Immune – 1

Continuation of the new series, Immune.  

Collaboration with Jsmn.

 

Jsmn:

 

After calling him as if it’s the only name in the world besides hers, finally he appeared in her sight. She was aching, in pain, in fear and the cold. “WHAT?!” he was pissed, anyone would know with his tone but what can she do? She’s freaking scared. “I-I…”
“OH MY GOD!” she slowly looked to where he was looking and as she saw what is lying beneath her, her heart almost skipped a beat. Feeling the sticky blood still warm in her hands. Her hand started trembling… she doesn’t remember anything but she knows in the depths of her consciousness, it’s the first time that she saw a dead body. Hiccups started before her tears fall, “M-M..M.-” she mumbled with partial hiccups and trembling voice. She won’t scream, that won’t do a thing but more danger.

 

 

Razor:

 

Instinct to protect even in the event of being in serious pain moved Michael to try and pull Claire away from the terrible face. As he pulled her back, he could see the slick of fresh blood that was now coating Claire in a sticky mess. This would only add to the horror of the situation. The poor girl may have been brave and ballsy up to this point, but even he was afraid of what they had landed on. “I know…I know. Shhh..shh…come on.” She couldn’t get his name out, just the repeated M’s again. But it was the smattering of tears that showed that this was just too much for her to take in. Perhaps leaving that room wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Michael’s own body was now shaking. Most likely a mix of pain and shock, but he tried his best to soothe the girl’s mind as he continued to drag her to the other wall, as far from the body as he could get her. His right shoulder was now lopsided from his left, and while he wanted nothing more than to bang his shoulder back into place, he instead tried to comfort Claire.

“It’s…just a dead body. Can’t bite you.”

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

She’s too much in shock, that she doesn’t mind that Michael dragged her out of there. Away from that terror. She braced herself, calming the thumping heart inside her chest but the tears won’t stop. She clenched her fists on her now surely stained with blood light dress. That’s the first time she noticed why she was cold, with this light dress, anyone would freeze in this place.

“It’s…just a dead body. Can’t bite you.” She knew what he meant and knew he was right. She looked at him, sniffing. “I’m cold…” she answered, rubbing her hands together. Now she knows, he’s not a bad guy actually he’s being considerate, even when she’s nothing but rude.

 

 

Razor:

 

The bite had gone out of Claire’s voice. She like he was genuinely scared of the position that they both found themselves in. As reality started to set in, that they were now in a dark hallway with what was a dead body, and no real lighting or sign of anyone else, Michael’s mind started to come to a very dramatic conclusion of where they were and what had happened. Piecing together the fact that they had been in a barricaded room, isolated from the outside – then something had happened to warrant them being put there. Though by whom and why, remained a mystery. Both of them had wounds and injuries that aside from his now dislocated shoulder, could not be explained, or even remembered. All they knew was their own names…their first names. But was that really who they were?

Why was a dead body outside the door to the darkened room? How long had it been there? And most importantly, who locked them away?

Hearing Claire say she was cold, Michael tried to pull her closer to him. Thinking that maybe his own body heat might help warm her just enough to help her, but at the same time, he knew that they couldn’t stay in this place. They needed to get out. They needed a plan.

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

She flinched a little when Michael held her. Now having him closer, she could smell him. Aside from sweat, there is something more like a medicine. She know somewhere inside her, how medicine and chemical smell like. There is something with their smell, that makes her want to puke. She gently pushed him away “You don’t need to go that far. But thanks anyway…” She wiped the strands of her hair and tears off her face. Now looking at Michael, “Did you fell into something earlier? or knocked over? Like a liquid medicine or something like that?” She asked with inquiring eyes

 

 

Razor:

 

Michael’s attempt to help keep Claire warm only had her react as though he was trying something on. Like…that was the last thing on his mind right now. He rolled his eyes as she pushed herself away from him, and let out a sigh. Still feeling pain in nearly every part of his body. It was his shoulder that was really doing him harm though. Until it was popped back in his socket, he was enduring pain on the scale of 11/10. With her now off him to a degree, Michael pushed himself up awkwardly to standing, and then looked at either wall, to see which looked like it could take the force of his weight, when he tried to slam his shoulder back in. While he was sizing up a run, Claire had to ask something that was so out there, that it had him stop and think for a moment.

