((The opening post of a roleplay in another forum. I'd like some constructive criticism. Anything wrong with the first-aid bit? I hope I got that bit right, that's all, being a first-aider.))

Five months.

Five months too many, Julian Hargreaves thought to himself as he stepped onto the tarmac of an airport runway, only to have his entire body soon meet the ground in pure instinct as a gunshot rang through the suddenly silent air. Confirming that no more shots were to be fired (as the idiot public were screaming and running around already) the doctor swiftly hauled himself to his feet and headed for the largest congregation of people. Pushing through the crowds, he was almost glad to see the man on the floor writhing in pain. That meant the wound wasn't serious.

"Get out of my way!" He yelled, and at the pure ignorance of the general public, realised he was still talking in English. Shaking his head, he called in Japanese, "I'm a doctor!" The crowds parted suitably fast, and Julian dropped to his knees beside the bleeding man, cursing himself for not even bringing rudimentary supplies, having been convinced that there would be no work to be done at least until he talked to a few old colleagues. Typical. "I'm a doctor. Hold still." He told the man quietly, firmly, before taking another look. Without another word, he pressed two slim fingers to the wound, wriggled the lodged bullet free and then slammed the palm of his other hand firmly down. Motioning someone over to mantain the pressure, he silently removed his scarf, bandaging the wound as best he could.

When the ambulance arrived, he declined a lift home, wearily picked up his suitcase and started the long walk. Something he certainly needed after that. Not even five minutes at home and he'd saved someone's life. The thought would have been amusing, but Julian hadn't enough energy left to find it so. Finally pushing open the door to his home (having not sold it, just left it there), the doctor dropped his coat onto the couch, his suitcase just inside the door and headed for the phone, tapping in a number he would never forget.

"Dru?"