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So Estrelas did not understand a single thing about infection and type O pessimist and the such. But she did understand the words "go get cure."

"Then we go?" she asked sharply. "We go and get-"

Dire circumstances forced Eponine to stop being a shy mouse. "Estrelas, I really think that they need you here taking care of things than on the retrieval team," she said carefully. "I mean, think of all the things that could go wrong if you weren't here..." She nervously cleared her throat. "So this Audun, this person, he's like... A... Soldier or a killer of sorts?" Eponine asked sheepishly, but the point of a doppleganger was bought up.

"Are we going to have to shoot this Audun enemy?" Eponine asked.

Einar swayed a little bit as he listened to how the conversation had changed to talks about blood type, and he felt a little relieved in thinking that maybe they had abandoned their crack idea of trying to get to Audun, but he knew that wouldn't probably fly with Lai.

The Russian would do anything to see him live, and that worried him.

He stayed in his thoughts until Shee came busting back in and yelled at him to move and get taken care of, and, seeing as he didn't have much choice or the harpy in her would probably wake up and go at him, he merely shrugged his shoulders in response to it all.

"Fine, whatever. I'm too tired to...argue with you.."

He merely tried to push himself up from his seated position but seemingly failed, his vision swimming before his eyes, and he merely shook his head before he weakly coughed.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move, he couldn't now. He'd been sitting too long.

Was that man Einar a strange one or what? This seemed like the maximum level of cooperation they could be expecting from him.. Eponine wondered if it were his strange past and his strange enemy that had made him that way. He seemed unwilling to admit his injuries and even went so far as to tell everyone to huff off...

The emergency might have put Eponine into a somewhat functioning mode, but her fears were too much to let her help lift Einar.

There. An unconscious human was less likely to notice the difference between flesh and metal. She was cunningly made to resemble and even feel like a normal human, but paranoia constantly told her that everyone could see to her metal guts. The poor young man seemed rather disoriented by the crowd.

"Estrelas, can you help me?" Eponine asked, remembering that normal girls couldn't hoist a young man without help.

"Ahh-ahh," Estrelas consented, and the two girls hurridly lifted Abel up by his legs and waist, then hoisted him next to the bathrobe Shee mentioned.

Lokiari really couldn't help but roll her eyes as Einar touted that a bait and switch couldn't work. It wouldn't really have to, though, for an ambush to work. Judging by how the man ranted on the radio, he would probably want to get in close to relish the kill. He sounded like a man who preferred the up close and personal killing by how Einar described him. And killing wouldn't be totally necessary either if they had a person with a good eye and a steady hand a distance away ready to shoot Audun with a tranquilizer dart. That way, they could capture him and pump him for information - since Einar clearly didn't have any desire to be of assistance in his own rescue.

Of course, if his organs hadn't been too severely damaged and they had a way to strain out the virus...a simple dialysis run should be able to clean it out. But that was just a theory and she didn't want to make mention of anything yet, after all, they had no idea just how small the particles of that virus really were and so had no way of creating anything to pull it out of him. He definitely didn't have enough blood for a run through dialysis, anyway, now that she thought about it. With a small sigh, she almost smiled as Shee finally returned, moving to aid the woman in anyway she could. She might be a little out of practice, but she had served as a combat medic for two years and had some knowledge for what to do.

When the few bottles skittered across the floor, Lokiari quickly moved to retrieve them, pleased to see that Shee was so well prepared for this instance before once again returning to the woman's side and placing the bottles in a neat order next to her. Again the talk of dividing into teams started up, and she gave a small nod though she wasn't entirely sure she enjoyed the idea of some of her fellow LOTUSians, those that weren't even level ones yet who hadn't gotten the hang of missions and things going out on their own. By the way the man that spoke up about unpredictability and hunting, she thought he might be up higher in the ranks and hoped that he was.

As her friend Mokoyis arrived and offered her own blood, a true smile did come to her face, it was nice to know that there was someone she did know that was present. And she was fairly certain that if it came to it, Mokoyis would be a great help in the situation. She had to be, right? Pulling a small tie from her pocket, she pulled back her modest amount of hair before tying it up. If she was going to help out, she'd need to help Shee that much was already growing clear to her. At least for now, she would serve as a medic until it was safe for her to leave to help the others. With the amount of blood Einar was losing and the prospects of having to transfuse blood, moving him, etc., Lokiari knew Shee would not be able to handle it entirely on her own.

