<div class="floatleft">(http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a91/Redfoxmagi/B7GG_RmCMAAbBlC_zpskqkcli9h.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hrithik Patel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12375556#msg12375556)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Los Angeles, CA | July 22, 2017 | 11:13 pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710), Semi-open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Post-concert wind down<br/><hr/>Hrithik had been about to launch a stinging quip about dogs and Sam's preference in sexual positions when he saw Donny get in what appeared to be something similar to a Full Nelson on the light technician.  Seeing it coming, the young Indian man figured that he could use the ammunition to tease her and Sam more once she was trussed up and helpless.  However, once she went limp, a cold, empty feeling sat in the pit of his stomach.  What was causing it?  Reflexively, he began to analyze the problem with the practiced, quick efficiency of a clinician in the way only a person studying Medicine could do.  Within moments, it dawned on him.  Dara was limp, but it was her eyes.<br/><br/>Her eyes looked dead.<br/><br/>At that moment, everything starting to click.  She never wanted anyone to touch her or even be near her, had no relationships as far as anyone could tell, only close person was someone on the level of a sibling of similar age.  Those were all signs of abuse.<br/><br/>"Donny, let go of--" he began, reaching out a hand as he started to get up from his seated position.  But, the light bulbs burst overhead and what could only be something like a feral warcry tore itself from Dara's lips.  The blood flying into the air told him that the warning had come too late.<br/><br/>It was something he had seen before during his Psychiatry rotation.  Victims of abuse usually reacted in one of two ways: deadening themselves to the stimulus in question or reacting extremely violently.  However, before the violence there tended to be a small window of inaction as they relived the event in question.  It was like a trigger that would push them toward the 'fight' part of the 'fight or flight' sympathetic response.  And considering that it was highly unlikely that the light bulbs all burst at once due to a random power surge, it was likely that Dara's 'fight' response probably had the potential to become deadly.  Pushing off the couch, he didn't run toward her because, being one of the Evolved, he was probably the best person for the job.  He ran toward her because she was a young woman crying out for help in her own way, and he had become a physician in order to give aid to those that needed it.  And right now, she definitely qualified.<br/><br/>Crushing glass from the shattered bulbs underfoot, Hrithik covered the distance between them in several running strides before he reached down and grabbed Dara's arms from behind to pull her off Donny.  However, with their relative heights, he ended up having to use his legs and fell on his rear on the ground, using his arms to bind up the young woman's across her body, making sure to not leave his face exposed to the rear headbutt she had given her unfortunate victim earlier.<br/><br/>"Dara!  Dara, stop!" he exclaimed, holding her firmly as he had been taught.  Usually, it was not the best idea to hold an abuse victim like this, but it was the only way to stop her violent outburst without waiting for her to pummel Donny to death.  It was better for her to throw the violence against him than onto Donny.  After all, Hrithik could probably weather whatever abuse she dished out more than the others could.  "Come back to us!  It's over!"