Coincidences Don't Happen ((1919))

[victoriousscarf]

Mac reached the top finally, after what felt like an eternity. He was simply glad at that point that no one else seemed to be on the stairs. He stopped, leaning completely on the wall and almost falling over, looking over at the Russian Blue. "Which place is yours?" he asked, voice rough.

[Meadowlark]

Doc stepped up beside him, "Second door on the right. You are welcome to lean on me again for balance."

[victoriousscarf]

Mac glanced over at him and actually mustered up a smile. "Thank you," he said, trying not to put too much of his weight on the other, though he was exhausted and ready to topple over entirely.

[Meadowlark]

Cohen had far less trouble with this door and pushed it open, helping Macavity over to the worn couch before going back to close and lock the door. Now he just needed to locate the kit he kept here at home. It would at least give him something to use to treat the wounds.

[victoriousscarf]

Macavity collapsed in a pile onto the couch, sinking down onto the worn cushions and flopping his head back against the back of it, taking deep breaths to regain his breath. He watched Cohen move around the apartment, not saying much.

[Meadowlark]

The doctor finally located the kit he had. It really wasn't nearly adequate, but it would have to do.

[victoriousscarf]

Macavity shifted when the other reappeared with the kit. His heart rate was starting to come a little fast for an entirely different reason from exertion now. He hated to be touched by other toms. Squashing that down as far as it would go, he raised an eyebrow at the other, trying to be at least somewhat nonchalant. "So, what are you goin' ta have ta do?"

[Meadowlark]

"That depends on what you managed to do to yourself in that 'accident'." He replied calmly.

[victoriousscarf]

Mac gave him a long look. "I never said it was an accident," he said finally. "Not this time. Just that it was a careless and stupid mistake." He rolled his shoulder. "Bullet wound in the leg, maybe two, hard ta tell, and what seems like some bleedin' in the right arm."

[Meadowlark]

"Alright then 'mistake'. The slacks, jacket and shirt will need to come off so I can get a look at the wounds." Doc grimaced slightly again. This was not how he intended to spend his evening.

[victoriousscarf]

He blinked rapidly at that for a moment. "That... that's pretty much all my clothes," he said slowly and nearly cringed. "I can get the jacket and shirt off," he said, "But I'm not ta sure about the pants."

[Meadowlark]

Doc rubbed his eyes. "Yes, it is. If you had managed to injure only your arm or only your leg it would not be, but I can't treat a wound I cannot see. And I am unable to see through cloth." He looked at the other tom for a minute. "Where are the bulletwounds in your leg then?"

[victoriousscarf]

Mac took a deep breath. He motioned to his upper thigh. "Problem is also that I can't 'et them off," he said, hating to admit he couldn't do anything. "I can't stand up, so unless you want ta take them off me... can you just cut the le' off?"

[Meadowlark]

"Da, let me go find some shears." He sighed, trying to remember where those were.

[victoriousscarf]

Mac let his head fall back against the couch again. This was insane. When exactly and how had this come about?