Chains of Retribution Bloodstone Medical Center - Part 1: The Aftermath

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Several weeks later...

Edouard Reinhard had been more than notified in advance about the likely hood of his skills being required tonight, and Bastien had already called ahead to let him know they were on their way in. As the van pulled into the back lot of the center, Reinhard was already waiting to greet them.

The doors of the van were being slid open before Bastien even had the engine off and by the time he opened the drivers door to get out, Baron was already being pulled out onto a stretcher.

"Fill me in, Jesse, and be quick," Reinhard quickly instructed.

"Get Re'Altarm," Jesse told Snow before following after Reinhard with Baron, filling him on everyone's conditions.

While Jesse and Reinhard moved off with Baron, Bastien slid open the door on the opposite side of the van.

"Give her here," Bastien said as he moved to scoop Vanessa up into his own arms.

The large wolf was limp as he carried her inside after the others with Julienne at his heels.

Once inside he lay her on an empty gurney bed.

"You've done one hell of a job to yourself this time, James," Reinhard noted as he used a syringe to draw something from a small vial before he tossed the vial to Jesse. "Dose the other," he said before looking back to Baron. "Going to have to put you out too."

They both knew there was a good chance he may not be waking up again, but he grit his teeth and nodded as he turned over his arm for Reinhard. The muscles and tendons in it strained with the effort to lay still, but it took only a few seconds for the sedative to hit his system where it began to block the hormone production that would be required to signal the body to start shifting. The amber swirl of his irises faded to brown before his eyes fluttered closed.

Nearby Jesse was administering the same injection to Vanessa who was rapidly reverting back to her human form.

"Get that bullet out of him, and prep him for surgery," Reinhard told Jesse. "Come join me in the operating room as soon as he's ready."

Taking hold of the gurney Vanessa was laying on, Reinhard wheeled her away at a hurried pace.
 
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Snow carefully lifted Re'altarm as the others were leaving the van, carrying her inside and laying her down gently on one of the empty beds. Once he'd done so, he glanced towards the others, awaiting further instruction. This was Reinhard and Jesse's field, and he'd defer to their judgement as to where he was needed most.
 
as written by Architect

Alfred's car was low-key enough that he managed to avoid any trouble on the way to his destination. He rather liked the seemingly unimposing sedan that he drove around, It fit his personality quite well. He wasn't one to stand out.

Walking into the building, Alfred carried a large gym bag. He had no idea just what Bastien had intended him to do. The only instruction he'd been given, he'd followed, which is why there was a handgun tucked into the waistband of his pants.

But if it was this building....then Alfred had a very unnerving idea of what was going to be waiting for him.
 
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Julienne had seated herself on the floor against a wall, and blood ran down her arm, but she hadn't made any move to see to the injury.

"Snow, find out Re'Altarm's blood type, and get her setup with an IV and a blood transfusion. She's lost a lot of blood," he instructed as he removed the dressing that was packed against Baron's throat to get at the wound there to clamp off the bleed in the carotid artery.

The situation was chaotic enough that no one seemed to take note of Alfred's arrival at first. People were either helping, or staying out of the way.

Off to the side, Bastien was on the phone again.
 
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Snow nodded his head. He was no medic, but most of the pack knew how to perform basic tasks like setting up an IV or doing a blood test. There weren't enough doctors to go around for them not to. He quickly tossed aside his blood-soaked shirt and took a moment to move through to the washing facilities to clean his hands, face and arms of blood. After moving back through, he took a band, cleaning alcohol and a needle, and set about extracting a small blood sample from Re'Altarm's arm. Once he was finished, he applied a cotton ball and a bandage before moving through to the other room to where the testing equipment was.
 
as written by Architect

The scene seemed just short of a military field hospital, and Alfred found himself extremely nervous about the whole deal. He was glad no one seemed to notice him, he was sure that he'd do no favors of reassuring anyone with his arrival.

Still, he had a job to do, and quickly he walked over to Bastien.

"What do you need me to do?" He asked with a tap on the shoulder.
 
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"AB negative," Jesse answered as he got the clamp in place and rolled Baron to his side.

The flesh in the back of Baron's shoulder was burnt and dead around where the bullet had lodged in his shoulder. Only a few tendrils of smoke still rose from the wound, but the longer it was in the longer it was going to leach silver into Baron's blood stream.

There wasn't anything he could do for the gut wound except apply pressure, which he couldn't do until the bullet was out. They needed a lot more hands than they had available.

Meanwhile Bastien waved Alfed off towards Julienne while he was talking on the phone.

