Patching Up the Damage ((8))

[Meadowlark]

Doc set out what he would probably need to treat Macavity, frowning as he considered exactly how often this tended to happen. Not much to the Demon himself, but more than often enough to the henches. He looked up as the door opened and shut, frowning. "Out."

"Oh like hell." Coricopat replied, he had been planning to sleep tonight, but had barely finished the paperwork he had to do before the call came in.

"You are to leave until I have at least treated his wound, I do not need him to be any angrier than I'm sure he will be when he comes in. Clear?"

"I'm not leaving, but I'll do my best to stay quiet until he's treated, if only so you don't do any more damage to him than you likely will anyhow."

The Russian growled, but shoved his shirt sleeves up past his elbows. Everything was set, now to wait for the patient.

[victoriousscarf]

Mac slammed the door open, a hench hurrying after him, having been trying to support his bleeding boss, but Macavity was having none of that. He snarled at the hench to get out and slammed the door shut behind him, still holding Griddlebone's towel to his side. "Oh good," he said, seeing Cohen. "I don't have ta skin your tail for not bein' here."

[Meadowlark]

"I wouldn't dream of making that neccessary." He motioned to the bed. He did not want to risk his paw slipping if Macavity was sitting upright.

[victoriousscarf]

Mac frowned at him for a moment before heading toward the bed, sitting down on the edge. "Shirt off?"

[Meadowlark]

"If you would." He needed a clearer look at the wound to figure out how best to do this.

[victoriousscarf]

Mac sighed, wincing as he pulled the shirt off. He cursed, laying back down on the bed, spreading the shirt out beneath him to keep at least some of the blood off.

[Meadowlark]

Doc came over, gently looking over the wound as he administered localized anesthesia. It would help dull the current pain and keep the pain of his work to a minimum as well.

[victoriousscarf]

Mac sighed as the anesthesia started to work. "Damn bastards," he muttered, turning his head and seeing Coricopat. "We're goin' have to plan on how to take them out," he said.

[Meadowlark]

The mottled cat came over while Doc set to work. "Indeed. Who was it exactly?"

[victoriousscarf]

Mac winced as Cohen worked, trying to keep his attention on Coricopat rather than end up growling at the person that was--supposedly--trying to help him. "The Tully's gang," he answered, dragging the name up from his memory. "Obviously headquartered down by the docks. Bastards."

[Meadowlark]

"Let me guess, there are going to be five new bodies found in the river in the next day or two?" Cori spoke almost drily.

Doc glanced at Macavity but continued to do what he could to extract the bullet. He was grateful that it was a clean shot, but nonetheless it had gone deep.

[victoriousscarf]

"More than five," Macavity replied and winced again. Goddamnit. "I resent the idea ya think only our guys got themselves killed."

[Meadowlark]

"I meant that we would have to replace. How the hell did this happen, anyhow?" He had not been expecting to actually receive a call about this sort of thing.

[victoriousscarf]

"It was a goddamn ambush, okay? They set it up really well the bastards."

[Meadowlark]

Cori frowned at that, he'd had to knock twice in as many days and now Mac had gotten himself shot because he walked into an ambush. "I see. Must have been one hell of an ambush."

Doc, once he'd located the bullet and how much damage it had done, finally picked up the instruments he'd need to actually extract the projectile.