Theme toggleSCENE LISTING SCENE SCHEDULE Scene Schedule RSS Feed
Owner Pose
Iris Lark     Iris has been spending a lot of her time the last few days in the triage tent. People move around quickly doing this and that. Water is used to clean wounds, and needle stitch them up. People are working fast, because as first light creeps along the horizon, they're moving on again. The Healer is taking a break, sitting on a box in a corner and wrapping her hand with a piece of fabric, a slightly disconcerted look on her face.
Camilla     Cami, she's really tried to do her best. To take any load she could off Iris and Sparrow both. She's had some impressive staying power, and it's showed. She, like everyone else in Alice's car took roket shrapnel and survived it and managed to stay on her feet. She even took a few bullets from a minigun during the enclave's attack. Today however, she wanted a chance to walk, experience, think, explore, get out on her own and decompress. Turns ot, her luck well and truly is shit.

    A few Militia soldiers enter in to the medical area, with Cami in tow, literally carrying her half unconcious body. "Enclave remnants, she's been shot, we need help!" one of them yells out. Looking around for Iris, or Sparrow, or anyone that can help. Cami looks, horrible, absolutely horrible, as though she's literally hanging on by a thread. A gun shot wound still bleeding despite what ever the militamen have done to attempt to stop it.
Iris Lark     Iris doesn't blink an eye, she gestures for them to put Camilla on a table and she immediately starts to cut away the clothing around the gunshot. Her face is impassive as she starts to remove the bullet still in the wound. "Give me room boys, back up." She says, pointing towards the exit. Before they can get to far she calls out and smiles briefly. "Thanks for bringing her here." She turns her attentio back to Camilla and though she might be tired, her hands are steady and she moves with deliberate care.
Camilla     The militamen do as they're told, and despite knowing very little about camilla, they both stand put near by. No doubt she's patched them up already and they know, if she's gone, then sparrow and iris are all they have. There's marked worry on their faces, "She was out exploring, we heard the shots and her scream. We got there as fast as we could, and took them out, but she took a nasty hit" one of them explains to Iris as she works.

    Camilla would no doubt be screaming in pain, and well, she is, but not as much as she should be. The blood loss, and the exaustion has made her delerious. She's mumbling things about her family, talking to people that aren't there, and seems pretty well to have taken a walk off a map mentally.
Iris Lark     Iris nods, distracted, while they explain and when Camilla starts to scream, she gestures for someone to hold her down so that she doesn't move and make things worse. Her brow is furrowed as she closes the wounds, each stitch carefully placed, trying to keep the scarring to a minimum. Not that it matters, anyone who saw these two would say the gesture is lost. After what seems like a few hours, she salves and dresses the wound. In reality, it's only been about an hour since they carried Camilla into the tent.
Camilla     "She gonna make it Doc?" pipes up one of the militia, whose been standing there and pacing the entire time. "She patched me up, took real good care of me" he adds, his gaze staying on Camilla, filled with worry and concern. He clenched his fists and the anger shows, "The enclave are going to pay for this..." he adds, letting out a deep exhale as he goes back to pacing around the medical area.

    "Hey, Doc's done what she can. Pacing about with worry wont do anything more. We've still got a job to do. Let's get back to it, we'll check in on her later." The second man, doesn't give the first much of a chance to retort or protest. "Thank you Doc Iris, thank you very much. We'll be back to check on her in a few." With that, he pushes his fellow out of the area and they're off, no doubt to head back on watch.

    Cami on the other hand, is suprisingly still concious, "Miss Iris.." she says softly, turning to look at her and smiling warmly. "Saved me, got to repay you twice over now..." she adds, coughing and whincing in pain.
Iris Lark     Iris smiles down at Camilla and shakes her head slowly, a slight smile on her face. "This is my job, and the only repayment that I ask is that you help someone else when you're able. The rest will sort itself out." She grabs a cold cloth and gently dabs at her forehead. "You need to rest, and I'll need to keep an eye on this while we're travelling, It wouldn't do for it to get infected."
Camilla     Camilla nods as she closes her eyes and lets out a rather deep exhale. "I've been trying to do just that.." she says softly, keeping her eyes closed while speaking. "My luck is just, horrible. All I wanted to do was take a break, go for some area, look around. Didn't expet to get shot, again." She sighs, deeply, again, and nods shortly after. "I assume we'll still be in the same vehicle with Alice, so, I'll do my best to stay off my feet. I'd rather not let a fever take me after surving all of this hell ove the last few days."
Iris Lark     "Well rest now, and we'll get you to the car when it's time to leave, all right?" Iris says, cleaning up the mess she's made. "While we're on our way back, if we stop again, don't go anywhere unescorted, okay?" She says, stuffing the dirty and bloody rags into a bag.
Camilla     Camilla nods, "Yes ma'am" she replies plainly. "Oh, I don't intend to. Learned my lessons, like, staying in cover and not walking around prewar facilities alone." She opens her eyes a moment and smiles, "Thank you."
Iris Lark     "You're welcome, Camilla." Iris responds quietly as she cleans off her hands. "I'm going to go sleep, if you need anything, call me, I won't be far. All right?" She says pulling a pin from her hair, letting it fall around her face.
Camilla     Camilla nods and closes her eyes again. "Ok, I will" she replies softly, yawning, and slowly turning her head over. It doesn't take long for her to drift off to sleep.