"We need you over at Reinhard's as quickly as you can," he said into the phone. "Swing by Snow's place on the way and pick up Raquette and Sophia."
 
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Alfred stifled a sigh as he looked over his shoulder. So much for getting direction. He was a geneticist, he could tell someone how closely they were related to a banana, but practical medicine? Sure he'd studied some of it, It had been a short period of his research when he had felt some curiosity in the field. That didn't make him a surgeon...

Oh well. He knew enough.

He dug in his jacket pocket for his flask, taking a swig before he started over towards Julienne. Oh this was bound to go over well. He tried to look past her and focus on the wall she leaned against. But he could feel her glaring daggers at him already. He just knew she was going to have a piss poor attitude towards him, even more so than usual.

But orders were orders.
 
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Jesse quickly went to work with a pair of forceps as he extracted the steaming bullet from Baron's shoulder and dropped it onto the tray along with the forceps before rolling Baron back over onto his back.

Grabbing up a handful of dressing he pressed it down over the wound in Baron's abdomen and grabbed onto the edge of the gurney to move him.

Meanwhile off to the side, Julienne seemed more in shock than anything. Her eyes were fixated on Baron and the work that Jesse was doing. Something about him being unconscious made it all the worse. At least before she knew he was still breathing.

Her left arm hung loose at her side, and the shoulder of her leather jacket had a hole in it that was soaked through with blood where a bullet had pierced it and struck her. She didn't seem to pay it any notice though, or Alfred for that matter.

The sight of Baron being wheeled away unconscious on the gurney had her full attention.
 
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Alfred came to a stop beside Julienne, quite frankly surprised at the fact she hadn't barked at him to go get hit by a truck. He didn't know whether to be relieved, or anxious. He glanced down at her arm. He knew she was relatively lucky, if there was any place you'd want to be shot, it'd be the shoulder or arm. Unlike the legs, where you ran the risk of severing the femoral artery, the arms had no major artery or organ.

Still, he had to treat it.

Not sure how exactly to get her attention, Alfred let his bag of supplies drop loudly beside her leg. He doubted he could think up the right words to say to her, and even if he could, she'd probably wouldn't want to hear them from him.
 
as written by Dashmiel

After making sure that treatment of the wounded had began and that Bastien was gathering folks up, Ragenard set out to resolve the problem of his nakedness, hoping that some of his old clothes from his repeated visits to Reinhard's were still lurking around.

On his way off to the back storage rooms, his nose caught a scent he hadn't smelled in years and his brow frowned in irritation. Deciding that tucking away his twig and berries came first, he resolved to find out what the fuck the corpsefucker was doing here later.
 
as written by Script

As the others were being treated, Snow returned to the room with a blood bag and began to set up the transfusion. The process was almost mechanical, his expression unchanging, set in grim focus. So long as he was occupied, his attention needed, he could defer thinking on the events of the night any further. He was peripherally aware of other members of the pack having arrived, but paid them no mind as he went about getting Re'Altarm hooked up to the blood bag.
 
as written by Dashmiel and Tiko

After rummaging about through the giant piles of clothes kept in storage, Ragenard managed to come across some of his old clothes. Unfortunately, they no longer fit him and he had to make do with a pair of dark camo pattern cargo pants that he found fit him.

No longer freeballing, Ragenard returned from the storage rooms and stood for a moment at the threshold of the room, wondering what to do next.

He debated going to check on Baron, but decided he’d just get in the way. He could see Julienne was presumably about to get some patching up done, and by the look of her face, he didn’t want to go up to her just yet.

No, what he had to do next was his duty. He had work to do. Spying Bastien by the doors, he approached the man.
 
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Meanwhile the thump of Alfred's bag seemed to jar Julienne out of her stupor and she blinked up at Alfred. With recognition came realization of his intent, and with realization came a familiar fire in its wake.

"Oh fuck no," Julienne spat. "You're not laying a hand on me. Go fuck a goat."
 
as written by Architect

Ah. There it was, much better. Alfred almost breathed a sigh of relief, almost. As willing as he was to "fuck off" and leave the woman who probably hated him more than anything else in the world to her own devices, orders were orders, and Bastien was one person Alfred always felt comfortable listening to.

"Everyone else is busier with those in critical condition. Or would you rather they stop what they're doing so we can cater to your desires?" He took a knee and started to fish through his bag. He pulled out some supplies, along with a scalpel. He put the sharp blade on her lap.

