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[fox-unit-medic.livejournal.com]

[After a temporarily evil Scott Dolph brought up that no one really knew that medical aid was available to them, Para-Medic began to work on a way to get the word out. Now, she's walking around the halls putting up posters:



Next to the posters, she put a map to the infirmary on that floor, as well as her personal frequency of 145.73 in case any one had any questions or would like to help her out with this.]

((OOC: Para-Medic has begun a medical emergency hotline. It's open to everyone, including people who probably shouldn't receive treatment, but what can you do? In addition, she's looking for other medical doctors to help out.))

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[fox-unit-medic.livejournal.com]

I'll be right there. Just wait a few moments.

[...]

[End CALL]

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

[Lying back against the infirmary bed he dragged himself onto, he waits for... whoever the hell he just called and idly plays with the nearby surgical instruments. Because he's smart like that.]

[fox-unit-medic.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't take long for Para-Medic to show up. She already knows that the infirmaries already have the necessary supplies, so she quickly rounds up what she needs before seeing to Raiden.]

All right. Lay your legs out straight. I'll need to dig out the bullets.

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

[He does as he's told, looking her over cautiously. Last nice girl he encountered turned out to be a psycho, after all. But she seemed legit. She had that fancy "I am a doctor" air about her.]

Well, alright.

[Still, he keeps his sword in his hand.]

[fox-unit-medic.livejournal.com]

[The sword doesn't bother her so long as he isn't swinging it. She takes out a scalpel and digs the bullets out, placing them on a small tray to the side.]

This may sting a bit, but you might not notice.

[She applies styptic and disinfectant to the wounds, before wrapping them in bandages.]

You should try and stay off of your legs for a while. Not agitating them will help the wounds heal faster.

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

[He winces slightly but not much else, nodding.]

Thanks... hey, what was your name again?

[fox-unit-medic.livejournal.com]

I'm Para-Medic. And you?

[She smiles at him.]

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

Raiden.

[He holds a hand out to shake... and completely misses.]

...Hnh... guess I should have called someone sooner... just didn't want to worry anyone.

[fox-unit-medic.livejournal.com]

[She grabs his hand in order to properly shake it.]

Actually, I only put up those posters today, so you probably didn't didn't get a chance to see them sooner. But speaking of calling... you mentioned a boyfriend. He's probably worried about you, you know.

ffffffff okay TIME PARADOXING CAUSE I JUST FOUND THIS OUT

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

I know... but I only just recovered from having my legs shot out once before, he's going to think I can't look after myself! I just trust the wrong people, that's all...

[...]

You know, I had a bullet to the stomach too. Is that fatal?

[Only the epic amount of bandages and cloth firmly attached to his front half was making it seem more like he was fat than anything else.]

'S cool.

[fox-unit-medic.livejournal.com]

[...]

Most of the time, yes! Hold on...

[She grabs something box-like, grabs his legs, then places them on top.]

Try to keep them bent. It'll make it hurt less and control the shock.

[Still, abdominal wounds needed to be treated quickly. She didn't know how long he had been like this before she came, so chances of him not bleeding out on her were pretty slim. Still, she would could, hence why she was ripping through clothes and the bandages to get a proper look at the wound.]

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

[Well isn't he glad he's doped up on morphine? Moving his legs like that would probably have had him climbing the walls otherwise.]

Alright...

[He just allows her to go through the mini barricade on his stomach, moving as little as possible.]