“Did you fell into something earlier? or knocked over? Like a liquid medicine or something like that?”

“I ran into the door, holding you. The only thing I can see that I might have rolled in was the blood of the dead guy.” Maybe his sense of smell was a bit out of whack, or he was too busy trying to deal with the pain he was in. Shaking his head, he went back to focusing on the wall. The thought of hitting it in the charge was making him nervous and he couldn’t deal with Claire’s questions on top of everything. With a loud roar, he charged the wall, and you could hear the sickening crunch then pop as his shoulder was slammed back into place. The pain….he couldn’t begin to explain, but there was a sweet relief that his shoulder was back where it should be. Leaning with perspiration running off his forehead, he wheezed as the strike took a lot out of him.

Placing an opened palm on the wall, he pushed himself away from the wall, leaving behind a purplish streak of a hand print. Was this the medicine that she inquired about?

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

“I ran into the door, holding you. The only thing I can see that I might have rolled in was the blood of the dead guy.”
“No..think care-” before she could finish her sentence, Michael started running like a wild dog, towards what she lately known to be a wall just after the collision. After hearing like a crack sound, she pushed herself up. Running towards him, grabbing his arm (unfortunately the one which was just brought back together) “Are you out of your mind?!” She exclaimed almost biting her tongue. “What are you doing! What if you lost conscious here? That can’t happen..” she stopped before she could say her next words. That she would be scared without his active presence.

 

 

Razor:

 

 

“Are you out of your mind?!”

“ACK! LET GO OF MY ARM!”

Claire had to grab a hold of Michael’s arm, the one that was attached to the shoulder he just rammed back into its socket. His voice was shrill, as he tried to get her to let go. He knew what he was doing, trying to put it back in place, and he thought that her reaction was way over the top. Siting that the last thing she needed was for him to lose consciousness. Michael stared at her, wide eyed. Surely she understood that he couldn’t walk around with his arm hanging by a thread.

“I was fixing myself. This isn’t the first time I’ve popped it.”

A look washed over Michael’s face, as he said something that you would class as a memory. How he knew that, and nothing else made him feel uncomfortable. You could see the confusion in his eyes, as he tried to make sense of it all. Wiping his hand down the side of his shirt, he then looked left and right, trying to determine which way to go. They simply couldn’t stay here. Michael knew that there had to be a way to get out of this strange building and to find help.

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

“ACK! LET GO OF MY ARM!”
She quickly let go, quite surprised with his reaction. She looked away, when he stared at her. “I was fixing myself. This isn’t the first time I’ve popped it.” She didn’t know, how would she know. He do things just as he wanted to, and there he hurt himself by doing so, and now she’s at fault for actually caring? “You should have asked for my help. I know I can do that…At least the pain won’t be that so painful..” she muttered. When she looked back at him, she saw the purplish stains on his clothes. “Stop…don’t move…”she said with her hand halfway to the slightly scattered stains on his clothes.

 

Razor:

 

Claire probably found Michael’s way of dealing with his own problems a bit much. For example, he tried to help her for the most part from the time that they woke up in the darkened room, but she gave him so much lip that his good intentions were being stomped on. He wasn’t a bad guy, quite the opposite. Just as much in the dark as she was about everything that had happened to them before they woke up. His overreaction to her touching his arm was like a knee jerk reaction, and not meant to upset her. He listened to her apologize, if you could call it that and then she must have seen something that caught her attention. Like a total derailment from the issue with his arm.

Claire moved her hand towards his shirt, and when Michael looked down, he then noticed the purplish stain that was on his shirt. It was the exact place where he wiped his hand. This caused him to raise his hand, and then it became clear that he must have placed his hand in some sort of liquid that was not blood at all. It didn’t smell like blood, or have the same coloring.

