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[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

Hobbling into the infirmary is easier said than done even with Brian's help . Mostly due to the fact that one of his boots is missing, but the fact that each step he takes seems to make a bloody foot print on the floor. Thus the reason that Gene is trying his best not to fully walk with his left leg when it's possible and leaning against the man that's offered to help him. The result is a little hobbling, a little jumping, and some flat out limping. Walking with one good leg isn't as easy as it is in the movies.

"...find a bed tha's empty. They got a call button or anythin' 'round here?" the medic asks as he glances at Brian looking a little paler than when he first entered into the bar.

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[aggro-speed.livejournal.com]

Brian's already looking around, a decisive sort who doesn't like finding himself clueless. "Never been here before. I see a bed." It's on wheels, and it looks easier to prop the guy against the doorframe and shove it over to him than to keep him working to keep his foot lifted. He can move it back if they need to get to something. "Hang on, lean here." He goes to get it in the sort of panic-free hustle you get from some level of emergency training. "What else?"

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

Doc Roe isn't that helpless, at the moment, but he does as he is told because taking orders is something that he's trained to do. Like Pavlov and the dog. "Uh.." he says after a moment raising a hand to rub at his eyes a little. "It needs t' be el'vated an' I needs t' get another bandage or somethin..."

No going cross-eyed yet, Gene! "You seem t' know what yous doin. Medic or somethin?" the question is asked mostly out of curiosity combined with the fact of trying to ignore the burning wounds.

[aggro-speed.livejournal.com]

Given the soldier's uniform, Brian's also going to assume that the guy might be trying to hide how bad it is, and therefore not taking chances. Like Roe said, sometimes it's easier to be the one helping. "Uh, no, man. Cop." Brian's getting what he can together: piles of blankets to go under the leg, there are the bandages, and hey, that might be the call button, so he presses it experimentally on his way back. "The most I ever do is immediate patching until someone who knows what they're doing takes over, but training for it was pretty thorough."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Seeing the men enter the infirmary, Malcolm looks up and comes over.

"Evening, gents. I'm on the staff here. Can you tell me what happened?"

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

True, the wound was going to cause him to be away more than just a day and being on the front could mean lots of lost time. Playing the 'its not so bad' card is his only real option. That and morphine.

Sliding onto the nearest empty bed when he can't stand anymore the man groans a little and tries his best to hold his leg up. "Huh..yous probably get along with Talbert then too. He was a cop in Kokomo 'fore joinin the Airborne." Then there is a pause, a very slight pause as he tries to tighten the bandage around his lower leg. "Cali any different in 2001 than it is in 1944?"

When Malcolm enters Gene turns his head enough to study the man. "Barbwire. Didn't see it till 'bout seven of us got tangled in it. Blood drips onto the bed below a few drops at a time from around the almost soaked WWII style bandage.

[aggro-speed.livejournal.com]

Brian is busy landing from his jump. "Didn't even see you. Christ." He really had his focus too narrow there, but gets back to helping prop the guy's leg up where he can see it. "He came in like this. I just met him at the door."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm smirks at Brian. "Sorry, I can get pretty quiet."

He nods at Gene. "We've had worse in here. Let me take a look."

Malcolm's technique is smooth and professional. He's had more practice at this sort of thing in Milliways than he cares to admit.

"Damn. This is why I hate barbwire."

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

Sitting up as best he can, Gene rolls back the blood soaked pants leg then removes the bandage. The wound(s) once revealed make the medic cringe slightly. There is a gash about 5 inches lot running across his leg at an angle and deep. Deep enough to require more than just a day away from the front. The smaller cuts and puncture wounds aren't quite as bad, but its apparent it wasn't in a very good place to find said wire. "You an' me both, pal."

When Gene can no longer sit up he slumps back to the bed rubbing at his eyes again before going back to watching. "I gots morphine, sizzuhs, thread, needles, an anything else in m' packs if yous needs them."

[aggro-speed.livejournal.com]

"I could have been paying more attention. Kind of zeroed in there." He concentrates pretty well. He frowns a little at the injured guy's reaction to his injury. Time to talk to distract the person who needs distracting. Brian has a Californian's respect for the mind-body connection. "I don't know what it was like back then, and I'm from the East coast in the first place. But yeah, it's all quake-resistant skyscrapers, buildings, lights everywhere at night. The place glows."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm nods at Gene. "Thanks, but we're pretty well supplied here. Hell, I'm from 1999, and I've had to learn half of it myself."

"Ok, hang on, I'm going to shift your leg slightly so I can work on it."

Malcolm has it done before he finishes the sentence. Quick and direct.

Malcolm also nods at Brian. He can tell what the man is trying to do and is all for him keeping it up.

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

Gene's mouth is open to reply when Malcolm shifts his leg. The words that leave his mouth instead of replying about California is a string of curses in Cajun style French that would have made his mouth been washed out with soap. Squeezing his eyes shut tight he replies once he has a voice. "Never..been to California 'fore..Jus' where th' Airbone sent us after Georgia."

