SYNFLUX / [AMBULANCE SIREN]

[gyve]

119 EMERGENCY

LICENSE #CW001173881

Calvin Wero is a paramedic for Neo Tokyo Central Hospital. If you or someone you know is experiencing a medical emergency, please take a moment to fill out the form below, and you will be looked after in sequence. First come, first served.

Current response time: 25 min.

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<font face=courier><b>NAME:</b></font> your character's name <font face=courier><b>LOCATION:</b></font> where your character is at the time of the call <font face=courier><b>INJURY:</b></font> can be as detailed (or not) as you want <font face=courier><b>CALL TRANSCRIPT:</b></font> here's where you add the call/text, but if you want a custom starter, you can delete this section! whatever's funniest for you!
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[gyve]

( the call is listened to with a glazed look forward, ignoring the titters of his coworkers over his shoulder. whatever. someone's hurt, and whether this is david suchil's first call or his twentieth, he'll be there to help.

time to get to work. )

Alright, back up, give us some room. ( dropping from the passenger's seat of the ambulance, kaladin's voice projects over the din outside of 12 steps down. it's a clogged street; bleary-eyed civilians indecisively loiter, smoking and gossiping. lights wheel in their red and blue cases, strobing down the block, making his shadow move in what seems like slow motion as he approaches the front of the building.

silhouetted by them as he ducks through the entrance, kaladin seeks two men—and finds one howling noisily on the ground by the bar counter.

"great, here we fuckin' go, dave... 'medics are gonna cart me off to the hospital, man, and then it's onto the fuckin' station for me, bro. they're gonna book me this time, seriously, and i can't go to jail, dude. i'll lose custody of my kid again, and the ex-wife's gonna bankrupt me with the fuckin' alimony checks. i put that on your conscience, dave, and all 'cause you misconstrued or, like... misconstrued my wholesome intentions or whatever, man. all i wanted was a beer, and i seriously thought you wanted to see my piece, dave, 'cause it's, like, custom... but the gun isn't even mine, bro, if we're being honest with each other right now..."

the better part of his slurring rant is ignored. blood loss and excessive drinking have kaladin crouching beside him in a hurry. )

What happens to you after we fix that leg up and get you in a cot downtown isn't my problem.

Which one of you is the proprietor—

( "he shot me, man. no cap, right in the femur. shot me in cold blood, like a psycho. he's got psycho eyes, for real... )

—David Suchil. You make the call?

[fursuit]

[ Tezcatlipoca leans on the bar casually as he watches all of this take place. His victim’s ranting is something he seems totally unbothered by, and in fact, once the paramedic arrives? He turns around to his bar and grabs a bottle of dark tequila and pours a small glass. For himself, naturally, as he just casually watches the process.

It all gives an air of someone who is very used to this, which is all the more likely to make Kaladin sigh in exasperation, because the wound that he’d mentioned is visible. A red patch of blood darkens one of his sleeves, so clearly, that’s where he’d gotten grazed. ]

Yep, that’s me. You’re a new guy. They get tired of sending people down here?

[ Almost certainly, yes. He laughs as he takes a drink, then leans more casually on the bar as he relaxes. It’s all taken care of now, at least so far as he cares. ]

Was just gonna get him with bat as usual, but, nah, pulled a gun. Too bad for you, man.

[ He says, looking at the guy mockingly… ]

[gyve]

Not tired enough, apparently, ( says kaladin, swinging his bag onto the floor near where he crouches to get a better look at the patient. ) You're getting popular at central. I just started last week, and they were adamant about sending me here—

Sir, I need you to stay still so I can help you out, okay? I'm Cal, and I'm going to take a better look at this. Can you tell me your name and how old you are? ( purple nitrile gloves are pulled onto spreading fingers, and after a quick tourniquet, a pair of scissors is produced to cut at the drunk's pant leg.

as david explained on the phone, the wound is non-fatal. the femoral artery is untouched—he manually rotates the thigh at the knee with a squeeze that gets a displeased groan out of his patient—and the bullet's safely lodged in the muscle. deep tissue damage comes with a possibility of chronic pain, but that's for the hospital to decide. he's no longer the surgeon; he's the medic.

kaladin occasionally glances at david to ensure he's doing as well as he sounds like he is. when he finally notices the liquor bottle, the expected exasperated sigh almost explodes out of him. )

If this was in self-defence, no comment, but—Hwan, I know it hurts, but if you don't stay still, I'm getting the straps—you shouldn't be drinking with a wound like that, David, however small you may think it is. The situation deserves a little more gravity, wouldn't you say?

[fursuit]

[ Tezcatlipoca smirks and scoffs when he’s called “popular”. He looks quite pleased with himself, and, well. He is. It’s not intentional, exactly, but it’s a satisfying thing to hear to the god of conflict, naturally. He’s fully aware that it might be his very presence that subconsciously pushes this bar to be more chaotic, but… It wasn’t exactly an upstanding establishment before. It’s why this feels fitting for him.

Beyond the scoff, he just watches with interest as Kaladin works, though. It’s not overly invested, just casually curious at his work, which is why he looks surprised when the conversation turns back to him. ]

What? Fuck no. [ Immediate dismissal… ] They sent you down here ‘cuz it happens all the time.

[ He waves a hand dismissively to match, then takes another satisfied drink while he pulls up the seat behind the counter to rest his feet some. ]

Look, this is better than last time. There use to be a fishtank in here until someone got shoved into it. You ever see someone slip on a fish and bash their head open? That was a new one for me too. Guess that was probably the last straw, which is why they're sendin' new blood my way.

