Lilith had been a wreck ever since she had been attacked. She was slumped over her desk, a half-drunk bottle of vodka sitting out and a hand wrapped loosely around a glass. Her eyes were closed, but the sleep was fitful. Unhappy. The scars of her involuntary surgery were still…
It was doubtful that he could. The beauty of delirium tremens - in the stage it was in in this man - was that the next step was a comotose state. He didn’t seem to be in one, but there was certainly a degree of brain injury or addling as with most all drugs and a possible concussion added to that.
"Herr" was not in the least bit conscious, and he was probably grateful for that unconsciously. It was fitting.
"Great! Not even the first day on the job and there’s just-” Sophe had walked into a heavy heaping load of dramatic heaping pile of potentially death riddled angst right here. “Why couldn’t it be puppies? Yeah puppies would be just GREAT!”
Not of course Sophe wouldn’t try to help. Help was first, second and third parts to his name. Heck. THere probably wasnt anything he wouldn’t do to lend even a little aid. This was just a surprise.
Triage now became the name of the game.
Breathing? Both checked out, more or less. It didnt help for all the rampant unconsciousness in the room. But the question remained. WHo was more fucked at this moment?
"Come on lady… this has got to be some sort of horrid prank." Sophe couldn’t tell something was up when he unblinking eyes open, being as delicate as possible with the desk ridden female, but he was guessing something was wrong. No one just STAYED unconscious when their most delicate organs were exposed to open air- or at least for now. "I dont even find this funny." He pressed two fingers to the place where her pulse should throb.
Two victems, one idiot.
WHat to do what to do.
the pulse was one that showed no symptoms of shock. The pulse was strong, but there was a rapidity that could be dangerous. It pattered like that of a rabbit or other small animal, not like that of a healthy adult. She was well enough. Simply in a very deep sleep. Or so it seemed.
How many ways from sunday could a new recruit find themselves fucked in the proverbial sense? Well that answer remained to be seen depending on how alive both patience could be kept. More was the question on how they both arrived in their respective states so mysterious their maladies - what with one having a great bottle of clear marked spirits - it was any one of a wonder.
Sophe could think of a few fine words to be had. How long was it since he last craved a drop of fine crisp liquors? Too long. First day on the job has him stumbling in on the worlds tamest party with an occupancy of two. “No decency of even inviting me” muttering under his breath kept his focus from straying into panic. It had been…. so long since anyones life had been intrusted to him: small little bodies with great trusting eyes, asking to be made better. It wasnt much of a far stretch, the tiny asian was indeed light. There was no point leaving her propped up in a chair, not to mention he would want to look over her vitals in a more comfortable place then being draped over a work desk.
"You know you both make for a lovely couple? Really, so charming. What with the both of you being unconscious. I swear if your both out from sampling a few too many I’m not going to be a happy camper, no siree".
Could Sophe move the body on the floor? Nope, not really, well not without straining muscle or two and what with this being the first day and his doctor being a lush. What else could possibly go wrong? Lots. Shame he didn’t have all his old medical equipment.
"Come on there big fella. Ease on over" the floor lurker was pretty damn light a waif in those dirty robes, "Turn your head and cough? Maybe not cough but i need your head to the side so I can get to your shirt. Lady -" sophe called to Liliths body up on the railed gurney where he’d put her not moments ago, "You may want to consider at what hours you take to party for you and your friend."
When was the last time Sophe got to see bare man chest not in need of medical examination? Far far too long…. now where was a stethoscope…
There was one hanging from a wall rack nearby; worn but in working condition. A state not shared by its owner. Lilith was used to drinking alcohol, but coupled with the painkillers and the recently-healed wounds, it didn’t do her any good at all. In fact, it was hindering her healing process.Damaging her poor health even further.