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[OOM: "Ahh I zee that you have decided to join us...Bill."]

Bill Pardy staggers down the stairs drenched, bleeding and looking like he's on his last legs.

His left arm is wrapped tight around his gut, his right arm is just sort of hanging, the shoulder of it is a mess and so is his chest. He's dripping blood and water and breathing hoarsely, sliding along the wall for support.

At the last few steps as he enters the main room of the bar he finally loses his footing and takes a tumble. Crashing into a table he knocks over a chair and falls to the floor.

That's as far as he's gonna get.

[tiny tags: Thy Kingdom Come]

[ooc: warning for violence, gore and pain]

[ooc 2: please ping adamantiumbat before tagging]

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Malcolm is by his side a moment later. He's been waiting for something like this to happen.

"Easy there, easy. Can you hear me?"

It takes him a minute to respond. His eyes search around for a bit and finally he's looking at the guy.

"Yeah."

Damn.

If this guy has had a run-in with the nightmares, it's the worst case yet.

"OK, we need to get you into the infirmary. It's all right, I'm a doctor. My name's Malcolm Crowe."

One of the worst.

After all, he was part of Mary's Trinity or so the Doctor called it.

Running through the wall the little girl made a beeline straight for where he and the other man are at. "Bill!" she cries out ready to throw her arms about his neck already sobbing as she gets close enough. She doesn't like the fact that he got that hurt because of her.

"M'not Mal..." He tells the guy, attention drifting. Then Mary arrives and she's crying.

"Mary...did he...you alright?" He tries to reach a hand out to her and has to bite back a curse from the pain the movement causes.

"Whoa, hang on there. Let's try not to move. Your name's Bill?"

"OK, Bill. I'm the one who's Malcolm."

"And we really need to--." He shouts. "I need some help here!"

"Helping!" That voice is not, perhaps, reassuring. It's breathy and eerie, but Persephone is a tall goddess, when all is said and done, and she's run over.

"Antubis got us out- he made the Doctor stop." Looking up at Malcolm and then to Seph she bites down hard upon her bottom lip. "He put him in the tank and tried to cut him open like he did Doc."

"Good." He nods to Mary.

He looks back to Malcolm and the woman who's just arrived.

"I appreciate it..."

Malcolm looks at Mary, and says quietly, "He'll be ok. I promise."

Then up to Persephone. "Thanks, appreciate it. If you could hold his arm like this for just a second..."

Malcolm gets up, and hustles over to the infirmary. When he comes back a few seconds later, he's pushing a low-slung medical gurney.

"Just help me get him onto this."

She smiles at Mary, reassuringly, and then does as Malcolm tells her.

"I'll catch his legs?" She asks him once he comes back.

"Thanks, yeah. That should do it."

"Ok, Bill. We're going to move you up onto this. I want you to hang onto your arm there, try to keep it from moving. That's all you've got to worry about."

Malcolm takes a moment to figure out how to heft Bill from the shoulders without doing him further harm, but he figures that out soon enough.

"Ok, 1-2-3-lift!"

Bill nods and grabs his arm, grunting when they lift.

"SHIITT." His vision blurs and he blacks out for a second, coming to on the gurney.

He tries to look around, searching for Mary. "Mary? Mary...don't go back there alone. You wait here...alright? Find Doc or Nathan for me...an stay here."

"Doc's hurt to- he's in the.." Not a hospital. "He's where they are taking you." Reaching out she touches Bill's arm before nodding her head. "I'll find Nathan."

Then she's darting away again before vanishing from view in search of the older Petrelli brother.

Malcolm is by the side of the gurney now, checking Bill's arm and the damage done to his abdomen.

"Sorry about that, Bill, I really am. But we'll--."

Malcolm stops as he notices the cuts on Bill's chest.

"Son of a bitch."

Malcolm wishes that German doctor was here right now. He wishes that very much.

Making sure the wounds won't open further on the way, he starts wheeling the sheriff toward the infirmary.

"Do you need anymore help, sir?"

Malcolm thinks for a second.

"Ever been a nurse? Or care to stand in for one for a while?"

Malcolm carefully guides the gurney through the doorway of the infirmary.

"I'm Malcolm, by the way. Dr. Malcolm Crowe."

He looks down. "Almost there, Bill. You're doing good."

"Yes to both questions." Admittedly, she was Kore at the time. The World Wars? Upset her.

Badly.

"And I'm Persephone."

"S'okay..." Bill mumbles when Malcolm appologizes.

After watching Mary run off he lifts his head up and watches the ceiling move past as they roll along, trying to stay concious.

"Terrific." He sighs at the announcement that they're almost there. "Best damn news...had all night."

Malcolm smiles at that. He brings the gurney to a halt by one of the operating tables and carefully powers it up to the same height.

"OK, Persephone, see this pad under Bill? We're just going to grab that and use it to slide him right over onto the table here."

"One. Two. Three. Tha-at's it. OK, Bill. Now the good bit starts. Only problem is, you're going to be sleeping through the best part of it."

"He shouldn't dream if we put him under though, should he?"

"That hasn't happened. Not with the other nightmare victims. No reason to think it'll happen now." Malcolm puts a hand on Bill's uncut arm to reinforce that.

But the look he gives Persephone, one only she can see, amends that to say, 'Hasn't happened yet.'

Edited 2008-02-17 06:55 (UTC)

Persephone's black eyes glitter even as she steps back to tie her mass of her black hair up, twisting it into a knot. If Bill dreams while she's there, the Queen of the Underworld and goddess of necromancy?

Is not going to be happy.

Doctor humor. Great. Bill does manage a part of a smile for it though.

At Persephone's question that vanishes and there's a flash of panic.

Malcolm's answer and hand settle him, not having the strength for it plays a part as well, and he leans his head back on the bed.

"Alright...whatever needs doin..." He closes his eyes and tries not imagine the hospital, not to smell the rot and decay there or hear the Doctor's voice mocking in his ears.

"Ok, Bill, let's let you get some genuine rest here for a while. And don't worry. We've got you covered here now."

Malcolm's pulled a strange, futuristic-looking contraption over next to the table, and pushes a couple of buttons. But the mask Malcolm gently puts over Bill's mouth and nose is familiar enough. Within seconds, Bill can feel himself slipping into a different, safer kind of sleep.

Except, of course, the last thing Bill hears before going under is Malcolm angrily exclaiming, "What the hell?" as the doctor discovers a wad of dirty, ether-soaked bandages packed into Bill's gut.

Malcolm gets a raised eyebrow from Persephone, coming back after washing her hands and pulling gloves on.

"Very professional."

"Sorry, but--," Malcolm pauses as he removes the last of the bandages. "This is--."

"I don't have words for this. These cuts on his chest? A doctor did that. These bandages, shoving them into a man's body like this? A doctor."

"A doctor."

"Well, this is one patient who's going to recover from what that bastard tried to do."

Making good on that takes Malcolm most of the night. But eventually he sees Bill safely to one of the recovery beds (http://community.livejournal.com/ways_infirmary/69838.html).

Edited 2008-02-17 08:53 (UTC)

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