“What the hell is this?”

He turned over his wrist to see if it was on the back of his hand as well.

“You know how I thought that this…might be some sort of hospital?” Michael started. “I think it is. Or was.”

Michael then saw a colored number sign on the wall. It was a green three. So this must be the third floor. Michael then put his soiled hand up to Claire’s face.

“What does it smell like to you?”

 

Jsmn:

 

“What the hell is this?”
That’s what she wanted to know too. It obviously doesn’t seem like blood, is it what she smelled before? Medicine? What type of medicine would that be? She thought still looking at the stains.
“You know how I thought that this…might be some sort of hospital?”
“I think it is. Or was.”
Now, with the circumstances maybe he’s right and it’s stupid of her to made fun of his theory before. Still, her attention on the stains on his clothes. Then she snapped, as he put his hand almost inches away from her face.
“What does it smell like to you?”
“God! You don’t really listen! I just told you not to move and you kept on moving…” She exclaimed, now she sounds like a mother who kept on nagging her son about not being obedient. “What do you think of me some animal?” She murmured, almost pouting. “Now, I’ll hold your hand, Okay? Try not to make me kick you if you try that reaction earlier again with me…” She said, “Understood?” she asked.

 

 

Razor:

 

Michael’s face fell when Claire sounded off at him….again. It was just like when they had been in the darkened room at the beginning of this nightmare. By offering up his hand for her to smell, he was doing so to see if she could give him a clue as to what it was he had on it. But she yelled at him, her voice like that of a nagging mother to her son. It really wasn’t very nice. In fact, Michael cringed and his shoulders lowered just a touch. She begged the question that he considered her to be some kind of animal. That was the furthest idea from his mind. “No.” He answered, looking a bit upset that she’d even suggest it. She told him point blank that she was holding his hand from here on out. Michael wasn’t a kid, but he was starting to feel like one. Should he just give in and let her take charge? For now at least, he’d concede defeat.

“Yes Ma’am”

 

Jsmn:

 

She sighed, and gently held his hand. “What if it’s poison? you have too many open wounds…and you just carelessly scattered the liquid on your hand like this” She said carefully leaned her head towards his hand. “I just met you moments ago, but you’re all I have for now, I don’t want you dying stupidly like that” She added, then started sniffing. She stopped for a moment, surprised that she clearly remembers that smell. From before, she’s not sure but knew that scent was familiar and now that she could smell it clearly, she’ knows for sure what that liquid was. “Dermabond.” she said. “It’s dermabond…” she chuckled foolishly being over cautious over nothing serious.

 

Razor:

 

“It’s derma what?”

Michael had no idea what dermabond was. But from the reaction that Claire was experiencing, it wasn’t the dangerous substance that she thought it could have been at first. The young male continued to look puzzled, but he wasn’t about to raise his hand again, since Claire was liable to go off the deep end.

“So I can’t die from it. That’s reassuring, I guess.” Michael was starting to think that the dermabond was the last thing that they really needed to worry about. He exhaled loudly, before looking down at her once again. When she mentioned that while she didn’t know him well, he was really all she had as there was no sign of anything or anyone living in the building they were in.

 

Jsmn:

 

“It’s derma what?”
“So I can’t die from it. That’s reassuring, I guess.”
“Yes you can’t. It’s Dermabond, a kind of wound closing medicine. I think you need to really, scatter that on your arms. I see some wounds there…” She said. “You see…I think I’m starting to regain a bit of my memory. I really know that scent, as in knew it. Maybe I’m a doctor’s daughter or a pharmacist’s? or maybe I was dead sick just before this happened and been in the hospital?…and was left here to die…” she said, embracing the idea that they are in a hospital building. She suddenly started to get a little depressed. She doesn’t know if she likes to even remember what she had forgotten, maybe this thing happening was her way out of her maybe sympathetic life. “Well…at least they left you too with me…I’m not completely alone” she said with a faint smile.

