S<strong>usan Cochrane<br/>At the illegal pitfight<br/>With cut men and trainers.</strong><br/><br/><em>Crack.</em><br/><br/>Even if Susan hadn't been watching, the fact that she could hear a skull give way like that over the noise told her it was bad.  She was on the move by the time John nodded to her, she nodded back curtly and scrambled up into the ring, kneeling beside the fighter,  peering at him.<br/><br/>It was as bad as she had feared.  "Bloody hell."  She had picked that up at her grandfathers's knee.  The old man had thought it was hilarious.  Her mom, not so much.  "Right, get that backboard under him, I can't do this here, to a ready room, now, go go go."   She trotted alongside him, checking his vitals, sinking like a stone.  In a room, quieter, much quieter, closed door, AC running. "Ice that, ice it now!"  Snapped orders at the fighters crew, they fumbled ice packs against the swelling, he had blood oh merciful God blood was coming from his nose.<br/><br/>The world vanished, time vanished, all she saw was a man and his wound, she snapped orders gave directions  her hands flew, diving into her kit bag, dancing across the fighter's skull cleaning, probing, hands steady as a rock as she made small cuts to relieve pressure and she was swearing under her breath because oh God he needed a hospital he needed it now.  And in the back of her mind she could hear and see John smiling and talking about dispensing healing.<br/><br/>But she made it happen.  It cost her but she reached along his lifeline found the death angel bitch tugging on it and elbowed her in the teeth.<br/><br/>So to speak.  But of all the bad hairy shit she had seen in her new life.... this got to her.  When she sagged back, checked his vitals, found them in shouting distance of normal and as God was her witness she didn't know why he was still alive.  Hands red halfway to the elbow in his blood, hair plastered to her skull with her sweat, and ready to kill for a one liter Coke.   With vodka, you bet.<br/><br/>She staggered over to a sink, braced and helped by one of the fighter's crew she nodded thanks and scrubbed, scrubbed, hauled off her bloody shirt so tired she didn't give a damn who saw her small tits and shrugged into a clean one.<br/><br/>She gave one of John's people a dirty look.  "He'll make it.  He can use a hospital stay, but he'll make it without one.  Probably."  She looked away, he didn't exist as far as she was concerned as she started talking to his cut man and his trainer, giving directions, advice, suggesting what to buy for him - they might have better contacts than she did, might be able to actually get the stuff.  Or maybe his sponsor would.<br/><br/>She'd had it.  She staggered out of the room, wobbled back over to Damian and her friends and collapsed into a chair, barely nodding thanks to Damian as he handed her a coke.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2012-08-30 15:36:24, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 4d6 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=40769)<br/><br/>Full Result: Healergirl rolled: 4d6<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 1, 1, 1, 5,<br/>Total: 8<br/>Use a point of healing to bump the five to a six, and two Fortune to buy two successes to stabilize him.  <strong>3</strong> success total. <br/><br/>Based on the poor die rolls... this is taking some time.<br/><br/> E's dicebot does not love me.</div></div>