When the man who spoke about hunting spoke up again, he sounded much less sure of himself, and that brought a frown to the woman's face. If they were to succeed, they had to believe they would succeed. To think they might not...would leave open too much uncertainty and would lead them to falter. But before she could mention the tranquilizer dart idea, he had taken off at a run to retrieve pen and paper. A look of consternation crossed the Norwegian woman's face, but she again kept her peace as the Englishman spoke up in response to the Frenchman.

What a relief! They had at least one person with O-! But they would only be able to take a pint from him...and that would be it for almost two months unless they pushed his body to the limits. A pint would usually return within twenty four hours, so it was possible to have him give multiple donations within a month's span, but it was also not safe to do so. Yet even as the man gave them the promise of help...he passed out. And now they would be unable to take his blood until he'd returned to consciousness and had a safe blood pressure level. What luck they had!

Shee again spoke up and took control, and Lokiari quickly moved to Einar's side. She had experience transporting a patient who was severely wounded, and she tilted her head slightly at the suggestion of two to move him. It would be more difficult, to do...but she had an idea to help keep his wound as stationary as possible. If a third person kept their arms under his back, they could keep him much flatter. It would work almost as well as transporting him on a stretcher or a board. They'd have to turn him onto his injured side, then lay him back on the person's arms before lifting him at shoulder and knee, but it was possible...and so as soon as the woman was done speaking, she made her suggestion, though quietly so as not to sound as if she were being contradictory or annoying.

"Would it work easier to maybe carefully use three people to lift him? One at the shoulders and neck, one at the back to keep his waist stationary, and the third at the feet or knees. If we're careful, it could help keep the wound from re-opening again..." And it would be easier to roll him onto his side, that way, after they'd bandaged him. With an after thought, she added, "I don't suppose you have any smelling salts or straight ammonia with you? We could use that to wake sleeping beauty..."

There was another small pause as she again considered the vomiting of blood, "If there is the possibility of internal bleeding, Shee, will we need to take extra precautions as well?"

Lai listened to Rodney talk, the words seeming to conflict with each other as the man worked out a plan. First thing first though, sort the groups. The Russian nodded as the man said he would fetch writing materials and watched as Asmadai brought Abel over.

He has 'O' negative blood, what a stroke of luck!

That happy tone for something going well soon faded as the Frenchman swooned and fainted. It did not appear to be the idea of getting his blood drawn, he had rolled his own sleeve up, so it had to be something else. Lai was making a move to go assist the young man and the priest he had fainted on, but Einar struggling to stand drew him from helping Abel. The Frenchman had decent people around and a swooning would be short, right? Lai moved to Einar and nodded at Shee's instructions.

"Do not move Einar." He looked to Shee. "I will help lift him Miss Shee."

He moved quickly and crouched behind the blond, his hands reaching out and taking the wrists like Shee instructed. He was aware his hands were trembling slightly, but he kept a firm grip nonetheless. He would do all he could, no matter what, to make sure Einar saw this thing through and lived. As he waited for another to step forward to lift the Norwegian's legs Lai leaned forward a bit, peered over the other man's shoulder, and spoke in a voice low enough for only he and the blond to hear.

"Do not worry, we will take care of you." He wanted to say 'I promise', but he knew if he uttered those words he would jinx himself. Still, he sounded quite sure of the words he did say and tried to sound bright and unafraid when in reality he was terrified. He leaned away so he was back to a regular position before he looked at Rodney with the paper.

"Comrade...I am sorry that I do not know your name, you have the paper and pencil though." A sheepish look to a man who probably outranked him. "I think it would be best to start off by getting names for the Research group, so if you could just offer around...?" As he said that Asmadai stepped forward and took position over Einar's legs. Lai had a feeling that no matter how they moved him he was going to leak blood, but as long as they got him out of the pool and onto the dry bathrobe for some fresh blood and bandages, that would be better in the long run.

Alberto's lips turned downward in a thoughtful frown when Einar shot down the Russian's plan, and he could feel the general ripple of new thought awaken with the death of the previous plan. The Russian man was on top of the situation with more ideas to organize the group, and before he could even think, the Elite woman had rushed back in and basic medical procedures were beginning to take place.

