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John Egbert ([personal profile] hamburellakind) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2012-12-10 10:12 pm

Ring around the rosie [open]

Who: Everyone
Where: Egypt
When: Monday (Plague Day)
Rating: R for violence
Summary: Everyone is dying.
The Story:

[ooc: Pick a death, any death!]
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in where lo guesses about 1920s medicine

[personal profile] surgicalprodigy 2012-12-11 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Alan, somehow, has managed to stay uninfected for now. This situation is bad. All he knows is that there's some kid on the floor in pain, in the fetal position. Everyone is dying and this is bad. Hell, he doesn't even know John's name, or half of the other people's names here.

"Hey!? Can you hear me? Stay with me!"
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[personal profile] surgicalprodigy 2012-12-13 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Woah, the windy thing trips him out. Is this kid some kind of superhero? He has no idea. Maybe he should just leave for fear of this superhuman boy killing him.

"..What the..? H-hey! I can help you!"

He fights the wind a little bit, but doesn't put up much of a struggle.
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[personal profile] surgicalprodigy 2012-12-13 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, maybe it's best that John forced him away, but Alan is stubborn as shit. He's going to help John, because put bluntly, Alan never gives up on someone who's hurt or dying.

"Then I'll get gloves. Okay?"
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[personal profile] surgicalprodigy 2012-12-13 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Alan leaves to go find some gloves. He comes back a short while later with the gloves and a bunch of miscellaneous supplies, mostly gauze and some mysterious olde timey liquid pain medication. The closets are awfully weird.

The young man awkwardly piles all the medical junk on the floor next to John.

"I'm going to clean up your arms."

At the moment he plans on giving some pain meds and getting John's nasty sores taken care of. Baby steps.
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[personal profile] surgicalprodigy 2012-12-14 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Alan carefulllyy takes one of his wrists. John is sick, and he knows it. This is like..Dr. Bleed getting poisoned level sick. Alan goes about putting some disinfectant on the sores and wrapping them up with gauze, unless John shows signs of fighting him again.
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[personal profile] surgicalprodigy 2012-12-14 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"How much pain are you in? Want me to give you something?"

He inspects the bottle the closet gave him. Opium tincture. He knows enough about this stuff to know that it tastes like ass. Luckily, dosing instructions are provided!
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[personal profile] surgicalprodigy 2012-12-15 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
He unscrew the cap and takes out the dropper.

"Make sure you swallow it. You'll thank me later."

Alan offers the dropper to John, correctly dosed, more or less.
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[personal profile] surgicalprodigy 2012-12-16 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Blood. Ugh. Internal bleeding isn't something that's easy to treat, especially when it's on this scale. There's a lot of other issues if his hemorrhage is that bad, but Alan's confidence never wavers. His brow furrows.

"You're gonna be okay, just..hang in there."

He empties the dropper into John's mouth.

"..Going to have to swallow the blood, too."

He then rummages through his supplies. Shit. He doesn't have what he needs to perform treatment, mostly because he didn't expect internal bleeding. Looks like he needs to make another closet trip..