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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:50 pm
*Maggie starts to reply to Cora, but turns back towards the door as Tavin enters, and smiles in greeting*
I am, Tavin, thank ye . . . *she tilts her head to study him* Are ye alright?
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:52 pm
Mmm... :::Cora nods, also noticing that Tavin does not seem himself:::
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:53 pm
*Tavin smiles wanly and pulls his jacket tight around him*
Yeah. I'm okay. Just glad..... That you're doing better. Glad that Bard... made it okay.
*Tavin takes a few hurried breaths and leans back, closing his eyes*
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:58 pm
*Maggie is not at all reassured. She exchanges a worried look with Cora, then turns back to their friend, her tone serious* Tavin, what's the matter?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:59 pm
:::Cora notices right away. The lighthearded concern on her face turned into cold seriousness:::
Captain, please open your coat.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:01 pm
*Tavin lets out a deep sigh, and his breath catches for a second*
Its nothing... really. I'm just glad that you're okay. Continue... with your.. talk. You and Bard are... in love, right?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:07 pm
*Maggie lets out a noise of exasperation and worry, her blush returning in spite of herself*
Tavin . . .
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:10 pm
:::Cora stands up and walks around to where Tavin took his seat. She kneels down to be at his level. The seriousness not subsiding:::
:::With as much respect as possible::: You will show me, Captain.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:10 pm
*Tavin coughs and looks at Cora*
You worry too much. You should think more about yourself, Cora. And Maggie.... When you two get... married. Invite me to the we.....
*Tavin tries to get up, but slips in a crimson puddle spreading on the floor, and sits back down, hard. He looks at the two and chuckles. Then his eyes glaze over and he topples off the chair, crashing to the floor*
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:13 pm
Tavin!!! *she shoves back the covers and scrambles out of bed. Her legs are shaky, still weak from being sick, but she drops to her knees next to her friend, trying to find the source of the blood*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:19 pm
:::Cora's arms are there to stipen the fall. She acts without hesitation, lying him down straight on the floor at the foot of the chair. She immidiately removes the jacket, to find two large, circular cavities in Tavin's lower left abdomen:::
:::She pauses a moment. She'd never seen an injury like this:::
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:22 pm
*Tavin's breath is ragged. He coughs, and blood specks dot his mouth*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:23 pm
Oh good Lord in Heaven . . . *Maggie stares at the wound, horrified, but then twists her body to yank one of the sheets off the bed, raising it to her mouth to start a tear with her teeth, and then shredding off a large portion of it to press to the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding*
*she then looks up at Cora* Your time . . . ye have better ways of healing than I do. What can we do? Show me how te help ye.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:30 pm
** Enter Bard from Main Room **
*Maggie's cry wakes Bard out of his daze. He rushes back to Room 7*
Maggie, I heard a--- Oh dear God...
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 9:34 pm
:::She realizes that Bard has entered but there is no time to waste. She commands Maggie:::
Use the sheets that you have just torn. Wad them together and put preasure on the wounds. Be careful not to press hard enough to deflate the abdomen...or, just... :::she remembers that its not use to Maggie if she speaks that way::: don't press too hard, Maggie. Just enough so the blood doesn't come out as fast.
:::Cora reaches back into her belt for the administrator once more. She was starting to think that the Brink was a police force medical aid training simulation:::
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