A blood donor was needed. What blood type was he again? Alberto wasn't even sure.. he could never remember what the doctors had told his mother once. Luckily somebody had the same type that Einar had needed and volunteered to spare some, before promptly fainting.

.. Well. Alberto raised an eyebrow as it seemed the whole world dissolved into chaos, so he was left alone with his thoughts for a moment, making sure to stand out of the way.

So this man, Audun, was an unpredictable character. Plans were useless, Einar had said.. and he had to agree. With someone who doesn't plan ahead and was that dangerous (strange enough to shoot someone he was "friends" with.. he'd heard of friendly fire but this was beyond his expectations), thinking on one's feet was essential.

The suggestion of a surveillance group and an attack force as separate entities seemed like a solid-enough deal. Perhaps they could close him in from all sides in order to capture him, with the help of the information gathered by the former.. he certainly wouldn't come quietly, though. And who was to say he wouldn't try something desperate? Not just to the other members of LOTUS (picking their group off like flies didn't seem like it would bother him in the least), but more importantly to himself. Men can get pretty desperate when they're cornered, so he also saw the value of a research group to try and find something akin to a cure.

People were being moved around and everything was becoming confusing. Structure was coming about but slowly, painfully slowly.. he grimaced. They needed to speed it up, as the Russian said; they were running out of time.

As said man went over to help another blond man lift Einar up, he looked to the man he was previously talking to, who held a pen and paper in his hand. The Russian had told him to start getting names for groups together.. perhaps he could start there.

Alberto made his way over to this man, his eyes flickering to the paper and pen in his hands. "Hey, I can help you out wit' that. We need to get organized, yeah?" He looked around the room, noting a few people that were standing by, or those who had just finished their duties for the time being. "Let's get gatherin'. I can get askin'." He didn't seem to wait long for an answer before he nodded at the man and went to work, heading for the first duo he saw first - the women who'd helped carry the unconscious man over.

"Hey, you two," he asked as he came over, looking between them. "So what's your area? I mean.. either a' you gonna be researchin', surveillance, or on the front?"

Hyo soon returned with the salty water, and brought it near the dying man, since he was the one who wanted it... And that's when he noticed that a lot of things must've happened when he was away.
Because now Abel was laying on the floor too.
Did the...the thing that attacked the man came back, and hurt Abel too? How could it be? With so many people around, surely someone must've....

As soon as the bowl was on the floor, he kneeled next to his friend, and carefully touched his forehead. Good, it wasn't cold...but...but what...?

"...what happen Abel?" He asked, trying to not voice the panic that slowly rose in his head. Was he also dying..? That's why they placed him next to the dying man..?

Abel had woken up. That was good, since she hadn't thought of the possibility of their blood donor fainting, and thus hadn't brought anything that might have woken him up. He'd almost crashed into her in his haste to get up, and at that moment Hyo had returned to the room. Apparently Abel and Hyo were friends. And Hyo had learned some English. Midori had lamented about her ruined Masquerade night for hours afterward. Abel did not speak. This she'd learned from Wraith. Hyo didn't speak English. This she'd learned from Midori. She shut her eyes tightly to prevent the unavoidable eye roll being seen by anyone else. Why did everything have to be so hard? She would have to make sure they set up some English classes somewhere when this was all done. What had Sebastien taught her? Not much that would be useful, unless she wanted to show Abel how many bad words she knew in French. She turned and touched Hyo's shoulder. She wanted to make eye contact and make herself as clear as she could. Pointing to the group that was sorting themselves out, she said clearly, "Go." Hopefully that was one of the words Hyo actually knew.

She heard Lokiari's questions to her dimly. "Sure, three. Why don't you supervise Einar's moving... make sure they don't drop him or something. I'll get Abel ready." She paused for a fleeting second before grabbing the bottle of chlorhexidine and some cotton balls. "He's already bleeding internally. There's not much we can do about it right now."

It frightened her, these future injuries. They were an unknown entity to her; her exposure to anything of this kind had been severely limited. Out of necessity, she had learned some things about what she had thought were very modern methods of medicine from Wraith's books. That had been early on; LOTUS had just been formed and she could remember the first recruit that came in with a gash almost dividing him in half. He had died before she had even seen him; Sebastien had told her later what had happened. It was different with them, of course. They knew, and they had to be saved. They could be saved because they knew. And they knew because they had to be saved.

She rolled up Abel's sleeve a little further, hastily, and waited for Einar.