jv. The Pit. Accidents and Good News

[dens-extra-pups.livejournal.com]

Leatherneck and Wetsuit: *sitting and hanging their heads as Cat Scan tapes up the cuts and abrasions from their latest knock down drag out fist fight on the training field*

Cat Scan: *is also giving them both a bit of a scolding* Seriously, you two.... Lizzy and I don't even fight that badly, and she's just as stubborn as I am....

Leatherneck: Well if that dumb frog wasn't so stupid...

Wetsuit: You want stupid, jarhead? Look in a mirror.

Cat Scan: *LOOK* Both of you stop, now. *do either of you really want to tick her off?*

Leatherneck and Wetsuit: *look up apologetically, and then GLARE at each other. Glare is suddenly aborted as something blows up over on the other side of the field*

Cat Scan: What the?! *looks to the other side of the field*

Sgt. Slaughter: Medic! We need a medic over here!

Cat Scan: *running over there now!* How many injured, Sgt. Slaughter?

Sgt. Slaughter: *looks up from a badly bloodied and gasping form* One. Snake Eyes got a bad grenade.

Cat Scan: .... *sharp curse! Will alert Ratchet, even as she moves to see where the worst of Snake Eyes' injuries are*

Snake Eyes: *gasps quiet as he calms after the first shock, but his breathing is bubbling now as his damaged lungs fill with blood. Ribs are badly broken, and the hand that had held the grenade is badly out of shape in its black glove*

Sgt. Slaughter: *carefully cuts the ninja's mask away, his craggy face oddly gentle with concern as bloodshot blue eyes blink up at him* Easy, Snake Eyes. You're gonna be alright. *looks up with a scowl* You guys got nothing better to do? I didn't call a break!

JOEs: *scatter*

Cat Scan: *doing her best to keep calm, even though she feels like she's just been sucker punched in the gut* He will be if I have anything to do with it.

Ratchet: *hurrying over, is getting equipment out of his field kit as he moves*

Snake Eyes: *eyes close in a wince as he chokes*

Stormshadow: *quick movement in the back of Cat's shirt*

Sgt. Slaughter: *saw that!* Oh no. The baby's here?

Cat Scan: *quietly and calmly* He's always with me, or close by, Sir.... *working with Ratchet to help Snake Eyes* *to Ratchet* We need to get him to the infirmary....

Ratchet: *just sent a message to First Aid, asking her to prep the operating bay for surgery* The sooner the better. *scanning Snake Eyes and moving to carefully lift the ninja so as not to further aggravate his injuries*

Snake Eyes: *eyes squeeze with pain. Isn't even trying to breathe right now, but blood is leaking from the corner of his mouth*

Sgt. Slaughter: *watching with great concern. Is worried about Snake Eyes, and even more worried about the tiny baby boy who has witnessed his father so badly injured*

Cat Scan: *soothing sounds even as she moves to get out both Ratchet's PINpoint and a hand-held suction device to clear out the blood* *is doing her best to be gentle*

Ratchet: Alright, on three.... *yes, he sees his PINpoint* One... Two... Three.

Cat Scan: *will use the PINpoint to bring Snake Eyes, Ratchet, and Stormshadow to the infirmary* *and do her best to fight down the nauseated feelings the trip causes*

Sgt. Slaughter: *blinks at space that is suddenly empty except for blood stains and torn cloth. Has heard of PINpoints, but in his distracted state doesn't make the connection* What the bloody blue blazes was that?


Infirmary


First Aid: *in the operating bay. Has everything all ready*

Lifeline: *has Aunty Desi safely tucked under Papa's desk to keep her out of the way*

Desinex: *holding Lifeline and clicking softly with worry*

Ratchet: *moving to get Snake Eyes situated, will also share the scan data with First Aid*

Cat Scan: *reassuring Snake Eyes and doing her best to keep calm*

First Aid: *softly, as she looks up from the equipment she'd been starting up* //Can we repair this?//

Ratchet: //He'll be laid up for awhile, but we'll be able to repair him...//

First Aid: *soft sigh of relief and then offers him the sedation mask*

Snake Eyes: *chokes despite his best efforts. There's just too much blood in his lungs*

Cat Scan: *works with the suction device to get as much blood out of the ninja's lungs as she can*

Ratchet: *waiting until Cat Scan's given the go-ahead to put the sedation mask on Snake Eyes* Everything's going to be alright.

