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Post by piñata on Apr 5, 2008 18:16:14 GMT -5
"Some," Jason said. "I'd prefer if there were more, though." He followed Chris' gaze and told Karina, "Have another drink. It'll relax you." She had gotten drunk rather easily before, and from what he had seen was a pretty happy drunk... hopefully, this would keep her from panicking.
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Post by piñata on Apr 4, 2008 11:33:57 GMT -5
Jason finished breathing for O'Connell, checked his pulse, and swore violently. He looked at Chris and said, "If you need me to take over compressions again, just ask. I know that your leg is probably killing you."
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Post by piñata on Apr 4, 2008 9:14:44 GMT -5
"Marsh gas," Jason explained. "I'm going to make us some bombs." He rolled his eyes at LJ and Karina, then said, "Can you take over compressions, Chris?" He moved forward a little bit, so he was closer to O'Connell's head, and started mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He hoped O'Connell didn't wake up until after he was done... the ex-Marine struck him as the kind of guy who might freak out if he woke up to this.
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Post by piñata on Apr 3, 2008 10:43:41 GMT -5
Jason looked up as Chris came over and checked O'Connell for a pulse. "Sorry if I woke you up," he said. "But while you're here, did you see any swamps during your travels?" Chris had seen more of the island than the rest of them... if the materials Jason needed were here, Chris could tell him where.
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Post by piñata on Apr 3, 2008 8:54:50 GMT -5
"I'm trying to keep him from dying," Jason said, feeling for a pulse and, when he didn't find one, adding, "Unsuccessfully." He grabbed O'Connell's foot and pulled, dragging him away from the tree and getting him into a laying-down position. He then proceeded to administer CPR.
"Do either of you know how to do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?" he asked Karina and LJ. If he stopped compressions in order to breathe for O'Connell, then the CPR was an exercise in futility... he would need someone else to get the man breathing.
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Post by piñata on Apr 2, 2008 9:28:27 GMT -5
(OOC: I think dead, but I'm not sure.)
Jason felt O'Connell sliding down the tree he was up against, and tightened his grip on the man. "Don't you f**king die on me, you lazy mick bastard!" he snarled, trying to provoke an angry response from his rapidly fading patient. Anger made people do stupid things, but it also kept them alive.
He bent down, retrieving the picture O'Connell had been holding... it had slipped out of his hand and fallen to the forest floor. