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[OOM: A little fall of rain.]

Eponine doesn't even notice where she's stumbled to as she slips over the threshold of her door. She takes one blind, slow look around before sinking to her knees upon the bar's floor.

If you take a close look at her palm as it slips from its former place upon her chest, you'll see that it's stained red.

[OOC: Reactions and assistance appreciated, but all threads will happen before Gavroche finds her. If you're a doctor or healer type who'd like to help out, please ping me through DM and we'll work on threading order and putting up an infirmary thread.]

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Gavroche barely glances in that direction before he's running, a dreadful cold fear in him, and crashes to the floor next to her with a stasis spell a syllable from activation. But first he needs to know if he'll need it...

"'Ponine. Where are you hurt?"

Edited 2014-05-28 15:29 (UTC)

Confusion marrs her brow. At first she doesn't understand how or why he would be there - then she smiles. Of course. She's finally going to heaven.

Her hand rises toward his face. "All the usual places," she says.

There's a rim of bright red blood spreading from beneath the fold of her dark waistcoat, if Gavroche is still looking about for clues.

"No, you... you're bleeding." He pulls at her waistcoat and the shirt beneath it, exposing skin until he can see where the wound is.

"Shhh," she mumbles. She'd normally protest him yanking at her clothing in public, but she's starting to feel a bit woozy from the blood loss. It's not rushing from her in gushes this time, but it's running thickly and darkly from the wound.

It's not where it must have been the last time, and he breathes out in relief. She's not going to die in minutes, but...

"We've got to get you to a doctor."

She gives him a crooked smile. "That'd be nice, Gav. But I don't think I can move."

Everything feels warm, a little fuzzy and heavy, but not painful. "Thought getting shot's supposed to hurt," she mutters.

"Not always... but it will later." He glances around, intent, then shouts. "GUPPY! Are you down here?"

[ooc: I'll point Char at this]

Guppy is heading down the stairs as Gavroche shouts, and moves straight over.

"What happened?" he asks, reaching to take her hand carefully for her pulse. "Are you Eponine by any chance?"

"She is", Gavroche confirms, hovering anxiously. "I think she's got a bullet in her shoulder."

"Yeah," she grunts out. "It's only a bit of a..." She coughs. "Scratch."

There's still a goodly amount of blood leaking from her wound, but it doesn't seem to be a mortal shot.

"Sure it is." Guppy says, giving her a little smile. "Let's get you in the infirmary and stop that blood loss."

He digs into his pocket and pulls out a packet of gauze and some rubber gloves, which he puts on. He presses the gauze on the wound.

"Can you pop in the infirmary and get the trolley please Gavroche?"

"Yeah." He scurries off to fetch it, glancing back at his sister with every step.

She sighs. "Least it's not my head." The blood's pooling a bit less violently now at least. She turns to Guppy. "S'your name?"

"I'm Guppy." Guppy says. "I'm a friend of your brother's and I'm a doctor, so we'll get you sorted, okay?"

Gavroche comes hurrying back with the trolley.

Eponine's brow knits. "Guppy? Your folks named you for a fish?" She's not making fun, she's just confused. The blood loss isn't helping her brain out.

"It's short for Gurpreet." Guppy says. "Right, Gavroche, we're going to log roll her, slide the board under her, and then lift her onto the trolley, okay?"

"Ready when you are."

"Now that makes more sense," she declares. She'll tell him Gurpreet is a fine, interesting name after she gets the initial jolt of pain involved in being transferred over with.

"Okay Gavroche, one, two, three, lift."

Guppy helps Gavroche gently slide her over, then helps her get into the infirmary for an initial check. He explains what he's doing as he goes, and gets a line in her arm so that Gavroche can hook up some fluids.

"Okay, no major arteries ruptured." he says. "Eponine, I'm going to give you some local anaesthetic into this wound, and then stop the bleeding. It's going to sting for a moment. Can I give you something for the pain too?"

Gavroche is busy doing things with the IV, but glances over at his sister to wait for the answer.

"Can I vote yes?"

She rolls her eyes in her brother's direction. "Guessing that would be for the best."

Ep's never been one to avoid painkillers, anyway.

Guppy gives her painkillers through the hypospray - no needles required - then starts fixing up her arm gently.

"All done."

Gavroche is going nowhere, even when his task is finished.

Eponine lies uncomplaining, comfortable enough for the moment. "So how're you going to fix it?"

"I've tied off the blood vessels." Guppy says. "We just need to do a couple more stitches. It's a little too messy to use the skin fuser I'm afraid."

"'s what happens when you get shot", Gavroche mutters in the background.

She blinks slowly, managing to give something of a roll of her eyes to Gavroche. "So I'll live, then? Do you have the bullet? I wanna keep it."

Guppy offers it to her, in a small jar.

"Maybe you want to wash it."

"I'll do that. Don't worry, sister, you can keep it."

She gives "I might string it round my neck," she suggests. "Then everybody'll know who I'm a survivor....yes, course you should clean it off, Mr. Guppy. I'm not a beast running round with a bloody trophy on my neck."

Guppy snorts, amused.

"Here." he brings her some wipes to clean the bullet on. "But for the moment you should get some rest and let the drip do its work."

The medication's making her speech slurr slightly, but she doesn't mind; it's a comforting kind of haze. "Kay," she sighs. "Can I have a bath when I wake up?"

Edited 2014-08-10 20:45 (UTC)

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