Connor sat back on his heels when he'd completed the task of wrapping up Thorne's abdominal injury. It was with some surprise that he noticed only then that others had been making their way down the stairs, and that the doors had been opened for the paramedics to be let in. He'd been too wrapped up in the moments he'd just spent trying to save a life to really process anything else that was going on around him. Now that he'd done everything he could, however, he found himself looking away, finally, and with some relief, noticing the abrupt change in atmosphere as help arrived.
Somebody darted over to where they were and grabbed the patients hand. Before Connor could say anything, Temp took control of the situation. Nodding at her, he straightened to his feet, similar thoughts already in mind. "You got it, sweetheart," he muttered, patting her on the head with one blood soaked hand before he reached down to snatch up one towel and the bottle of vodka on the floor, the latter of which he tucked beneath one arm while he wiped his hands off, walking with quick strides towards the group of paramedics, or whoever looked to be in charge.
Where ever his hands were needed after that,
if they were even needed, he would help, but not until he had a chance to wash up properly, and certainly not before he snuck a shot or two from the bottle he had taken.
chrystali
proximity but rp sometime please? <3
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