Snake Eyes: *good hand weakly signs an affirmative. Opens eyes and looks at Cat Scan*

Cat Scan: *will gently squeeze Snake Eyes' uninjured hand* I'll be right here when you wake up.

Snake Eyes: *crinkles eyes at her, putting on the charm. Then shuts them and goes under peacefully*

First Aid: ...That was fast. *scans* Oh, it's some of his ninja stuff. There we go. Sedation complete.

Ratchet: *soft clicks for Cat Scan, since he can tell the redhead's worried* Let's get started then...

First Aid: *sprays Cat Scan with disinfectant, then offers her scrubs*

Cat Scan: *will get the scrubs on*

Stormshadow: *clicks an SOS as her shirt comes off and is dropped to the table top with him in it. Worried little bot is curled up unobtrusively, but doesn't think he should be away from Mama now. There's no one else to take care of her*

Cat Scan: *softly* Everything's gonna be alright, Stormshadow....

Stormshadow: *hands up in request of being picked up*

Cat Scan: *crouches and picks up the little mech* *hands are very slightly shaky*

Stormshadow: *into scrubs!*

Cat Scan: *just a bit more reassured now* *will look to Ratchet and First Aid*

First Aid: *sterilizes her again* Here, let me get your back too.

Cat Scan: *turns around so First Aid can have access to her back*

First Aid: *sprays that too, watching the smaller medic's top move around as her determined little bodyguard finds a good spot to settle*

Cat Scan: *turns to face First Aid* *quietly* He'll be alright, won't he?

First Aid: *confidently, as she scans the injured man's vitals* Ratchet says he can repair him.

Cat Scan: *looks to Ratchet, who nods as he works* *takes a deep breath and settles down to assist*


Elsewhere, aboard the Pretty Sailor.


Linda: *hesitantly and clumsily approaching Dad. Is a bit worried since he's been sleeping a lot more, and wouldn't eat the nice sheep she killed for him by breaking its neck instead of using her poison*

Grok: *sleeping deeply, the skin around his eyes creased with discomfort. Feels so cold, but there's just nothing he can do about it*

Linda: *careful touch of Dad's hand. Quiet, nervous sound*

Grok: *startles slightly and tastes the air as he struggles to wake* Hrrrmmm?

Linda: *slight start, more nervous sound as she hesitantly patpats Dad's arm*

Grok: *deep breath and a soft, soothing hiss that trails off as he sinks back into slumber*

Linda: *worry, fret, think. Trying to remember what it was Dad said to do if he wasn't around....*

communicator: *chimes from over by the door*

Linda: *startles and gives the communicator a wary look* *it makes strange noises..... Do not want!*

communicator: *chimes again*

Grok: *doesn't even stir*

Linda: *hisssss at the communicator*

communicator: *chimes a last time, and then the light goes out*

knock: *sounds on the door a few moments later* *muffled voice* Grok? Are you there?

Linda: *flinches at the knock, low hiss at the muffled voice*

voice: Grok? *another knock*

Linda: *more hiss, getting ready to attack anyone that comes through that door*

knock: *louder!* Grok! Hey, are you there??

Linda: *louder hiss. Go away, whoever's out there!*

voice: Grok!!

Linda: *charges the door. Whoever's standing on the other side might want to move if they don't want to get bit through it!*

voice: *muffled yell of shock and surprise. And then footsteps move rapidly away from the door*

Linda: *satisfied that she got whoever was out there to go away, will work on getting her fangs out of the door, hissing softly to herself* *once she's finally managed to free herself, she'll move to fuss and fret over Dad a bit more, though she's not sure what to do, other than try to wake him up*

Grok: *finally stirs after several minutes and opens his eyes* *harsh and raspingly* What...?

Linda: *soft hiss, will try and show Dad the nice sheep she got for him to eat*

Grok: *looks at it blankly, and then tips his head back in the JD gesture for no*

Linda: *quiet, questioningly* No?

Grok: *turns over slowly and painfully so that he's facing her, his breath rasping slightly* I... am not hungry... *skin is greyish*

Linda: *worried sound, fuss* No.

Grok: *makes the head gesture again, then closes his eyes*

Linda: *worried, touches Dad's hand again* *confused* No...

Grok: *hand clenches weakly, but he's not swatting her to show her she's done something she shouldn't*

Linda: *trying to figure out what's wrong with Dad* No... *can see that he's more grey than white. This does not make sense...*

voices: *outside the door, and then the comm chimes again*

Linda: *HISSS at the chime*

male voice: *calls Grok's name*

Grok: *turns his head toward it* ...George...