"If I screw it up you can stab me in the shoulder." He was willing to bet she'd do it anyway, but he had to do his best.
 
as written by Dashmiel

Ragenard walked off from Bastien before waiting for an answer, expecting the man to take care of things with intel for now, and walked up to Alfred and Julienne just in time to catch the end of their exchange.

"I don't think it's the shoulder she'll be stabbing, weaselface," called out Ragenard as he got to them. "She'll live. Fuck off and go be useful somewhere for once in your life. Go see if they need any help in the operating room. Now."
 
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Alfred looked over his shoulder at Ragenard, watching him quietly as he debated whether to follow his instructions or continue doing as Bastien had told him to do. He was always more than willing to follow orders, but he always hated when he had to deal with conflicting ones. Bastien's departure however, meant Alfred wouldn't have that protection should Ragenard try to force him to follow the command with more than just words.

Finally he shrugged, getting back up to his feet and picking up his bag. Leaving the supplies beside Julienne's leg. He didn't even mutter so much as a "whatever" before walking away. It was fine with him if they considered him useless, he didn't want anyone relying on him anyway.

He made his way to the Operating room, and took a moment to compose himself before entering.

"Heh," Julienne remarked. "Having his dick nailed to the floor might be an improvement. Fucking waste of space."

Meanwhile the door banged closed loudly nearby, punctuating Bastien's departure and likely less than stellar mood.

"Where's he going?" Julienne asked with a grimace as she peeled back her jacket enough to get a look at the bullet wound underneath.

"To be useful, I hope," replied Ragenard with a glance at the door, hoping he didn't have to go and fish Bastien out from getting killed later. He had no idea what was going on, but he was sure their whole world was burning. Or so he felt inside.

"Not alone you don't mean," Julienne began with a start. She made moves as if to get up. "I'm going with him."

Having stepped away from Re'Altarm's side to look over the rest of the room, Snow moved over to where Julienne was sat. "Your arm needs fixing up," he stated, "going anywhere with that injury is a bad idea."

"He's right," proclaimed Ragenard with a frown towards Julienne "Stay the fuck still and let him work you over. We need you on the mend as soon as possible. Now's not the time for bullshit bravado, we need to stand together at our best or die. Besides, it'll give us time to talk, I need to talk to you both."

"And how many fucking bullet holes do you think he's going to have in him when he gets back?" Julienne growled. "What the fuck where you thinking."

Ignoring Julienne's protests to allow Ragenard to have it out with her, Snow began to set about cleaning and stitching the bullet wound using the supplies Alfred had left behind.

Ragenard's eyes turned dark for a second before he addressed Julienne. "I was thinking that the shit is hitting the fan, but we don't know who's shitting. I was thinking he's a big boy, and in case you didn't notice, our pack leader is laying at death's door. This is an all hands situation, no time to baby the fuck around" he growled, before kneeling next to Snow and looking Julienne in the eye. "So shut the fuck up, get better, and don't talk shit to me until you can swing that arm at me if you disagree with my actions" finished Ragenard

Julienne's eyes were a swirl of amber as she met Ragenard's gaze with a fiery one of her own. But she had no retort for him and she finally looked away, cooperating for the most part with Snow's efforts to clean out the wound.

"What's the plan, then," she growled.

"For now, there is no plan. We collect ourselves, mend, and once we know what's going on out there, then we go and fuck it up. Same old shit, nothing new here" replied Ragenard with an exhasperated sigh. Last thing he needed was to get the she-bitch in a tit.

Surveing the room, he decided to change the topic from Bastien's departure:
"Would you two care to tell me how the fuck it is that we find ourselves here? What the fuck has been going on?"

"Fuck if I know," Julienne answered. "Baron got a call that Jesse had been spotted being moved to the Casino. Then we got word that the Scions were out in force, heading for Cascastel. Baron sent Marc and Carlisle with Jacques to go clean out Renard's shop, and the rest of us headed over to the Casino to get Jesse back while it wouldn't be well defended. They were waiting for us when we came out."

"Divide and fucking conquer. Neatly too. Who got you word that the Scions were out" asked Ragenard as he digested the quick summary of events.

"I don't kn-" she let out a hiss as Snow started jabbing around in the open wound. "Fucking son of a whore," she bit out through grit teeth. "I don't know."

"Baron got the call, but he never said who it was," Snow said, his expression tightening somewhat at Julienne's words.

"The number's probably on his phone," Julienne said.

Ragenard nodded to himself as he spoke "Good. Hopefully we can do something with it. Was his phone on him? Hopefully it didn't get fucked. We'll have to check once they're through with him."

