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Post by chez on Jul 11, 2010 22:37:18 GMT -5
*Chez evaporated to the front of the school. He saw a sign. Xaviors, what kind of a name is that. His vision was getting blurry. Blood ran down his pants. He held a gash on his left side, it was just under his rib cage. He was favoring his left foot, because there was a bullet lodged into his right calf. He had just evaporated out of there. He had a run in with some people that claimed that he owed them money, he had none so he denied it. This was the cause of this.*
*He limped over to the wall and leaned up against it. His blood stained shirt wet the wall. Blood still dripping, things were getting fuzzier, he only wished he knew where he was, then he could get to where he hid some first aid supplies he had stolen a wile ago. But he wasn't sure where that was now.*
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Post by hazel on Jul 12, 2010 23:06:20 GMT -5
It was a dark, warm evening, and Hazel had decided to take a walk through the grounds. She'd handled all the cases for the day, and left Hank McCoy to finish the clean up.. If only because she'd started an hour earlier then him. Now, it was time to just relax unless there was an emergency.
Rolling her shoulder she sighed. The day had been rather stressful, you couldn't imagine how relieved she'd been when everyone had been patched up. If she had known her personal time would be cut short from another injured teen, she probably would have fallen over in exhaustion. Lucky for her she'd had several cups of coffee already today.
What was that sound? Like walking, but with an obvious limp to it coming from outside the school grounds? She was close to the gate, so she could make out the faint sounds from outside the property. Curious, she slowly approached the gate, pulling it open and sticking her head out. What she saw she wasn't expecting, but obviously prepared for it. She turned towards the closest person that was outside, a student who was just about to head it. "Get me Hank McCoy! Tell him to bring his first aid kit!" The student bolted off.
Hazel shot into action, at the boy's side in moments, draping his arm over her shoulders and wrapping one of her arms around his torso. "Kid, can you hear me? Come on, don't you dare close your eyes! Come on, tell me you're name." He had to stay away. He had a high likely hood of going into a coma if he passed out now.
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Post by chez on Jul 12, 2010 23:33:14 GMT -5
*Chez was just about to slide down the wall when he noticed that something was holding him up, no it was a someone. She was talking, he was tired, he knew he had lost a lot of blood. She was asking him something, his name?*
Chez
*His voice was week, his eyes barely open. He held his side, the one that was bleeding and stayed off of his right leg as much as possible.*
Who are you?
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Post by hank on Jul 13, 2010 8:59:57 GMT -5
David was just returning from the gym, heading in for a well needed rest. His day out with Anya was the perfect closing next to exercise. He was walking past the gate when he saw Hazel heading for it. Curiosity taking over, he walked over in time to see her holding up someone. David got a closer look, it looked like...nah couldn't be, could it? His attention was taken when Hazel told him to get Hank, and with a quick nod and no arguments, he ran in.
A few moments later and the blue doctor was literally jumping out of the door and down the path. He was next to Hazel within moments, looking over the boy, whose name had been known as Chez with the massive amounts of injuries. Hank worked fast, opening the kit and getting supplies ready.
"We need to get him inside." he said as he got the bandages and medicine ready. "There's a small gurney I use in case of emergencies. It's in the closet in the lower infirmary, I need you to get it for me please."
He laid Chez on the ground, using what he could to keep the wounds bandaged and the from flowing. He checked the pupils as well as the pulse, which seemed to be growing weaker by the minute.
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Post by hazel on Jul 13, 2010 11:59:54 GMT -5
"Chez, I'm Hazel. You're at a school." She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes, hopefully to get them open again. "Chez, you need to stay awake now. I know it's hard but you need to stay awake." Hazel wasn't frantic, but she couldn't start checking his injuries until Hank came to help her. She hadn't thought she needed any of her medical supplies for a simple walk around the grounds, after all!
Where was Hank anyway?! She'd gotten Chez through the gates, and was working on leading him towards the school. She heard the doors slam open, Hank literally barreling towards her like a rabid bear. She let out a sigh of relief. Thank God. "I know, I know." Why was she feeling annoyed that he was treating her like the junior doctor? Wasn't she the senior around here?
She helped get Chez stretched out on the ground, focusing on keeping him awake rather then his injuries. Hank had that covered already. "Chez? This is Hank McCoy. We're both doctors. You're in good hands now, trust me. Just don't close your eyes!" Her words were firm but reassuring. A moment later she was on her feet. "Keep him awake while I get it. God help us, if he falls asleep I doubt he'll wake up." She raced off into the school, running as fast as she was able to get the gurney.