Linda: *getting agitated and hissing threateningly*

door: *rattles, and then a dark roan arm with a golden mane of hair down the underside suddenly bursts through the damaged metal*

Linda: *charges the perceived threat! Hissssssssssssssssss!!!*

arm: *doesn't withdraw*

Linda: *attacks!*

arm: *...is harder than the door, whut? It's a bit like biting Dad's arm, only this arm's smaller. And a lot hotter*

Linda: *lets go and scoots back, hissing as she puzzles over this for a few moments before gearing up for another attack*

arm: *withdraws very slightly and then rips a big hole in the door. And then a little tiny person with really big golden wings steps through and looks up at Linda with calm indifference*

Grok: *watching the stranger with a frown of surprise*

Linda: *hisssss, going to try and attack again, is in quite an agitated mood now*

stranger: *grabs the young Kevar viper by the head and shoulders, then twists and spins and bounces her off the wall* *still calm* Stop zat now.

Linda: *giving herself a good shake, will try and and make a clumsy retreat to behind Dad*

Grok: *as he's pushed to the edge of the bed he's watching this strange alien woman and thinking that she will be able to help with Linda now that his body is starting to give up due to lack of proper warmth. And then she touches him, and he makes a soft gasp of surprise at the heat of that small hand. It's like holding a fire warmed clay warming kitty* *softly, and urgently* Pleasssse. Ssstay with me. I need warmthhh. *holds out his arms appealingly*

stranger: *blinks, then tilts one long slender ear back toward the door, which is being repaired by JD crewmembers in protective suits. Looks at Linda*

Linda: *warily watching the stranger, will duck behind Grok and hiss softly*

stranger: *looks back to Grok* I am Stoneheart, of the GI JOEs.

Grok: And I am corporal Grok Johnson, IGP. *weary sigh of relief as the woman lets him pull her into his arms. So warm. So wonderfully warm. Hug snuggle*

Stoneheart: *puts her wings around him, ears back with a frown of concern as she hears the sluggishness of his circulation and the congestion in his lungs. Speaks calmly to the Kevar child* Vhat ist your name?

Linda: *hunkering down a bit* *softly repeating what Dad calls her* Lin-da... *still watching you warily, Stoneheart*

Stoneheart: *nods, one ear perking toward the young girl* Do you like to be varm, Linda? *brushes the youngster with the outer edge of one wing*

Linda: *hesitantly* Warm good....

Stoneheart: *nods* Are you hungry?

Linda: *looks to the dead sheep, gives it a considering look*

Stoneheart: *turns slightly to see what the child's looking at, then nods* Best eat zat. But stay avay from ze men fixin' ze door.

Linda: *moves to approach the sheep, will try and bring it over, since Dad needs to eat too*

Stoneheart: *ears back in a frown* Vhat're you doin'?

Linda: *slowly* Dad eat firsst....

Stoneheart: Nah. Dad's tired vright now. You go ahead 'n eat zat 'un.

Linda: .... *puzzling over this now*

Stoneheart: Dad'll eat later on. *soothing tone in that usually calm and indifferent voice*

Linda: ..... *hesitantly moves to poison the dead sheep* *will begin eating, though she'll also watch Stoneheart*

Stoneheart: *has turned back toward Grok, but her ears are watching Linda*

guys at the door: *tell Linda she's a good girl, and then wave to her with small waves before letting the door close with them on the outside*

Linda: *eats quickly, then moves to make her way back to Grok and Stoneheart*

Stoneheart: Careful. *slight ear flick that looks cheerful*

Linda: *stops to look around for her tarp. Wondering now if the trick with putting it over the heating vent to trap the warm will work with Stoneheart.... Is going to try it!*

Stoneheart: *quizzically* Vere're you goin'?

Linda: *sees tarp on the floor! Will grab it* Tarp.....

Stoneheart: Ah. *tips ears back to watch the youngster. Doesn't want to move and disturb the big man who's hugging her so desperately*

Linda: *going to puzzle about how to get the heavy tarp over Stoneheart now*

Stoneheart: *sees what she's doing and helps with one winghand till the three of them are fully covered by the rough material* Zat vhat you vanted? *warmth from her body starts to fill up the space beneath the tarp*

Linda: *nod, happy little sound as she coils as best she can in the space between Dad and the wall*

Grok: *deep sigh as he relaxes a bit*

Stoneheart: Gut. Go ta sleep. *gets her radio and lets General Hawk know that she was just asked to join a family, and that she needs a transfer*


Back at the Pit, an hour and a half later


Ratchet: *carefully finishing the last of the sutures and putting a layer of bandages on Snake Eyes' chest* There.... The real challenge now is going to be convincing him that he has to rest....

