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 Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:18 pm
Bree and the officer she was supporting are nowhere to be seen.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:26 pm
*Gibson chokes on some dust, heading back through the wreckage, already on the radio.* Bree, do you copy!
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:27 pm
That's not gonna do much good. DiNardo has the radio.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:30 pm
*This thought does occur to Gibson moments after radioing. He fills DiNardo in on what happened and shuts it off in frustration, continuing his search.* BREE! Where are you, Bree? Talk to me!
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:36 pm
After a minute or two of searching, he'll find a hand sticking out of a pile of rubble. It does not appear to be detached, but it isn't moving either.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:42 pm
*Gibson drops to his knees and starts digging frantically through the rubble. He yells at the remaining officers to help him, but only a couple aren't busy tending to the rest of the wounded.*
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:54 pm
It looks like Bree managed to use the staff to keep from getting completely crushed by the falling debris, but she's pretty banged up. The one-armed SWAT officer she was helping is completely buried and it doesn't look like he'll make it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 11:05 pm
*Gibson finishes digging Bree out, and helps the officers pull their one armed comrade out of the debris.* Have EMS get him to a hospital right away. Go! *As they carry the officer out, he turns his attention back to Bree.* It's okay, kiddo. I got you.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 11:08 pm
Bree responds with...well, not much of anything really, save for a little groan when he moves her.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 11:17 pm
*Gibson gathers her up and carries her outside to the car. DiNardo and Trask are already there, as is McGinn who is apparently arguing with them about whether he needs to go to the hospital.*
Guys, honestly I'm fine. I'm gonna be sore in the morning, but other than that-
*After depositing Bree in the back seat, Gibson headslaps McGinn.* Go to the hospital and get yourself checked out, or I'll call Alice over and have her tie you to the gurney.
... She promised she wouldn't tell about that! gonk
Too much information, Probie. *turns to Jenny, who is looking over Bree's injuries.* How is she? Are we going to have to patch her up twice in one week?
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 11:34 am
It looks like they might have to. She's in a bad way.
Couple of bruised possibly fractured ribs, a broken arm, lots of small cuts and bruises, and a nice goose egg on her head, which hopefully hasn't caused a concussion.
This is just not her week.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 5:30 pm
*Jen finishes looking over Bree and cataloging Bree's injuries, and rattles off her findings to DiNardo and Gibson.* Honestly, she's in pretty good shape considering she had a whole floor dropped on her head, but she's still pretty banged up. As long as she has another one of those healing potions handy though, she should be fine. In the meantime we should wrap up her ribs, set her arm, and get her some ice for her head. And make sure she doesn't move around too much once she wakes up.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 6:19 pm
Bree stirs.
"Let's hope...nothing internal....owww...."
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 6:38 pm
Hey, our human crash test dummy rises once again. Time for a dumb question: how you feeling?
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 6:41 pm
"Not quite as bad as getting run over by a glacier...but close." She winces and coughs. A little trickle of blood paints the corner of her mouth.
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