[gyve]

( immediately dismissed... kaladin receives a consoling pat on the shoulder from his patient while he prepares a tourniquet. applying it to the leg hurts—a lot—which inspires hwan to stop chatting with them and start shouting at them. )

No, ( he grunts with the effort. ) I've never seen someone "slip on a fish and bash their head open," but I'm not surprised you have. I'd blame shock setting in for how relaxed you are, David, but you're talking—for better or worse.

( he cinches it tighter for good luck, earning another distressed cry. )

Worse. Definitely worse. ( while he doesn't smile, kaladin looks sportively in david's direction. ) My partners are going to take Hwan off your hands—Wu, Masa, can you two get him into the ambulance? I'll take care of this one.

( two paramedics navigating a stretcher through the entranceway's doors quit bickering long enough to give him crisp affirmatives. it's maybe a minute or two of careful hauling to get hwan up and onto the stretcher before being jacked up to hip height and rolled out of the bar. kaladin watches part of the process before side-stepping a puddle of blood to approach david.

bloody gloves are politely peeled off from a point on the wrist. they're turned inside out, and one is balled up and enveloped inside the other, all fluids kept from touching david's counter when he leans down onto it. )

Do you want me to take care of you? Because I'll tell you something you should already know: Alcohol thins the blood and slows the healing process. Why don't you put that down and come around here?

[fursuit]

[ Tezcatlipoca watches them all go with a neutral expression, but as Hwan actually starts to head out, he gives David another set of colorful curses for the trouble. It’s something he takes in stride, of course. He just tosses him a toothy grin, a laugh, and a middle finger. ]

Yeah, come back when you’re better. We’ll kiss and make up, asshole.

[ Truly… A mystery why fights keep breaking out here…

But as Kaladin’s attention turns back to him, he’s surprised again. He shouldn’t be, since it’s not like he’s ever denied the medical assistance from other paramedics, but once he waves them off once, they tend to decide he’s more trouble than he’s worth. Rather accurately. ]

You’re stickin’ around?

[ Tezcatlipoca looks at his glass, considering whether to accept his offer or just go with his “home remedy” here and get it stitched up back at base, but… It ends up being a whimsical decision. He takes another quick drink just for the principle of it, but most of the drink is still there. He’s not trying to down it just for the sake of being contrary. ]

—Yeah, yeah, fine… Probably quicker with you. [ He steps around the bar as directed without complaint, at least. And now that it’s just the two of them— ] You’re Kaladin, right? Our new basketball star?

[ So, he does recognize him from the profiles, but. He also has to express that in the stupidest way… ]

[gyve]

( "you shouldn't come back here ever, man," masa says quietly as wu opens the doors for the stretcher. "seriously, this one time—"

kaladin ignores the story that grows fainter with distance. something about the number of calls made by david in the last month, and about "highball glass shards" winding up places they shouldn't be. no, kaladin just watches tezcatlipoca come around from behind his bar counter to meet him, then frowns.

another one of his LILITH teammates? long blond hair, pale complexion, big sunglasses. now that he thinks about it— )

Oh, it's you.

( a deeply unenthusiastic response to one of two gods he shared an intense philosophical discussion with. he felt a little vulnerable and spilled his storming guts on a public forum. to someone who could've been a fake... how embarrassing...

turning his face away, kaladin considers leaving. there's an open wound to be patched up, however, which keeps him rooted. )

Meeting you in person has really killed the mystique. I thought you'd seem more regal or something.

[fursuit]

[ The unenthusiastic response is the better of the two, as it turns out. Tezcatlipoca laughs a little and smirks, since being met with a less than thrilled introduction? That’s fine with him. He’s a god of conflict, so naturally he doesn’t mind that!

…The immediate diss, though. That’s a different story! ]

—Huh? Why do people always say that? I’m regal as fuck, asshole.

[ Like, look at him! ]

What, you expect me to be decked out in my regalia all the time? That's a real pain the ass. Especially if we're supposed to be incognito.

[gyve]

( withdrawing a square of sterile gauze, kaladin reaches with both hands and takes tezcatlipoca by the wounded arm. )

"I'm regal as fuck, asshole"? ( quoted matter-of-factly, widening the hole in tezcatlipoca's shirt from the bullet so he can get at the damaged flesh. ) It's not your regalia that's the problem; it's the way you talk and act.

( holding him steady beneath the bicep, the gauze is applied with the sustained pressure of his palm. now they have to stand here like this for... a while... )

Gods aren't supposed to bleed everywhere, either.

[fursuit]

[ He’s feeling such intense déjà vu in this moment that he’s almost impressed… But more than that, his expression twists up somewhere in between being offended and being bewildered. Like, sure, Kaladin doesn’t have any knowledge about the kind of god he is, clearly, but… Still! What happened to humans fear and respecting gods, huh?

(In truth, he prefers this.) ]

I swear… What is it about savin’ the world or whatever that makes people forget their damn manners? You’ve got zero respect!

[ He scoffs, but clearly, he’s not all that bothered. He has an impulse to pull out his gun and shoot him on principle (or maybe just seeing where that déjà vu could take him), but getting patched up wins out over that. He at least doesn’t fight or complain about Kaladin’s treatment, and rather, he acquiesces to the touch fairly easily. ]

—And hey, ain’t my fault I have to make myself a human body to come visit. Would say this is more human bodies just bleeding a hell of a lot, not me.