 

 

Razor:

 

“I knew that.” Michael made a face like he was trying to cover up the fact that he didn’t really know what dermabond was. But by the sounds of it, this purplish gunk was actually helpful. Looking at his arms now, he could see that there were cut like abrasions, and he started to slap his wet hand up and down his arm, before smacking his hands together and then rubbing it into the other arm (which was still sore). Claire might have said not to let go of her hand, but considering that he was actually wearing something helpful to him, he might as well put it to good use. As he went about his self medicating, Claire spoke about how she felt that due to knowing the smell and recognizing the ointment then maybe she was getting a little bit of her memory back. But that is the funny thing about memories. Some things like certain smells, or tastes can invoke reactions that may give you only a puzzle piece of the full picture. And when you look at just that one piece out of say…a thousand, you really can’t see what it what it all is.

As much as he didn’t want to burst her bubble, at her thoughts about their current situation, but he was starting to wonder about the whole being left here with a purpose. Like why were they left in a locked room? And how long had they been there? Were they left there to die?

Claire’s only consolation was the fact that she was not alone. The problem was she didn’t know anything about Michael, just as he didn’t even know himself. What was to say he was a good guy? What if…their memories were erased on purpose?

“Instead of guessing who you might be, or why you are here with me; perhaps we should go look and work out exactly where we are first. You may not like what you find.” Michael was trying to be realistic about where they stood.

 

Jsmn:

 

“Instead of guessing who you might be, or why you are here with me; perhaps we should go look and work out exactly where we are first. You may not like what you find.”
She knows that. Guessing won’t help, but it makes her feel less lost and scared trying to figure out…guessing who and what kind of person she is. Even if it would turn out to be wrong, it’s better than nothing. “I know that…” she answered, now feeling like she was being stupid. She worked her way to what she can tell is a window, but tried not to stray away from Michael. She thought for a moment staring, if the windows are painted, or covered somehow. She wiped it with her hand, but she still can’t see anything through the window. “What the-” she muttered and try wiping it again. “Michael come here..” she called him. “It’s the same, it’s dark outside. If it’s night there should be at least a street light out there, but I can’t see a thing.” she added.

 

 

Razor:

 

It was almost like, they would answer each other in defense. Not being totally honest to save face perhaps, or to stop from feeling stupid. They hadn’t really gotten off to the best of starts, and it was plain that some of the behaviors that each exhibited rubbed off on the other. But if they were to find out what happened, and who they really were, then they were going to have to work together, and put all differences aside. Michael was trying to roll his shoulder and get his muscles working properly, as Claire wandered over to what was a window. This was probably the furtherest distance they had been apart so far, and of course what she discovered was that the world beyond the window was pitch black. No house lights, no car lights, no street lights. Ambling over, Michael peered through the window, scrunching up his face as he tried to make out shapes in the dark. It was as though there was a massive power black out. The kind when there is a serious storm, or simple government power shedding. But given the lack of people…or signs of life, Michael was starting to get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Drawing back from the window he said.

“I don’t like the look of this.”

He turned to face her, his face turning pale. “What if….there is no one else out there?”

 

 

Another horrific crash at Mount Panorama.

This is the big weekend for V8 Supercar racing in Australia, with the action having started yesterday.  But already there has been two crashes that have brought the races to a stop, with the first one yesterday, when Chaz Mostert’s V8 supercar slammed into the wall barriers up on the mountain, taking out a fire Marshall box and injuring five.  Both he and one of the marshals had to be airlifted to hospital.  Today, in one of the support touring car classes, there was the second crash down Conrad straight, when Damien Flack slid off the road and rolled his car till it disintegrated.  Thankfully he was taken to hospital and is said to be okay.

 

The big race is tomorrow, live on the Ten network Australia.

Taking Elissa home – GS.