"2001..1999...makin me feel old here, fellows.." the medic says with a weak laugh.

[will_scarlett]

Soon after he arrives, Will gets the note and since he was planning on heading to the infirmary at some point, he goes there.

He doesn't think Gene would be as interested in liquor and cigarettes as George so Will just moves slowly to the infirmary, searching for Gene.

There's a grimness to him, its been a hard few weeks and he's got two cracked ribs, he's doing his best to ignore so Gene won't worry, "What 'appened, Gene?"

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

Gene, who has been sound asleep, somehow manages to peel his eyes open just enough to see who is talking to him. A very sloppy sort of grin manages to cross his face as he replies. "Hey, Will. Been a while- where yous been runnin off to?" Yawning slightly the medic does his best to shift a little on the bed- which is slightly hard with a proped up left leg.

"This? Ah..just ran indo some German fencing wonders from WWI. Nothin to bad." Which is a boldfaced lie- he's paler than usual but the medications are making him pretty happy.

[will_scarlett]

"Just been 'ome, 'arvest is comin' up. 'ow'd fencin' do that to yer leg?"

Will knows of wooden fences but nothing that would be quite that bad and moves slowly over debating sitting down in the chair, sitting and standing both still hurt.

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

"A little invention called razor wire..sharp pieces 'f steel straped onto a metal wire..does some nasty damage when you mess with it." With a little wave of his hand towards his knee. Gene opens his mouth to speak again but he stops, eyes narrowing slightly towards his friend. "You been up t' trouble?"

[will_scarlett]

"Sounds a bloody awful thing, least ye got it fixed up. Dinna plan on it, John an I were just talkin' to an innkeeper who 'elps us at times an some men decided they'd try an capture us. Dinna get 'urt too bad."

He finally decides that sitting won't be too bad and carefully sits down, hiding the grimace fairly well.

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

See- one thing about being a medic is you learn to read small signs. Small flinches, small movements that make a person who they are. How they react to things like pain, laughter, anger..but Gene keeps his mouth shut. He's not going to openly say something is wrong as much as he wants too it's just he's not in a position to do so. "But yous got hurt."

Trying his best to sit up a little more seems to almost make him go cross-eyed leaving him staying in the slightly inclined position. "It ain't th' best of things t' tell the truth. 's gonna keep me off th' line for more than I had hoped for."

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, was able to dodge most o'the blow an dinna think anythin's broken just 'urts is all. Least if ye're 'ealin' 'ere, 'ave Milliways time to 'elp ye."

Will's not hiding that he's hurt, he's just trying to play it down since Gene's already hurt and he really would rather not add to his friend's load.

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

To late! Already Roe is drumming the fingers on his right hand against the bed and a little more alert than he was before. "Where's it hurt at? 's a button on th' wall you can call a doctor in here with." Gene isn't really sure where it is, Brian had found it thankfully. "What does it feel like?"

Grunting a little he manages to finally sit up enough to not be looking at Will from an angle. It's a little of a struggle but he's got to get on his feet soon and back to Holland.

[will_scarlett]

As soon as Will saw that look on Gene's face, he gave up on not having to talk about it, so slowly takes off his jerkin and lifts his shirt.

On his side, there's a round bruise and if Gene knows the signs, Will's got two cracked ribs and just a nasty looking bruise from a moving ball of metal on a chain, "Tis 'ere an 'urts if I move too quickly an bendin' isna good."

When Gene moves to sit up, Will helps with a hand on his back.

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

"You needs t' call a doctor. Hurt ribs could lead t' a punctured lung or worse.." If he knew he could get away with it, Gene would crawl out of bed and go find the damned button himself. Don't mind him to much if he starts getting annoyed, Will. Medics generally don't make good patients. Unlike Luz who is just a big baby at times.

With a hand he motions towards the wall in the general direction of the button. "Do it or I will."

[will_scarlett]

Will would sigh but he knows it wouldn't do any good so slowly gets up and happens to find the button and presses it before sitting down again,

"Pressed it, Gene."

[takeusnorth.livejournal.com]

At some point after Gene's been taken care of, Riley finds his way into the infirmary, carrying an unlaced boot in one hand.

"Hey. Thought you might want this back."

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

Looking up from his book, Gene smiles a little. It's a weak one but it's still there seeing how it was still soon after his leg had been sewn back up. "Thanks..don' think Cap'n Winters would like me not havin it to much. Had those things since Toccoa.."

How odd is it to be sentimental with boots? Things were easier back in Georgia..it's why most of his friends didn't want the new boots that had been issued out before the jump into Holland. "Th' wait staff still mad at me for havin t' clean up?

[takeusnorth.livejournal.com]

Riley's not one to tease about being sentimental over little things. Sometimes little things are all you've got.

"Nah. 'M sure they've seen worse."