First Aid: I don't think so, Ratchet. *gently working to bring the injured man out of sedation* Remember, he's our calmest JOE, along with Stoneheart. *checks the drainage tube that now comes from Snake Eyes' chest, then looks at Cat Scan*

Cat Scan: *gently smoothing Snake Eyes' forehead, worry clear on her face despite knowing that Ratchet and First Aid are good at their jobs*

First Aid: *quietly* Ratchet, do you think a bed in a box will be alright for Snake Eyes?

Ratchet: *quietly* I think so.... *sees the worry on his partner's face, and knows that part of it is because of Wild Bill and Blades going missing* *softer* Whatever type of bed we put him on, Cat Scan will want to be close by....

First Aid: *softly* That's why I was suggesting the portable bed. Though he won't need one with high sides. ...So the lid to Cat Scan's will probably work. *hurries out of the operating bay to let her daughters know that the surgery was successful. Gives a startled gasp after a low murmur of Desinex speech*

Ratchet: *going to get the lid from Cat Scan's bin bed, since he knows that the woman will yell if anything happens* //First Aid? Is something wrong?//

First Aid: *turns and looks from where she's standing in the office door feeding a fretful Lifeline* *quietly* Stoneheart's asked for a transfer out of GI JOE.

Ratchet: ... Why did she do that?

First Aid: She says Corporal Grok needed her. His people are sensitive to temperature and electrical currents, and she thinks he was starting to die from being too cold all the time.

Ratchet: *wince* I see....

First Aid: She said that he asked her to stay with him, and among her people a request like that's important. *smooths Lifeline's helm as the baby sighs and falls asleep*

Ratchet: *small nod* And since he has a dangerous ward.....

First Aid: Yes, she said that Linda needs a mother.

Ratchet: *soft chuckle* And having someone else who isn't bite-able....

First Aid: *nods, then peers toward the operating bay* *softly* Think she's caught her breath after the cry?

Ratchet: *small nod* *quietly* I just hope everything works out....

First Aid: Trust God. *pats his chest gently, and then goes to get blankets and a mattress for the box lid*

Ratchet: *nods and moves to go get the box lid situated*

Cat Scan: *looks up from holding Snake Eyes' hand, her eyes still a bit red-rimmed* *very soft snerk as she sees the box lid*

First Aid: *as she comes in a moment later* He'll like this better than a hospital bed. I got Quick Kick to run and bring me his futon. *offers the thick sleeping mat to Ratchet*

Cat Scan: *nods*

Ratchet: Let's get him situated. *will grab the futon and get it set on the box lid*

First Aid: *offers the sheets and blanket to Cat Scan. Still using the other hand for baby*

Cat Scan: *moves to get the sheets and blanket on the futon* *soft chuckle as she notices the blanket's a soft fleece one. Will put it on the futon first*

First Aid: I found those on a site that sells reusable menstrual pads. It's got a leak proof lining. *slight smile* I think they'll be a lot nicer to sleep on than a plastic coated mattress.

Cat Scan: *nods her agreement as she works on getting the sheets so they're going the right way* Yeah....

First Aid: *holds Lifeline out to Ratchet after the baby pops off the feedport* Are we going to move him out to the main room for now? It's not even lunch time yet, so we still have several hours of shift.

Ratchet: *nods as he reaches for Lifeline* We can keep an eye on him there.....

First Aid: *hands over sleeping baby, and then goes to scan Snake Eyes and check his drainage tube and his casted and splinted hand* Poor Snake Eyes. You'll be better soon.

Stormshadow: *little peek up at First Aid from the back of Mama's collar*

Cat Scan: *as she finishes getting the sheets right* Yeah... He'll be alright...

First Aid: Yes. *looks at the bed, and then scoots it closer to Snake Eyes before very carefully transferring him* There we are. *blinks as a sudden scuffle and commotion comes from the main part of the infirmary*

Ratchet: .... *looks that way*

Cat Scan: ....

Tunnel Rat: *spangs off a wall and then transforms as he hits the ground* Yous guys shouldn't turn off your radios! They found 'em! They found Blades 'n Wild Bill!

((Written with random_xtras))

Continued here