Scene setting : New York Presbyterian Hospital

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Elissa scoffed at the boys’ reaction to her; it was like they were teenagers around a cheerleader or something. It was flattering, to be sure, and Tommy’s little jest about not washing his face actually had her feel like she was blushing. Even if it wasn’t something she was used to, she was grateful for the treatment, and she had to admit that she liked it a little bit. As Tommy got her some water, she’d gratefully flash him a smile and cradle the drink in her good hand, sipping at it slowly as he asked about her prospects of escape from this place. The doctor had been a little wishy-washy with her, but she had a good idea from other injuries. Putting her water down reluctantly, she signed, ~Probably within a few hours, once they know I’m out of the woods.~ However, afterwards she sighed and looked down, shaking her head with a whispered groan. ~I really don’t want to spend any more time here than I have to.~ If there was one thing that she hated, it was sitting around doing nothing when there were important deeds that needed doing.

Of course, once Frank brought up the subject of the Commander, she grimaced and nodded her agreement, still drinking her water… up until the p*rn comment, which promptly had her spitting back into her cup. Coughing a little, she looked at him with an expression along the lines of ‘Really? You went there?’ before letting it go with a shake of her head. Regardless of colorful language, she knew that he was right; that idiot commander had basically ruined the case and put more people in danger because the guy was probably getting kickbacks under the table. Sighing, she shook her head sadly and downed the rest of her water, smiling a thanks to Tommy before adding to Frank, hopefully with Tommy translating for her, ~I’m sorry this backfired so badly, Frank. I wish we had something to show for this mess.~ Her expression was utterly sincere, she felt bad for failing Frank; this was his chance to finally prove his innocence, and they blew it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Frank and Tommy both spoke at the same time, when Elissa said she was sorry that their attempts to find evidence and get a witness statement backfired so badly. It wasn’t her fault and if anything they should be sorry for putting her in the line of fire. It was foolish to think that someone like Joey Patone didn’t have a mark on him. When you play with fire, you often get burnt.

“No no no, Elissa. Come on. Don’t be sorry. So…we had a set back.” Frank said, trying to be upbeat considering the fact he had to hand in his service revolver. Tommy on the other hand was more realistic. “We didn’t get the guy we wanted, but I am pretty damn sure that we were screwed the moment the Commander entered the scene. The guy is so crooked, I’m sure he has a hand in what happened. He was all too eager to pin this on Frank, when it was bleeding obvious that it was a sniper that shot Joey…..and you.” The journalist making a point of including Elissa in his deductions. “All we gotta do now, is figure out what we are chasing….and who.”

It seemed that this had gone from investigating what killed Rory, to a murder case on one Joey Patone – and the attempted murder on Elissa. In Tommy’s mind the most important thing to do was to see that the Commander’s ideas of Frank’s involvement in the crimes was quashed.

Looking at the time, and taking into consideration that Elissa didn’t want to stay in hospital a moment longer than she needed to had Tommy ducking outside to see if he could find a wheelchair, to wheel her out. Frank watched Tommy leave and then asked Elissa. “You know I am not going to rest until I find out who shot you, right?”

Frank reached for her hand, squeezing it lightly, as Tommy snuck back in with a wheelchair.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s break this babe outta here.”

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was… a little strange to be told that she hadn’t screwed up even when she knew damn well that she had. Even though she was a civilian now, she of all people should’ve been the combat expert; she should’ve been the one trying to protect them, not the other way around. But, Frank was probably right, no sense dwelling on one mistake. And what Tommy had to said actually got her back on her mental feet. No, not because it was encouraging, but rather because it got her blood boiling something fierce. What he said made perfect sense, and probably explained a great deal of the trouble that Frank had been having in his case even before she and Tommy got involved. And it also suggested some answers to some things she’d witnessed during her time in the force, things that had slipped by unnoticed due to a sort of optimism on her part, but now made perfect sense. Hopefully she was wrong on that and she was just jumping to conclusions, but whatever happened they knew that the Commander was likely not going to rest until Frank was out of commission, if nothing else.

And if he really was responsible for what happened in Joey’s apartment, then she had some personal reason to fry that pig’s bacon.

