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Offline Lion

Vital Signs [Blink]
« on: September 24, 2017, 12:59:02 pm »
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They’d called him in, but it was a good thing he was heading down anyway. Three hours was enough. There was coffee and sandwiches, and the moment the call came in, they’d been working to decipher it. Grisham waited only long enough to listen to what it said.

“ATTN: ADSTREIA FLIGHT BAY�THIS IS PILOT ECHO SPARROW ANDERSON - OVER�IM ALIVE - OVER�PLEASE SEND ASSISTANCE- OVER�SELF DIAGNOSIS - MINIMAL INJURY - OVER�AIR QUALITY - NOT OPTIMAL - OVER�ENEMY MOVEMENT DETECTED - OVER�PLEASE SEND ASSISTANCE- OVER�NOT ABLE TO KEEP SIGNAL ONGOING - OVER�GRISHAM: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED - HAVE YOU EVER SKINNED A LIZARD? I HAVE!”

He kept that playing over and over in his mind. Mission accomplished. Son of a bitch. She was alive. And it didn’t take long to trace her coordinates. That faint flutter from before. That heart beat, he honed in on it and met with Haruxhir, taking flight out of the dome. She was alive and she accomplished her mission. Out of a lizard no less.

Sparrow “Lizard Skinner” Anderson. It had an interesting ring to it that was for sure. Grisham had been on 18 cups of coffee running through his system when at last he found that connection. He was sweating, heavily, and took low slow and deep breaths in his helmet, and followed that connection until it was getting even stronger. Every throb of it, until it seemed to beat in time with his own heart - desperate and heavy in his chest.

Another low and steady breath when he found her. No signs of any bogies. And just as he expected, she’d been resourceful. There wasn’t any small amount of relief when he pulled her onto Haruxhir. The winds were calm enough, and he had to hug her close to make sure she was safe, wasn’t slipping away any time soon. She was a squaddie sure, and she’d stuck it out here long enough. But she was his squaddie and goddammit if he wasn’t going to hug her.

“You look like absolute shit,” he breathed out heavily. He wasn’t expecting a response and kept her helmet affixed in place. Dehydrated and malnourished, but no serious damage from the immediate viewing. Still, he was taking her straight to DoSaM to be sure. In a crash like that, scraping by, there was no telling what kind of damage was underneath the surface. He wasn’t going to be taking any chances.

Another heavy breath, quicker this time. Fuck if his back didn’t hurt.  But they were so close now. DoSaM was coming up on the scanners. “We’re almost there, Sparrow. Hang on,” he whispered, sending out the signal that he was coming in hot.

18 cups of coffee. Maybe he just needed one more when he got in. Cafeteria had pretty good coffee. And the meatloaf wasn’t good but it would do on his empty stomach. Shortness of breath and he coughed, tasting of iron on his tongue.

“Almost there, Sparrow,” he panted. He saw the indicators on his hud, vaguely in the corners where his vision was getting out of focus. So close, they were right on top of it, and Haruxhir darted down to the landing section.

Grisham slipped off and pulled Sparrow into his arms, holding her as he rushed into the facility doors where he was met by medical staff and he watched her disappear on a gurney. Grisham's breathing quickened and he coughed again, this time splattering blood on the inside of his helmet. "F-fuuck," he panted, leaning against a wall and fiddling with the straps of his helmet. The sound of pressure leaving and he pushed it off his head.

Grisham's legs slid out from underneath him, his chest aching even more. "Sparrow...you'll be all right," he grunted out and collapsed to the floor, vision fading to black.
« Last Edit: September 24, 2017, 12:59:30 pm by Lion »

Offline Blink

Re: Vital Signs [Blink]
« Reply #1 on: September 24, 2017, 02:23:45 pm »
Maybe it was the relief, or just the adrenaline finally wearing off, but the moment Sparrow was safe on the back of Haruxhir everything seemed to slow down. She could hear Grisham's voice, feel his arms grasping her as if she could slip away again at any moment. He had said something about looking like shit and if her helmet were off he may have seen the smirk she was giving him. The rest was just a blur, his voice causing her to stay awake on the trip to wherever in the hell they were going.

