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Ah yes, he supposed he never considered that. Hunters desiring to showcase their kills, entomologists, possibly even animals for display in museums and schools. He was still sure that it wouldn't have been to his personal tastes, the hours of work and attention to detail alone putting him off, but he had to appreciate the artistry of it all.

While Jack began to follow up, Connor moved closer to the wolpertinger on display, intending on giving it a more thorough look over, when the screams and shouts began somewhere behind him. He turned, concerned honestly more for his own immediate safety from whatever was going on, just in time to see milling bodies, a nurse crouched on the ground with what appeared to be someone having a seizure at her feet. All too quickly, before he could even formulate a thought about whether or not he should he should or could do anything to help, more chaos erupted, and while Jack stood by and took more pictures, all Connor could do was watch, stunned, as the person (it was a person, wasn't it??) got to their feet and ran, moving like an unstoppable hurricane through the crowd and heading right their ******** way oh shi--

"Jack! Move!" He yelled while himself while backing himself up just in the nick of time as the thing ran past.

Yes, thing was what he was going with.

"s**t man. s**t. What the ******** was that?" Eyes were wide as straightened, and for several moments, all he could do was stare in wonder at the utter strife left in the wake of the commotion. People were hurt, bleeding. The booth owner had moved away, his words fuzzy in Connor's head, which was abuzz as he slowly shifted his eyes across the room.

Dimly, he thought he heard someone say something to him, but at first he did not respond. It wasn't until he realized that Jack was no longer beside him, but over by Chel and the police department booth that he gave his head a firm shake, and made himself finally move.

The nurse blinked yes, eyelids fluttering. Her mouth moved ineffectually, but though she was clearly trying to speak little more than an awkward breath came out. A hand fluttered to her throat again, and her mouth gaped open like a fish, eyes rolling back in her head--

"Dude, I don't think she can breathe," said a nearby student, eyes wide. "Here, I got a first aid kid, what d'you need?"

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“Good,“ Alois replied to Finn sharply. „Then you’ll work with me.

„It’s simple. Someone here needs to get some water. There was bottled s**t around here somewhere. Get some and pour it on the wound. We need to wash out any debris and infecting factors. Make sure it’s an unopened bottle - no pouring backwash into his gaping chest wounds.“ Alois surveyed the quickly growing crowd hawkishly. Some of them would be more apt to act than others; he watched the girl on the phone the longest, since she showed most propensity for action.

„Paramedics will take time to get here.“ Alois wasted few moments in donning the nitrile gloves he kept in pocket, then tossed an additional pair at Finn. „Minutes. It’s a deep cost. Put these on and keep applying pressure. The blood loss cuts some of the pain, but he will still feel it.“ Aleksy sounded faint as it was. He expected in the coming seconds that his breathing would grow labored as his body struggled to push oxygen to vital cells with dwindling erythrocyte counts. He knew not the specifics behind it, but he knew enough that they found no luxuries in field dressing his wounds here.

You’re lucky I’ve been stitching for ages, Alois thought grimly. Doctors should be envious of my work by now. „There aren’t opened body cavities. This is good - I don’t know how to help those.

„Next, ask him questions. Good ones. Make him think. Keep him focused on you. Es geht um sein Leben. I’ll begin after someone grabs the water.“ After considering how permanent bloodstains might enhance his hoodie, Alois shirked the cloth and wadded it into an acceptable compress. Afterward, he joined Finn in applying pressure until someone went and grabbed some water.

"Nothing in a student's first aid kit, you ********," Temperance snarled out. Nothing there could even begin to save the nurse - like you could slap some gauze on it and it'd be okay. "Unless you've got a hospital in your kit, then no." Just then nurse Harris hurried over, looking harried.

"Temperance, go - clean up, help others, I've got this." Harris was older, no longer a student but a full-fledged nurse with several years of experience. She knew as well as Temperance there was nothing more they could do for the injured woman. A carotid artery - she'd be out unconscious in mere seconds from now and then, she'd bleed out. And there was nothing anyone could do. Harris knelt down next to her and reached out to take the place of Temperance's hands, the switch between pressure eliciting a squelch of drenched cloth.

Temperance knew she was being told to go, to clear her head. Nurses needed to stay calm and she immediately stilled, then wiped her blood soaked hands on her scrubs. Reaching out, she smoothed a strand of hair away from the injured nurse's face. Harris was already speaking in soothing tones to a woman who would no longer hear them. Temperance caught the woman's hand in her own, both stained red and sticky.

Chris shuddered, still trying to process everything that had happened. One moment he was bleeding, the next Autumn was there and healing him and the blood was gone and his head just spun trying to process it all.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," He repeated, a reassurance to himself as much as it was to Algie and Jer. The contact on his arm, brief as it was, managed to bring him back. "It's just my shoulder, I'll be okay."

Then Algie had moved and that was a lot of blood and a lot of people and Chris stepped back, trying to see where he could help. If there was anyone, anywhere he could help.

His eyes fell upon someone who looked like they were sleeping under a booth. That was probably a start. He moved over, crouching down over him and raising a hand to lightly tap his cheek.

"Hey man, you need to wake. Some stuff's happened, don't want you caught unawares," Chris said, looking for any indication he was waking up.

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Zac, Zac, where was Zac?! Pushing through the crowd, Autumn frantically scanned for her little brother, desperate to make sure he was okay. When she finally caught him across the distance, Autumn let out a keening noise, and bolted over to where the kid was standing.

"Zac. Zac," Autumn said seriously, whirling him around to look him dead in the eye.

"Where are you hurt. Show me."

Even though he knew he had opened his eyes, Max was still asleep. He should have been wary or ready to help or at the very least intrigued by what he had just seen, but all he wanted to do was rest. Screw the jerk with superhuman strength. Let the real cops handle it. Some distant part of him knew going back to sleep would be bad. He tried it anyway.

His brows furrowed like he was a kid about to ask mom for five more minutes. Max turned... directly onto his bad shoulder.

"Ow. Owwwww," he groaned, flopping onto his back again. He tried to focus. He asked, "What happened?" but it didn't come out nearly that clear.