However, her enthusiasm was quelled by a simple reminder: she was wounded and stuck in this stupid hospital. When she felt Frank’s hand on hers and heard those words, she turned to him with a slightly surprised expression. Did Frank actually care that much about her? It… was actually kind of touching. Without intending to, she gave him a sweetly grateful expression, squeezing his hand back. Thankfully she toughened right back up and flashed him a weak but intense smile. Even if she couldn’t be on the field thanks to her injury, she wasn’t about to abdicate. Her pride wouldn’t allow it. Even if they never caught the shooter, this enterprise had her full support…

And then Tommy came in with the wheelchair, and suggested on busting her out. Oh, if he only knew how often that happened with her. Giving him a go ahead with a wicked smile, and signing for him to get a bandage and some cotton to help her with the IV. Really, she didn’t need too much help, just needed him to keep pressure on the area with the cotton while she turned off the drip and pulled out the needle. After that she bandaged herself up, already quite used to pulling that off even before SWAT, and then reached up for a hand to get into the chair. Once in, she gestured for one of the guys to get in back for her, then gestured like she was telling an army to move out.

Meanwhile, Doctor Steiner, who had been about to enter, sighed and waited outside, just shaking his head. That woman had been his patient since arriving in New York, and the only times she hadn’t walked out after an injury was when she actually couldn’t walk. He’d let the people bail her out, mostly out of exasperated knowing that she was impossible to keep around, and went ahead and signed her out himself.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Opening the door, Frank’s face fell on seeing the Doctor who had been standing outside. He didn’t look impressed to see Elissa in the wheel chair and it was Tommy who had the balls to call it what it was. Firmly gripping the wheel chair’s handles he gave something of a Cheshire grin. “Oh…hey Doc. You are probably wondering what Elissa is doing out of bed. Welp. After reading a comprehensive article on how people often get better faster in their own surroundings, we..” Frank interjected with a quick nod….“…and me.” Tommy picked up…“….thought we would take Elissa home.”There was a slight pause as it registered with the doctor that these were her friends. Not to mention he had heard the nurse station gossip about the flirtatious Tommy Xo. Doctor Steiner brought out the clip board he had been holding in his hand, as he had half suspected that this would happen. He had the release forms but needed her signature. Once she left the hospital’s care she was no longer covered by their policies. Red tape…and all that.

The Doctor offered her the clip board to sign, before asking both Frank and Tommy to take good care of her. Tommy gave a small salute, while Frank waited for Elissa to sign the release form and then take it from her to hand back to the Doc.

“She’s practically family.” Frank insisted. “I’ll stay with her till she is right again.”

Did this mean that Frank was going to stay at her apartment, or his?

With the papers signed, the trio would be able to head for the lift and then make their way to the carpark where Tommy was parked. Frank was relieved in a sense that they hadn’t had to resort to busting her out, but signing her out instead. Tommy made sure he waved to certain nurses as they left, even winking at the one that helped the boys from the beginning.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa locked eyes with the doctor as they left, and for a moment she felt really guilty at doing this to him. Thankfully though everything worked out, with the guys basically covering for her and making sure that she’d be alright. Of course, it was kind of silly how Tommy tried to explain it, but she rolled with it, not bothering to give him a raised eyebrow just out of a desire to get out of the hospital. Fortunately, old Steiner knew the drill, and had them sign the papers, which was fine by her… though not before Frank commented that he’d be staying with her until she was okay. That… was a strange thought… Did he really mean that? Because it probably wasn’t necessary.

Shaking it off, once they were signed out they were out, Tommy being the flirtatious goof he was as they went. After a trip to Tommy’s car, they were off to her apartment.

 

 

Bedside manners – GS

 

 

Scene setting – New York Presbyterian Hospital

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co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  After a short but intense ride to the hospital, Elissa would find herself ushered into the ER, despite her failed attempts to silently explain that she was probably not really emergency material at this point. Oh, she needed attention, but she thought that there were others that would need help more than her. Of course, she underestimated her blood loss a little and would find herself ushered in regardless of it all. And so she had to endure the embarrassment of being sent in on a stretcher despite being perfectly good enough to walk.

