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Post by amanika on Nov 12, 2010 18:14:27 GMT -8
Taradan sat on the edge of a bed, a stoic expression on his face, as he breathed through the pain of the raw and as yet untreated bullet wound in his shoulder. It wasn't the worst he'd ever taken, by any means, but an experience he would have preferred not to go through. At least, as far as he could tell, it didn't feel like anything vital was damaged. To be honest, he was more concerned about how long it would put him out of action for. All three of Taradan's jobs rather relied on his physical fitness.
The cream tabby had taken the bullet after another shooting, meant to be a strightforward affair, teaching a smaller gang in town a lesson. Unfortunately, after his previous meeting with Coricopat, Taradan had got himself caught in the crossfire ensuring there was no evidence or identification left on the body.
Typical. Do the job properly and get hurt or leave unscathed but risk retaliation from his boss, possibly aimed at his family. Pretty much stuck between a stone and a hard place.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 12, 2010 18:17:47 GMT -8
Doc Cohen unlocked the door of the room, entering, a frown on his face as he set his kit down. "So, what happened?" Even as eh spoke he was already shoving his sleeves up past his elbows and digging through the kit for what he would likely need.
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Post by amanika on Nov 12, 2010 18:26:50 GMT -8
Taradan gestured to the wound with his good arm, "Took a bullet t'the shoulder, jus' the one, I hope. Think it's lodged in there pretty deep." he grimaced slightly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 12, 2010 21:38:35 GMT -8
Doc muttered something under his breath in Yiddish as he set aside a couple of items, finally locating what he knew he would need. "Would you prefer topical anesthesia or would you rather I put you under?"
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Post by amanika on Nov 13, 2010 3:18:15 GMT -8
Taradan blinked, "What's the damage?" he asked after a moment, he'd stripped off clothing on his upper half and had a brief go at looking in the mirror when he'd been sent in here to wait for the Doctor, but it hadn't been able to tell him much. "Y'think I'll regret it if y'don't put me under?" he added by way of explanation, "I'd rather not be out longer than I hafta'."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 7:43:05 GMT -8
"I won't know until I look at the wound, I would say topical anistehesia shoud help enough." He sought out the correct medecine and moved over to administer it around the wound. "Do you all just look for ways to get shot?" He realized a moment later he'd said that out loud, but didn't rescind it.
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Post by amanika on Nov 13, 2010 9:01:53 GMT -8
"Believe it or not, no." Taradan said through gritted teeth as he felt the pain of being touched near the wound. However, he felt himself relax after a few moments as the anistetic took effect and hot pain faded to a dull ache.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 9:25:42 GMT -8
"Hm, the number of wounds I treat for this gang tells me otherwise." He responded dryly as he went to work locating and extracting the bullet. It hadn't hit anything vital, but that shoulder would be painful for a good while yet. "What did you manage to do for this bullet hole?"
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Post by amanika on Nov 13, 2010 9:36:22 GMT -8
"Occupational hazard,"Taradan replied shortly, " just followin' orders."
He'd kill for a cigarette right now, but smokes and matches were in his blood soaked jacket, which he'd discarded on the other side of the room.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 12:30:03 GMT -8
"I find it interesting that whenever you cats follow orders I end up digging lead out of you." Doc remarked as he finally extracted the bullet, setting it aside and beginning to clean the wound.
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Post by amanika on Nov 13, 2010 15:25:48 GMT -8
Taradan shrugged, or tried to, wincing and wishing immidiately he hadn't, "Well no job's without risk. I'd rather this than the result of not followin' 'em. Besides, so I took a bullet, y'should see the other lot."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 16:38:55 GMT -8
Doc smiled wryly. "Hence the reason I'm not working for a different gang."
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Post by amanika on Nov 13, 2010 16:52:41 GMT -8
Taradan nodded, "Then I think you'd be spendin less time patchin' cats up and more time doin' post mortems." even though he was trying to make light of it, he couldn't help think about Ricky working for Jones. He hoped the kit would have some sense about that now.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 17:01:27 GMT -8
"No, I just wouldn't get paid. I'd have to spend most of my time dealing with idiots int eh hospital instead of idiots in gang bases." He started stitching the wound shut.
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Post by amanika on Nov 13, 2010 17:05:42 GMT -8
"So really," Taradan conceeded, "we're doin' you a favour gettin' oursleves a few scratches from time t'time." He squirmed slightly, there was no pain anymore, but he could feel the needle pulling the wound back together, it felt decidedly odd.
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