Nightshift 33: Walk-In Refrigerator

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[From here]

It was cold. But for once, it wasn't the first thought that crossed Wolfram's mind as he was practically thrown into the giant cooler. He was more worried about his eyes than anything. It still hurt to open them, and when he tried nothing would focus anyways. And he could still hear what was going on in the kitchen behind him.

Crawling over to the nearest side, still clinging possessively to his items, he tried to focus on listening for Aidou and "John" as best as he could, trembling more in fear than from the cold. Not that he would admit to being almost terrified. No, of course not. Wasn't like he wouldn't be seeing that ugly thing in his dreams for the next five years at least.

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[reanalyze.livejournal.com]

Citan wasn't far behind, thankful to Armand for holding the door for them. He was weakened now, but damned if he was going to show it. He was stronger than this!

And as soon as Armand was through, they could continue to the basement. Hopefully un-bothered.

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Armand nearly fell through the door, blood running freely from his shoulder and arm, but even though it hurt so bad he felt he could faint, it didn't feel as if anything was broken. It was just a passing blow, devastating, but he doubted it was with the creature's full strength. His vision wavered, but he felt it necessary to try to smile for his companions, to pretend it wasn't as bad as it was.

"Our friend didn't want to let me go without a hug," he said, too breathless to sell the half-hearted joke.

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

TK dropped his club once Armand was in the door, tearing his bloodstained shirt off and starting to tear it into strips as well as he could without much help from his left arm. He found a wall and slid down to sit on the floor. "Dr. Uzuki, help Armand. My clavicle's broken and I don't know if that thing hit an artery." There was one, right behind the shoulder. The subclavian artery. A big one, coming off of one of the first branches away from the heart.

He made a messy compress and started tying it into place over the wound with strips of cloth. He winced, trying as well as he could to ignore the way this was making the two halves of his collarbone buckle inward. He could still move his left arm, at least. He just couldn't raise it, not without causing enough pain to make him feel dizzy. With a snap that clean, he probably wouldn't be able to slot the two halves of the bone back into place. It would be swelling up too much pretty soon to be able to tell, anyway.

He just focused on breathing, and hoping that he didn't have an artery cut in half.