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Post by chez on Jul 13, 2010 12:15:26 GMT -5
*Chez was confused, and didn't think he needed help from doctors. He had never gotten it before, but he had also never been this bad before, and so far away from where he was staying. As they laid him down his bangs moved from his face, to reveal his electric yellow eye. He was trying to stay awake, but it was so hard, and the ground was feeling so good, surprisingly. Usually he had to find a comfortable spot to lay before he could get to sleep, other times he just fell asleep from pure exhaustion.*
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Post by hank on Jul 13, 2010 12:43:54 GMT -5
"This might sting a bit, Chez."
He nodded his head when Hazel said to keep the young man awake. Hank was so use to being alone in his works that he kept forgetting that he and Hazel were a team. He reached into the med case and took out a vile of adrenaline. He grabbed a syringe, extracted some from the vile and injected it into Chez's arm. He made sure to inject enough to keep the boy awake, but not enough to make the flow dangerously fast.
"Chez, I need you to talk to me. Where do you come from?"
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Post by chez on Jul 13, 2010 12:51:45 GMT -5
*Chez felt the pain and wanted to instantly evaporate, but unfortunately, for him, he was to tired. He herd the man talking, what was his name, Dank, no it was Hank.*
No where
*Chez traveled so much he didn't feel like he was from anywhere. He had been in almost every country on the east coast. He didn't even remember the city he was born.*
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Post by hank on Jul 13, 2010 12:59:54 GMT -5
Well that was the shortest conversation I've ever had he thought to himself. At least he got Chez talking, that was a good thing. Luckily the bindings on his wounds were holding, but the bandages were starting to leak through. The adrenaline seemed to be taking a while to kick in, and that's not what Hank wanted to see. He had to think of something else to say to keep Chez talking.
"Do you have any family? Brothers, sisters, parents?"
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Post by chez on Jul 13, 2010 14:29:45 GMT -5
*This was helping, by thinking about what this guy was saying Chez was able to stay awake, easier. But he knew that it wouldn't last long. He shook his head, with what little strength he had left.*
No, parents died in car crash
*He was sure it was a big thing back when he was younger. The miracle child who escaped death but now had no place to go. He was all alone now.*
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Post by hank on Jul 13, 2010 14:34:23 GMT -5
"My condolences. Don't move, just talk alright?"
Being the kind of doctor he is was easy. It allowed him to keep his patients focused on something other then the situation they were in. So where he's from and his parents were out of the question, but Hank had other questions the boy could answer that would help keep him awake and focused.
"Do you go to school?"
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Post by chez on Jul 13, 2010 15:16:22 GMT -5
*School, school? He hadn't gone for a long time. He learned all that he knows from wondering around and watching, also a few people being nice and teaching him. He knew how to read, but he was at a lower level than he should be.*
I stopped going when I was eight or nine.
*It would probably be apparent that he was homeless, and had runaway from some reason or another. He didn't belong anywhere, even though he tried.*
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Post by hank on Jul 13, 2010 20:26:54 GMT -5
"How fortunate, you seem to have appeared infront of a rare school indeed."
He smiled at Chez when he said this, knowing that this was one of the finest schools he had ever been to. He wondered, if he helped out Chez, if he could toss out an invitation after patching the wounded man up. First, however, he asked another question about the boy.
"Do you have a home, Chez? Somewhere to go?"
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Post by chance on Jul 13, 2010 21:29:34 GMT -5
Chance was in the shadows of the upper branches of a tree just outside of the institute. He was watching his target, Chez Renolds. He didn’t know what this kid did to piss off his client, but he didn’t ask question, and his client was paying him forty thousand dollars to take the kid to him alive. Thirty Five dead. Chance had never messed up a job and he didn’t plan on starting now.
It would be difficult though, with the two doctors hovering over him the whole time, but he’s manage. He always did. When he saw one of the doctors’s race inside he decided that it was time to get a little closer. He didn’t want his prey getting to far away after all.
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Post by chez on Jul 13, 2010 23:14:48 GMT -5
*Chez was trying to keep his mind off the pain by consenting on his surroundings and the questions.*
No
*There he admitted it, he had no place. No where to belong. But then he sensed another presence, it was towards the entrance. Chez knew that someone was after him. Obviously someone wanted him dead and sent someone to kill him. Chez knew that he had to act fast. This guy would strike soon. So Chez focused all his energy to evaporate one last time. Instantly disappearing from the care of the doctor. Reappearing only a small distance away sitting up against the wall, next to the door that this man had burst out of earlier. But Chez had spotted where his opponent was. At least the general area.*
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