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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2012 9:26:52 GMT -8
Mistoffelees continued pressing down on the other's shoulder as Doc approached. "Got broken into past closing time, held at gunpoint, and then one of them passed out," he added.
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 23, 2012 15:16:07 GMT -8
Slois gave a half amused snort. "You forgot the part that you had us at gun point, or just me, then you were at gun point, then there was mutual agreement to just leave, but this happened," Probably the most he had said all night. His merriment faded rapidly as his gaze fell back onto his brother. Just as the rush of emotion had flooded in, it disappeared right back out and his eyes clouded in worry once more.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 23, 2012 19:28:33 GMT -8
Doc glanced between Mistoffelees and the other tom, "I can see he has been shot. I need to know when he was shot, if the bullet has been removed, and how deep it went." His gaze moved to Mistoffelees, "Kind of you to allow them to stay here and to call me, nyet? More merciful than some would be."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2012 19:33:28 GMT -8
Mistoffelees ducked his head down and moved back, going to drop the bloody towel in the waste. "Mercy can be rather subjective."
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 25, 2012 14:41:29 GMT -8
Slois went back to absentmindly petting his tail before he spoke up. "We came under fire a week or so ago. During that time he was shot a few days ago, it clipped him right in the shoulder. When we had down time I took a look at it and at first I thought it broke his collar bone but it just grazed it. It didn't seem to go to far in, but it had kind of fell apart so I tried my best to get all of it out. I sat there for hours just to make sure, so I think it's kind of safe to say that I did. After I cleared it out we washed it and wrapped it up. I don't know how long it's been open," At this Slois eyes changed to a hurt or almost betrayed look as he looked down at his brother. With a small sigh he turned to inspect the wall beside him. "He's never been one to complain so it's hard to tell how long it's been bothering him. My guess is it opened when he was running, or he could have- Nevermind. That's not important."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 25, 2012 15:02:11 GMT -8
Doc took Mistoffelees' place next to the injured tom, withdrawing the bottle of alcohol he used as a disinfectant and a needle and getting to work. It would do until they could get them to the hospital, "I am going to speak clearly and hope you understand me. Your brother is bleeding out, as such there is not anything that is not important. I need to know how long this may have been open so that I know how severe this is. We are already going to have to take him to the hospital, I need to know what I will be dealing with there. Understand?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 25, 2012 15:04:02 GMT -8
Leaning against the bar, Mistoffelees watched them. "Will you be able to get them to the hospital?" he asked, voice quiet.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 25, 2012 15:09:02 GMT -8
"I should be, but I would prefer the help," Doc answered, not looking up from his work.
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 25, 2012 15:14:05 GMT -8
Slois looked back at the doctor and something in him clicked. "Fine," He said through clentched teeth. "Fayst has an issue with pain. Instead of feeling true pain, it's almost like a different feeling. Like... like... nothingness bliss. I don't know, I'm not Fayst. It's hard to explain. It could have been possible that he had been picking at it on purpose, alright?" His tail flicked in his lap to show his agitation. "Suppose you want to know our whole life story?" Looking away, the tom forced himself to take a couple deep breaths. Usually his twin would have calmed him down at that point, but since he was obviously unable too, Slois had to do it and correct himself. "Sorry, it's just I don't like people getting into my personal business." The tom sighed and curled his knees to his chest as he looked back down at his identical twin. "You can save him, right?" His voice suddenly seemed ages older and so much weaker, like the anger had drained whatever leftover energy he had.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 25, 2012 15:20:13 GMT -8
Mistoffelees could feel his tail ache where it had been broken at that speech as it curled up behind him. His posture didn't change from leaning against what had once been the bar however, as he watched the twins and the doctor.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 25, 2012 15:24:46 GMT -8
The Russian Blue shook his head, "Not here. I need you to help me get him into my car. I can stitch up wounds, but something like this...especially if it has nicked the bone, and the bullet shattered, which could cause further damage." He wrapped a bandage over the temporary stitching job he'd done, "Alright, let us get him to the hospital."
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 25, 2012 15:42:13 GMT -8
Slois was already beside the doctor, ready to help in any way that he could. There was no question of the fierce sense of protection he had for his twin; the normally hostile tom was actually letting the two toms help him, a very rare occurance for the tabby. If it was for Fayst, though, the twin would be willing to do anything. Heck, he would be willing to deal with the cats of the Fay to help Fayst.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 25, 2012 15:54:24 GMT -8
"I'll get the door," Mistoffelees said, pushing off and moving forward.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 25, 2012 15:57:15 GMT -8
Doc nodded at that, moving so that he and Slois would be able to carry the other cat between them. He met Slois' gaze, "I will do everything I can. Now, let us get him to the car."
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 25, 2012 16:06:05 GMT -8
With practiced expertise, Slois weaved under his brother's arm and gently brought him up so he he was picking up the left side. The tabby gritted his teeth as his own sore muscles complained; usually he would be able to do something like this without a problem but he was weak from running and hiding... Wordlessly, the tabby stood and adjusted into a comfortable grip on his brother, one that would hopefully not make him even more sore later.
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