She felt him pull her off the dragon, she felt them place her on a gurney. Matter of fact she was feeling everything now and it hurt like fucking hell. Even worse all of it seemed to be going in slow motion. Slow enough that she saw beyond the doctors pulling off her helmet and cutting away at her flight suit, well what was left of it. She saw past the concerned faces as they poked at her bruises and burns. Sparrow saw the closest thing she had ever had to a real father with crimson on his lips as he buckled onto the floor.

"Grisham!" a blood-curdling shriek that roared through the halls escaped her lips. "Grisham, NO!"

Sparrow was practically jumping out of the gurney regardless of the dozens of hands holding her down. The adrenaline was back and suddenly Sparrow felt like she could take on an entire army.

"Get the fuck off me!" another ear piercing scream as she ripped at the wires they had already attached. By now she had been wheeled far enough away that she could no longer see him and she was not okay with that.  The fight was very one sided though she could have sworn she got a good right hook in on one of them.

"Somebody go help him! Somebody help Grisham! He was coughing blood you fucking idiots!" Each time she opened her mouth her words came out in an urgent screech. No doubt anyone in this wing of the hospital knew something was up by now.

Even with restraints now in place Sparrow was screeching and fighting, determined to get the hell off this gurney and at her commander's side. "Get the fuck off of me or I will fucking end you!" she threatened one doctor, her emerald eyes on fire with determination as she stared him down. He went to touch her one more time, she had planned on shocking the shit out of him but before she knew it everything was fuzzy.

Fuckers sedated her.

'Severe dehydration, sleep depravation, paranoia. Bruising on the left side of the abdomen, possibly a few broken ribs. 2nd-degree electrical burns to her right hand as well as the wrist. She's an electro so her chip will also need to be replaced. Some kind of bite mark on her right calf, it will need dressed and treated cautiously. I would also like a cat scan to rule out any kind of brain injuries, I heard she had quite the landing.' The muffled voice of a doctor in her room.



Offline Lion

Re: Vital Signs [Blink]
« Reply #2 on: September 24, 2017, 04:18:35 pm »
"Heart rate accelerated. Averaging more than a 100 bpm. Breathing shallow, short and quick. No signs of outward trauma. Scannings, however, reveal internal bleeding in the lower abdomen, and acute respiratory failure. Sustained tissue damage.... There isn't much that can be salvaged..."

"Fuck, this guy smoke a hundred packs a day or what? Got the lungs of a 150 year old mummified corpse."

Vague voices that barely tinged on the edge of the living. Grisham's eyes fluttered open here and there, seeing passing lights, blinding his vision and he heard beeping somewhere in the background. Someone was screaming his name. Practically howling. Gods would someone shut them the hell up? He was trying to sleep!

Grisham didn't feel himself being lifted up, or the fact that they were peeling off his flight suit. Couldn't say anything and soon all he heard was the steady beeping of a heart rat monitor keeping track of his pulse.

One second there were people over him, only partly registering someone sticking him like a pig. Needles. Eugh. "Goddammit," he coughed, the word only forming and nothing else coming out. His head was way too heavy on his neck, maybe they'd give him a new one while they were at it. Those eggheads were always coming up with something new and amazing.  Damn if they weren't an inventive lot. 

Fuck everything hurt.

He'd seen someone, looked like a one armed ghost standing there with an IV drip next to him and a tank behind him, looking down right silly with his hospital gown.

Did the guy know his ass was hanging out. Hmm, weird, those baby blues were familiar. And if he didn't know any better Yavul's room was down this same exact corridor. Grisham felt sick again and more red spilled from the corner of his mouth.  Oh something was kicking in.

Better take that nap now while he still had the chance.

All the while, he murmured sleepily, "You ...take...care...of Sparrow....fuckface ..."

 

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