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[guppy_sandhu]

[after this]

With Ramon still on his feet, it's easy enough to get him into the infirmary - even if they have to help him balance so that he doesn't fall over. It's quiet and empty, and Doc nods at the nearest bed.

"Get him laid flat and I'll grab what I need, y'just git shot once or you got more than one place that needs attention?"

He's rolling up his shirtsleeves as he talks (but he'll trash the shirt anyway, there's already blood on it) and moving to a cabinet to find gloves and supplies.

[ooc: Posted on behalf of Doc and Ramon, Guppy isn't there at the moment]

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[latino_menace]

Ramon shakes his head, leaning on Mary Anne a little.

'Just once. Went straight through, back-to-front.'

The shooter was on higher ground so it went into his shoulder and out just below the collar bone.

[song_tra_bong]

"C'mon," she says, helping him over to a table.

"Lay down.




You gonna need any help?" This last is directed at Doc.

[scurlock]

"I was actually 'bout to ask you the same question," he says.

There's a tray on the counter - forceps, scissors, suture materials, gauze, saline to flush the wound out with, a few syringes, and so on and so forth - and he's putting everything on it, washing his hands before he makes his way to the side of the table where Ramon's at.

A glance at Mary Anne. She doesn't seem to be in pain.

"Depends on if he's gonna sit still for me."

[latino_menace]

'Depends on how much pain you're going to put me through,' he says, with a grimace. Because while he has a high threshold for pain, there's also a point where the body just won't sit still.

'Get on with it.'

[song_tra_bong]

"It's not as bad as it looks," she says, scrubbing at her forehead with the back of her hand.

She moves to stand near Ramon's head, ready to help keep him still if need be.

[scurlock]

"I'll take your word for it," he tells Mary Anne, moving for Ramon's arm.

Gloves first, then scissors to cut that coat off, same with the shirt so he can get a look at the damage.

"I ain't gonna put you through hell without numbin' you up real good first, I'd let you drink but I don't want you bleedin' to death on me."

Doc hopes Ramon wasn't too attached to those articles of clothing - if he was, he'll just have to deal.

[latino_menace]

Losing clothes has never been a problem for him. He does give Mary Anne a dark look and says to her;

'Easy for you to say. We don't all have you healing power,' before wincing at a shot of pain up his arm.

'Think it's hit my collarbone. Normal gunshots don't hurt this badly,' he tells Doc, before adding, 'I'll take my chances with bleeding to death if someone'll get me a good scotch or ten.'

[song_tra_bong]

"Remind me to tell you sometime about getting set on fire," she murmurs back.

"And I promise to get wasted with you after this is over."

[scurlock]

"I ain't much of a fan of bein' set on fire," he comments quietly, putting the scissors aside once the shoulder is exposed, reaching for the empty syringe and vial of morphine.

Thankfully he's done his homework, and isn't about to cause Ramon to OD on the painkiller, just enough into the shoulder to numb him up pretty good.

"Hell, I'll buy you the bottle once we're done here," he adds.

Next step: Exam the wound, and he's trying to be careful while the morphine's still setting in, checking the collarbone.

"Yeah, it's broken, I'll fuse it once I'm done cleanin' this out."

[latino_menace]

He clenches his teeth against the exam because it doesn't feel like Doc's being careful, even if he is. The morphine doesn't take too long though and muscles slowly start to untense as the throbbing diminishes.

'Well, hell,' he says, sounding quite relaxed. 'Sounds like we all want a drink so I say we go for it.'

Beat.

'Except you, Doc. Until you're finished.'

He wonders if he can smoke in the infirmary. Hmm.

[song_tra_bong]

"Definitely not my idea of a good time. Drinks sound nice, though."

She rests a hand lightly on Ramon's good shoulder.

[scurlock]

He's picking up the forceps - bullet tearing through two layers of cloth on the way in means there's bits and pieces of fabric embedded in the muscle and tissue of the bad shoulder.

"I won't have any 'til I'm done."

He debates a second, then picks up a cloth instead and presses it into the wound. He wants to soak up some blood to try and see better so he can use the fuser to close off any nicked veins.

"Though if you really want one I ain't gonna try'n stop you."

[latino_menace]

'Sensible,' he says, sounding tired. He fucking hates losing this much blood though it does have the advantage of an easy high when you finally get to hit the bottle.

He's not looking at what Doc's doing. He reaches his good arm out instead and squeezes Mary Anne's butt.

'Go get a bottle, would you?'

He doesn't say 'please' but it's sort of implied in his tone.

[song_tra_bong]

Her smile says she'd break his fingers if he were anyone else.

"I'll be right back. You play nice."

And she slips out of the room.

[scurlock]

"The hell you'd get shot with that took a chunk this big out of you?"

He's going through the clean white rags like they're going out of style, once he's not 'drowning' in the blood coming from the shoulder he grabs the forceps to start picking scraps of fabric out of the wound. They're dark, which makes them a little easier to see against the angry red.

They're getting quite a sizable pile of bloody fabric on the tray.

[latino_menace]

He glances at the pile and screws his face up in anger.

'Sniper rifle from about two hundred yards.'

Edmunds is a fucking asshole. But it could have been worse - could have been a headshot.

'Have I got any blood left in me?'

Just curious.

[scurlock]

This brings up an interesting point to consider.

"I should probably give you somethin' in an IV," he says. "You ain't bleedin' quite so much, anymore, I think it nicked that big vein that runs in your shoulder but if you'd blown it clear through you'd have bled to death 'fore you got back here."

He leaves a cloth in the wound and tosses the blood-stained gloves on the tray, moving to the cabinet to find the plastic bags with IV fluids in them, and the tools to start a line in a vein.

"Lucky he wasn't aimin' at your skull, your friend would've probably been wearin' it if he had been."

Not like he needs Doc to tell him that.

[latino_menace]

'She's worn worse. Fuck, she's had worse. Took a shot to the head on our way back.'

Doc's at the cabinet so Ramon takes the chance to pull his smokes free from his pants and light one up. There's no one else here so he figures no one will complain.

'What do you do to a broken vein?' he says, by way of taking an in interest in his condition.

[scurlock]

"Shot to the..."

Well. That would explain the blood.

Doc shakes his head. "Most docs I know would tie 'em off, but bar's got this patch stuff, y'just sorta stick it over the hole like a bandaid."

He returns with the bag of fluids (and doesn't say a word about the smoke) and nods at Ramon's good arm.

"Let me git you a line goin' then I'll work on your shoulder."

[latino_menace]

He contemplates the implications of sticking what amounts to a band-aid inside his shoulder, but there is morphine and its gooood. He is pleasantly light-headed, though that could be the effects of either blood loss or mixing smoking with morphine. Or both. Either way, it doesn't hurt much.

'She's a Tarot card,' he explains, jamming the cigarette between his teeth and holding his arm out so that Doc can do his thing.

'Queen of Swords.'

[scurlock]

ooc: If this tag isn't okay, I'll delete, I just figured that Mary Anne would be gone for a minute or two and Doc and Ramon could snark at each other...

[latino_menace]

[OOC: s'all good!]

[scurlock]

[I figure ramon can tag back and then we can resume the original order with mary anne returning with the blessed booze? XD]

[fightingthecage.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Mary Anne want to come back in at this point? Also, I dont think I'll be around for tagging back tonight, had a long day at work and baby is not all that well so I think it'd be wise to grab sleep. Ugh, real life.]

[walksbyherself]

[ooc: great minds think alike. no worries about needing to sleep; I know the feeling. :)]