forum After America - Dystopian RP

Started April 03, 2018 by @ImNotCrazyImAFangirl

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"I'll take that then. And a milkshake please." Jackie sat back and smiled at the waitress as Kailey looked over the menu.

"Sure!" Ree said.

Ricky wrote down the orders quickly and said, "Anything else?"

"That's it for me.." Bella said, looking at the others.

"Okay, anyone else need anything?"

“Nope.”

Vaughn had nodded and flicked on the radio when she left. He listened to the news story about his most recent “murder”. They made it seem so.. terrible. He was doing the right thing, wasn’t he? Helping mothers and children be safe?

"Okay, just let me know if you need any help!"

//later…

Haven stumbled in, cursing. There was a bag over her shoulder, and her hand was pressed against her leg, where blood was sleeping through.

Vaughn sat up straight when he noticed Haven’s heavy limp. He walked briskly over to her, looping his arm around her waist for support. “What the hell happened?” He asked quickly, leading her into the backroom. He had a cot in the back where he slept, and he helped Haven to sit down on it.

“Got caught,” she muttered, leaning back. “Soldiers shot at me. I didn’t think there’d be any! Maybe they’ve gotten more?” She lifted her hand away. “That is a lot of blood.”

“Jesus Christ, Haven,” Vaughn said, looking at the wound. “The best I can do is remove the bullet, stitch it, and bandage it.”

Ree went to tell the chef the orders, and headed to the storeroom. She flipped open a secret panel, placed her hand on it, let it scan her, and used a keycard. "Welcome, Captain Apollo. We've been expecting you." a robotic voice said. She went through the hidden door, down the stairs into….. you'll find out.

“That’d be nice. I’ll see if I can find a former medic tomorrow or something. Thanks, Vaughn.”

Vaughn nodded and reached under the cot, taking out a first aid kit. He moved the material of her pants out of the way, just enough to see the complete wound. He dabbed at it for a moment with a bit of gauze, cleaning the blood off of the wound and around it.

"Sooo…" Jackie sighed. "That was a weird meeting. President Harold was in a weirdly decent mood."

She hissed when he brushed over the wound “I think we have to be a lot more careful now. They’ve either doubled the guards or added a good lot.”

Ricky walked back out, looking more misreble than she had in weeks, but she had to keep her cover.

“Sorry.. And really? Shit..” Vaughn responded. He set the gauge aside and glanced up at Haven. “I need to get the bullet out, okay?”

"Yeah," she mumbled, grabbing the edge of the cot. "Go ahead."

Vaughn took out a small pocket knife and dug it into the wound, scraping the bullet out as carefully as he could. He got it out a moment later, letting it drop onto his open palm.

Haven did her best to avoid screaming, but it didn’t end as well as she would’ve hoped.

“Sorry, sorry,” Vaughn said quickly, grimacing. He dabbed at the wound as fresh blood poured out. He then took up the sewing needle and thread. “Once I get it stitched and bandaged, you should, rest it.”

“Yeah, probably. Thank you again, Vaughn.”

“Anything for a-“ Vaughn cut himself off. Friend? Companion? He was completely unsure of what to say. “..-friend.” His jaw clenched and he began to stitch the wound up tightly.