"Has anyone heard from Marc and the others yet?" she asked.

"Not that I've heard," Snow replied with a frown. He had yet to check his own phone since they set off from the Den. He was putting the finishing touches to the front stitching now, so he could check it momentarily before moving onto her back.
 
as written by Knosis

Gun shots, hot blazing sun, the desert dust flying all around. Re'Altarm held the gun close to her as she ducked behind one of the many sand dunes and the truck. To her right, a man she barely knew stared up at her with eyes that would never see again. To her left, a woman laying in crimson soaked sand, holding her neck where her life force was leaking.

She was alone, out numbered 1 to 4. A man with dark clothes rounded the jeep, raising his gun towards the girl. Panic filled her chest as she knew she would be done for. But the man did something odd. Instead of pulling the trigger, the man's bones and body figure began to change slowly, with eerie popping sounds and ripping that were unnatural of any human. The next thing she knew, she was underneath the werewolf again, staring up into its eyes. Those eyes that wanted to rip her apart limb for limb.

She gasped as she woke up, disoriented and confused as she was no longer in the desert son, waiting for death. But it still felt like a war zone to her. Faces she didn't recognize, sounds and smells coming stronger to her than they had before, as if she were still in fighting. Some how, she was still alive.

Jesse

A single thought spurred her to action. Leaping from the bed ripped the IV from her arm, and her eyes were glowing bright amber. She looked ready to attack the next closest person, despite being a little woozy on her feet. She needed to find him, and she needed to save him.
 
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"Looks like the new girl is awake," Julienne noted as Snow snipped the last bit of thread.

Snow looked up and over his shoulder, frowning. "She shouldn't be walking yet," he noted with concern, "I'll try and calm her down."

"Walking is probably the least of your concern. Bitch looks like she's about to shift," Julienne pointed out.

"Who the FUCK is that? Muzzle her or I will. For fuck's sake, we're having Baron cut open in the next room and now she knows where this is" Ragenard growled loudly.

"It's the girl Jesse brought back before all this," Snow explained. "She was taken along with him." Rising to his feet, he stepped cautiously towards Re'Altarm, "It's alright," he said, keeping his voice as gentle as he could manage, "You're safe. Jesse's here, but you can't see him right now. You need to lie down, you've lost a lot of blood."

The girl's amber gaze shifted to Snow and narrowed. "How can I take you by your word?" The phrase sounded more like a demand. In all her years on the combat field, she knew not to always trust what you saw. "This could be another sick twisted game that bitch pulled out of her ass." Still, her figure wavered as another bout of dizziness took hold.

"Of fucking 'course she's unbalanced too" muttered Ragenard softly to Julienne. His patience was quickly getting frayed, he did not want to be dealing with this right now.

"Hey, bitch," Julienne hollered. "We got our asses chewed up getting you out of there. Mind sitting yours down so it wasn't for nothing?"

"Look around. If we wanted to hurt you, why would we have you on a hospital bed receiving emergency care?" Snow frowned with exasperation, "Sit down, before you pass out."

"Raven did that a bit. Kind of like cat and mouse. She never forgave when I nearly slit her throat.." She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor.

"The last thing I remember was Rowan forcing Jesse to take out bags of my blood to give to some woman.."

Ragenard massaged the bridge of his nose in irritation. He really didn't want to be dealing with strange folks mental problems right now. "Right. You guys deal with that. I'm going to check our perimeter" said Ragenard as he walked away and followed Bastien's lead of banging the door loudly on his way out.

"If you want to help your body recover, you need to rest on the bed where I can get another IV set up," Snow said. "You need blood back in your system."

Re looked up at Snow then back to the bed she had left. "I'll get some rest.." She muttered. "But don't stick that thing back in me.."

Snow raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. "Suit yourself," he stated flatly, deciding it wasn't worth the fight. He turned away and moved back over to Julienne. "I should finish your stitches," he said.

Julienne hadn't moved from where she sat, and her coat was still half off so that Snow could get at her shoulder, but in her free hand she was dialing a number into her phone. The dried blood was beginning to flake off as she held the phone to her ear.

Snow set to work on the exit wound in silence, allowing Julienne a measure of quiet to make her call.

No answer came over the phone, and Julienne hung up on the voicemail. There was worry etched into her expression, but she said nothing more as she let Snow work in silence.
 
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It was at this time that Ulrich pulled up to the medical center with Raquette and Sophia. When he happened upon the group, a wash of guilt swept across his face.

"What's going on?" he rasped. He looked about them. Everyone, grim or angry or both.
 
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