Surprisingly, she’d have a surgeon on her pretty quick, and within twenty minutes the operation would be underway while she laid there helpless under a local anesthetic. Someone had suggested they just put her out completely, but she assured them in writing that she was perfectly fine with just laying still while she lacked feeling in that part of her body. Within an hour the operation was done, though the doctors made sure to get her a blood pack; she didn’t realize it, but she looked pretty darn pale. Still, everything went smoothly, no extra shards and no lead poisoning that they could figure out, and while the wound was deep, it missed anything serious, so instead she was stuck with a number of rather deep stitches.

And then… she was left alone in the room in a hospital gown hooked up to an IV, waiting for and dreading the moment that the anesthetics wore off. Sighing and closing her eyes, she looked up at the ceiling and, in the isolation of the room, she couldn’t help but long for the old days. The days of being able to work with her best friends, the days of laying in her husband’s arms after a rough mission, the days when she was actually worth something rather than just one more private detective trying to eek out a living on other people’s money. For the briefest of moments she almost wished that the round had scooted itself central and down a touch… to just put an end to it all. However, she immediately banished that thought. Jamie wouldn’t have wanted her to think that way. He would want her to at least attempt to be happy… or if nothing else to keep fighting. So… guess she had to figure out a way to convince the doctors to let her out early.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The boys had arrived at the hospital about 30 minutes after Elissa would have. Having found a park for Tommy’s car, Frank and Tommy headed into the ER where they approached the main reception nurses desk. Tommy was first to get the nurses attention. “Excuse me, we are looking for von Pourtales. She should have been brought in about half an hour ago.” The nurse tapped a few keys on her keyboard, staring at the screen with horn rimmed glasses. She soon found Elissa’s entry to the ER and then was able to inform the boys of where she would end up being. “Are you her family?” Tommy and Frank stared at one another, like they were trying to decide if they should tell the truth or not. Frank, was quick to answer. “Ah yes. Got here as soon as we could.” The nurse raised an eyebrow at the shaby looking detective, while Tommy took a different tack. He stared at the nurse’s badge and then leaned on the counter.

“Nurse Cassey, is it? I could have sworn you were on the cover of last month’s edition of Cosmopolitan. Don’t tell me, you’re a part time model.” Tommy gave the nurse a wink and although the nurse was a bit wary of Tommy’s advances, she had to admit it was flattering to be mistaken for a top end model. “Hehehe, no. I’m not a model.” She was giggling like a girl in high school, and Frank coughed loudly while Tommy made eyes at the nurse. “Elissa von Pourtales?”Breaking away from Tommy’s gaze, the nurse then wrote down on a notepad which floor Elissa would be on and who her doctor was. Apparently she was going in for day surgery due to her wound and the loss of blood she sustained. Feeling guilty as sin, Frank tugged on Tommy’s sleeve. “Come on, Casanova.” Tommy blew a kiss to the nurse, who snatched it out of the air, much to the delight of her fellow nurses.

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Going up to the visitors waiting room near recovery, Frank took a seat, while Tommy went to get some vendor coffee. Neither had had any sleep, and were running on adrenalin. Frank fidgeted, picking up an old issue of House and Garden before flicking through it lazily only to be interrupted by Tommy who was coming back with a coffee for him. “Here.” Frank took the offered cup and stared at the black liquid that was being passed off as coffee. “God….I’m almost scared to drink it.” Tommy was a bit put out, but then ever witty came back with. “Well, if it makes you sick…we are in the right place.”He showed a cheesy grin to which Frank simply went ‘Ha…ha.” When Frank took a sip, it was as bad as it looked.

