Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Bloodstone Medical Center

as written by Tiko

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.

"Tell me what we've got here, Jesse," Reinhard said.

"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 help me in the operating room as soon as he's stable."

Taking hold of the gurney Vanessa was laying on, Reinhard wheeled her away at a hurried pace.
 
as written by Script

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 Saarai

Valentino's hearse pulled up to the back of the building, the man's eyes taking note of the van already there. He shook his head as he got out of the vehicle, large doctor's bag in hand.

He usually wore suits, but for this Valentino dressed down to a pair of slacks, boots, and a long-sleeved shirt. He expected to get messy, especially if things were as dire as Bastien made it seem on the phone.

"Where?" He asked as soon as he stepped into the center, wasting no time if he was going to save any of his pack.
 
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.
 
as written by Tiko

The situation was indeed dire as Valentino entered. Vanessa was being wheeled away on a gurney, her skin pale and visible knife wounds in her side, while Baron himself was bleeding heavily from multiple wounds.

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.

"Here," Jesse called as he caught sight of Valentino's arrival. "You practice medicine?" he asked as he pulled a tray of utensils over, grabbing a hemostat.

He didn't recognize Valentino, but then again he had only been with the pack a few months. While waiting a response from Valentino he moved the dressing that was packed against Baron's throat to get at the wound there to clamp off the bleed in the carotid artery.

"I need an IV in," he added as he worked to get the clamp in place.

"And 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.

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.
 
as written by Script

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.
 
as written by Saarai

Valentino nodded, looking around for any IVs to use. He wasn't sure where anything was kept these days, but he assumed the familiar places would be the place to look.

"You know his type?" Valentino asked Jesse, "His blood type? That's a bad injury."
 
as written by Tiko

"AB negative," Jesse answered as he got the clamp in place. "Help me roll him on his side. That silver bullet has to come out," he said.

The flesh in the back of Baron's shoulder was burnt and dead around where the bullet had lodged in his shoulder, and 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.

"Once that IV's in, we need to get him into the operating room."

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."
 
as written by Saarai

The mortician set up the first IV he found, wheeling it over to Jesse and Baron. He put his gloved hands on Baron's body, helping to roll him over so that they could get that bullet out. It had to go before it complicated things further.

They didn't need complications, not while they had targets painted on their backs.

"Where did this happen? Our territory?" Valentino asked, slipping off his bag and dropping it near his feet. "They're bold."
 
as written by Architect

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.
 
as written by Tiko

"You'll have to ask the others later," Jesse answered with a shake of his head.

As he went to work with a pair of forceps he didn't waste his time with cleaning away the dead skin. That could be done later. For now he simply extracted the steaming bullet 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.

"Let's go," he said.

Meanwhile off to the side, Julienne seemed more in shock than anything. Her eyes were fixated on Baron and the work that Jesse and Valentino were 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.
 
as written by Architect

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 Saarai

Valentino pushed the gurney along with Jesse, pulling the IV with him. He looked down at the unconscious Baron and couldn't help but feel for him. He was, for all intents and purposes, family and he kept the pack together all this time.

Valentino couldn't help but regret distancing himself from the pack.

Maybe he could have kept Baron from getting hurt. Maybe not. He didn't know and he never would.
 
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.
 
as written by Tiko

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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