real doctor?))

Everyone looked at her with gaped mouths as somehow the beeping noise increased it's tempo, indicating his heart beat was rising. How she did it, they had no idea whatsoever. Arthur was still unconscious, of course, but his breathing eased up so much more you would've thought someone was suffocating him while he was injured.

((Haha no just work at the hospital as a tech :) just got back from work now in fact!))

Guilia felt proud for once in her life and took off the glove wiping her brow, it was pretty hard work. But she looked at the chief and he looked pleased...thankfully she didnt make an idiot of herself, she did show up the medics because she was smart and trained...having one arm just made it so she couldn't do everything. She took Agebt 808s hand feeling a pulse and smiling as it was warmer then the death cold one he had before.

((You seem to know an awful lot. Anyways, I gtg. ttyl and gn!))

((I like that kind of stuff :) bye and good morning here :) ))

((Lolz okay bb XD))

Arthur could breathe again. His breathing was shallow, but when something in him was somewhat move, everything cleared up. Well, at least most things, anyway. After bare few seconds, Arthur's eyes flipped open with a big gasp for air. The light was blinding his eyes as his pupils adjusted to the light.

Giuliani immediately released his hand so he wouldn't think anything queer was going on and helped him sit up very slowly. Laying flat on his back did no good it blocked off the airway and could collapse the lung. She shooed away the water he wasnt ready to drink just yet, he could choke on it much too easily. She let the chief take over and stood a couple feet away giving the medics kudos on what they had accomplished.

((Sry I can't get onto my com again =/))

((All good :) ))

((It's been far too long! N yet I still can't do anything considering the screen for my computer has been ripped away...))

((Ripped away? And it's alright I've been busy as well!))

((Good. If you're working and have a busy day, it means businesa is good.

And yeah, ripped away...))

((Sorry about that :/ yeah I'm working almost every night))

((Then I hope your days are free, then!))

((Lolz do ya still wanna rp?))

((Yes!))

((I'll post after I get some sleep =P))

((Ok :) ))

((My com is locked.. =( ))

((Dang...))

((I could try, though. Hold on...))

Arthur coughed and hacked as his throat dried and burned to the point that it felt like any moisture would evaporate immediately. His mind still went in and out of focus, one second feeling light-headed and the other feeling weird. Arthur blinked rapidly, still trying to adjust to the lights around him as he slowly gained his bearings.

Guilia watched carefully, minding her distance and yet not exactly scooting away from the situation either. She felt responsible for him, she saved him. No one else could claim that...but he was also an infamous agent and no one would believe that a nomad like her saved his life. She blinked and carefully let him sip some water through a special straw that made it less a possibility to gag on. "Easy...Agent 808" she mumbled and frowned trying to think if a solution that could help.

((Awesome :) ))

((You know what infamous means, right? lolz))

((Famous...I meant famous! *slam head in keyboard*))

((Lolz gtg ttyl!))

Arthur was seeing things. Light danced around him as he zoned out on the infirmary bed. He went back in time, where he was lying down in a hospital. He didn't know what he was doing there, but he knew he was strapped. He struggled, but the bonds didn't seem to move. Back in reality, though, he was thrashing like a lunatic out of his asylum.

Guilia frowned and moved the bedrail quickly and touched his arm, she gently stroke it trying to keep it calm "Agent 808...shh you're ok, you are safe and at the safety hatch." She looked at the chief and moved out if his way so he could focus on the boy. Rumors had it that the man adopted the boy as his own son, and with the special treatment the agent was getting to be well, she believed it to be true.

((Gtg to bed sry ttyl!))

Guilia's hand wrapped around his was the flashback of them holding him down, calling for some help and medication he couldn't remember the name off. The next thing he knew when the flashback came to the point where he was punctured with a cold metallic needle, he lurched back to reality and sat up right, gasping for air as he looked around. The sudden movement made a piercing pain shoot through his skull, and he dropped back down, groaning.

Guilia didnt know what to do but she was scared. She got a pillow for his head and injected in the IV a calming sedative so he wouldn't hurt himself. She didnt know what was going on but she had a feeling that it was pain..."Arthur..." She said hesitantly "are you in pain?..."

"Enstrny!" he half mumbled, abd hald groaned, clenching his teeth as he spoke. The lights started to blur again, but he held on to consciousness determinedly this time.

Guilia grabbed another vial that was part of the ambulance kit, she didnt realize how much her hand was shaking as she slowly pushed it into the IV. She saved the excess though usually you had to throw it out, they didnt have that luxury anymore. She didnt know what to say or do...and found by looking around she was alone with him.

((Brb))

Arthur's hell-like pain started to seize, and he started to relax along with it. His mouth and throat suddenly felt dry, and he was by then dying for a cup of water. His head rolled lazily to the side as he looked at whoever it was that saved him. He frowned as recognition clicked in his brain. "Are you the girl I asked to take the tyres out?" he croaked weakly.

Guilia grabbed the mug from his bedside table and filled it with cold ice water as she helped him drink from the straw. "Yes..." She said quietly, feeling shy and uncomfortable. "The ambulances crashed...you were hit by a flying piece of large shrapnel...I carried you back to the safety hatch..." She said quietly and sighed feeling the exhaustion slowly creep up on her.

For the first time after so long, he realised how close to death he was. How close to hell and damnation he was. A wave of gratefulness and relief washed over him, and he managed to crack a smile as he drank. "Thank you," he whispered. He wondered how the heck she carried him to the safety hatch, but that could wait.

Guilia nodded giving the same half smile, before looking anywhere but his face. She wished that the chief was there or something...something that would ease the awkward tension she was feeling. While he was hurt they were equals, dare to say even she was a bit above him because she saved his life. Now as he was awake she was far below him, the armless nomad that by luck saved him. "Can I get you anything else?..."

((brb gotta get some charries posted while I can!))

((Alright))