Another hour passed and with it many people. Patients, family, friends, nurses, orderly’s. No sign of a Doctor to speak to them about Elissa. Finally, a surgeon came out of one of the operating theaters and then approached the two men. “Are either of you here for Elissa von Pourtales?’ Frank jumped up and tossed his coffee cup in the trash. “Yes, Doctor. How is she?” The look of worry was now etched deep into his face. He could pass as family easily. The Doctor nodded slowly.“She lost a lot of blood, but the wound was clean. She is resting now. You are welcome to go in and see her.”

A wave of relief hit both Tommy and Frank, now that they heard she was going to be okay. Thanking the Surgeon, Tommy and Frank headed down to her room, where she was laying quietly and staring up at the ceiling. Lost in thought..or maybe it was the drugs.

Tommy came up one side of her, while Frank was on the other. “Hey pretty lady.” Tommy said, leaning over to kiss her forehead. Frank wanted to smack him one. “Dude….you just finished chatting up the nurse. Keep it in your pants.” It was then the two men starting arguing over Elissa, as she would be stuck in the middle of them.

 

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa was largely oblivious to the doctor talking outside, though it was probably just because she was about to pass out just from exhaustion and blood loss. She was pretty lucid though, at least the drugs were pretty mild stuff relatively speaking. There was no desire to have anything like whatever it was they used on her when that damn dog tore out her voice.

However, when the guys came in, she pretty quickly looked down to them, and immediately a feeble smile appeared on her face and she adjusted herself to sit up a little. She had no words to describe how happy she was to see them… and so quickly too. They must’ve come straight here after the crime scene… it… was actually kind of humbling. Tommy’s little compliment got a smile out of her, and probably should’ve made her blush, but for obvious reasons it was pretty mild… though her eyes actually went wide with surprise when he kissed her. Where in the world did that come from? Before she could even get her brain far enough into gear to respond, Frank started ribbing the guy for chatting up a nurse, and she’d roll her eyes playfully, amused that the two were already arguing again.

Those two were such children. Chuckling/coughing quietly, she slowly lifted her hand and gestured for both of them to come closer. Assuming they did so, she’d promptly plant a friendly kiss on both their cheeks. After that she smiled softly to them both cracking her neck and bringing her hands up slowly to sign a slow, ~Thank you,~ mouthing the word so that Frank could probably get the idea of what she was trying to say. Letting out a sigh, she rubbed her wounded shoulder and closed her eyes, though very obviously still aware. It felt so amazing to have people who cared about her again… hopefully this wouldn’t be a recurring situation, but the feelings brought by their interest were very welcome.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was like a school yard tussle over the popular girl, though the girl in question was in a hospital bed and probably thinking that these two grown men were acting like eight year olds. Frank didn’t think that Tommy should be kissing Elissa since he already had a girl. Least, that is what most people thought. Tamika was more…the friend with benefits type of relationship, though Tamika would like it to be more than that. The real reason that Tommy did kiss Elissa was due to the fact he was so worried, and the relief of seeing her in recovery brought about the romantic side in him, much to Frank’s annoyance. Just as Frank was about to reach across and grab Tommy’s collar, Elissa motioned with her hand for both men to come closer. Stopping their fight they both did as asked, leaning in expectantly – only to be kissed gently each on the cheek. This had them both blush and pull back to watch her sign ~Thank you~. Frank rubbed the spot she kissed, while Tommy chuckled and said. “Now I am not going to be able to wash this side of my face.” Frank hit back immediately. “Good, we can change your name to Stinky.”

The fight now forgotten, Frank pulled up a chair while Tommy poured Elissa a glass of water from the pitcher on the side table near her bed. He set it on one of those hospital food tables and moved it close for Elissa to be able to reach. “So when do you think they will release you, Elissa?” Tommy asked, hoping to hear that it would be soon.

Frank on the other hand was still a bit down about having to hand in his gun to Isa. Sure, she promised to make sure it was proven that he was not the shooter, but it still made him feel bad. “That Commander is such a dick. Evidence was right there….right there. Now we got some gunman on the loose, while the police department are all sitting back probably jerking off to those porn pictures from Joey’s dark room.”

 

~RB~