forum Realistic Modern Day RP {Open}

Started July 22, 2018 by @RatGoddess

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Where are they^^ Conner can help but he has no idea where they are XD Also, what's wrong so I know how to heal him?//

(OOF gotchu)

Conner helped Claire to walk at first, then, when she could walk on her own, he set off towards where Fiona had gone. He paused in front of a run down building and looked over, hearing groans. The boy ran in and saw Clovis laying on the ground. Immediately, his mind raced with instructions, "You," he said, pointing to Darren, "Get him on a bed and keep him awake. Don't let him pass out," with that, he ran off into the hospital, collecting things from the different room and muttering instructions to himself

Claire wobbled a bit, but decided to head on inside to where they put Clovis. Don’t tell me he’s going to die… all because of me…. I should be the one dying…..

(She can’t really do much….)

Fiona smiled weakly and started grabbing her supplies, whispering to Clovis "You are going to be fine buddy,"

Molly helped Darren haul Clovis up onto a bed, but he sat upright and stared angrily into the distance instead of lying down.
Molly glares into his eyes, then walks over to Fiona.
(If you guys didn't catch it, Clovis is a big guy (not fat, just buff) so he's heavy)

"Clovis, lay down." Fiona said to him, turning to Molly "What's up?"

Molly glares Clovis' way.
"He won't hear you. He's on the verge of what I like to call a mental breakdown. A violent one, from the looks of it." she tightens her grip on her gun. "If he does anything, I'll knock him out. I imagine the noise of Claire's ankle being popped back triggered it."

Fiona nodded "Ok, well, lets get going." She said, walking up to him and touching his arm lightly.

He flinches, then takes his arm back, still glaring into the distance. Molly sighs and takes his arm roughly.
"Stay still, ya monster."

Fiona chuckled and took his arm again, taking off the makeshift bandages quickly.

Clovis blinks, wincing a bit from the stinging pain. His arm is still bleeding, but not as bad as before.

Conner walked back in, "Get him laying down," he said to no one in particular, wheeling over an iv machine, "There's no electicity but I should be able to manually insert this," he muttered more to himself than anything else, "He needs to lay down though. Now," Conner said again, searching through the supplies for things he'd need

Molly stepped back once and crossed her arms.
"He's not a puppy. He's mad. I don't think he'll do it."

Conner looked at her, suddenly confident and serious since he was in his element, "Look, if he doesn't lay down, I can't put the iv in. I don't put the iv in, he doesn't get fluids and nutrients. He doesn't get fluids and nutrients, and he can't replenish blood. He doesn't replenish blood, he dies," the boy growled, "So unless you want to watch him bleed out and then die from malnutrition, I suggest you get him to lay down and stay still," after that, he turned and grabbed wipes, beginning to sterilize the needles. Last thing they needed was an infection. He dropped one and bent down to pick it up, the outline of the gun in his back pocket clearly visible.

Molly eyes the gun Conner has in his pocket, then glares at him. She starts to shove Clovis trying to get him to lay down.
He takes her hand and shove her backwards, obviously not liking it. She growls.
"C'mon, you brat!"

Conner set the needles on the tray before attatching one to the Iv. Having an idea, he grabbed a vile of a clear liquid from the cupboard and filled a syringe with it, walking stealthily to the side of Clovis before leaping and jerking his head to the side, sticking the needle in and emptying it. He leapt back and waited for a second, catching the boy when he fell limp, then leaning him back on the bed, "Anesthesia," he explained vaguely, "Should keep him knocked out for a bit,"

Molly sighs, "Ah, thanks. I was gonna use the butt of my gun if you didn't have and idea."

App stayed by Clovis' side and startled when Connor jumped Clovis to put a shot of liquid in him. She grabbed Clovis and hauled him away from Connor, suddenly frightened of what Connor might do to him. She heaved Clovis up onto pillows, glaring at anyone who was too close. She seemed almost animal like as she hissed at Connor, eyes wide. She snarled at Molly when she commented about the gun.

Dareon had hid, with his bag. He watched everyone from a distance, almost stalking them, he winced when he saw all the different wounds and injuries. He blinked, kinda surprised when the girl, who seemed to cling to the guy who was just knocked unconcious, hissed at the guy who had done it. He mumbled a little too loudly. "Why's she so protective of him..?"

Molly sharply turns around and catches sight of Dareon.
"Hey, there you are."

Clovis' eyes blink drearily, but he's out enough that he's limp and still.

Dareon shrank back when the mean girl noticed him. He turned on his heel and started trying to quickly jog away, a bit frightened.

App sat next to Clovis and gathered him into her arms, cuddling him protectively while staring at the others to make sure they didn't come close.

Molly jogs after Dareon.
"HEY, get back here!" She stops, leaning over and coughing up more blood. She leans her hands on her knees and pants, glaring at him. She really is a horrific sight to behold. That deep glare and the blood trickling down her cheeks. She wipes her face with her arm and stands.
(Aw, App X3)

Dareon stops when the girl coughs up blood. He creeps closer, concerned. "You should be resting…" He chokes out in a hoarse voice. Gods, he hadn't used his voice in forever…

Conner looked at App, "I can't help him if you hold him like that!" he said exhasperated, "Do all of you want him to die?" he was getting frustrated, "Because I have no ties to this man. I can leave and not look back, then you'd have a dead friend. So, if I were you, I'd back the f*ck up and let me work," he held the iv needle in one hand and some tape in the other, "The sooner the better"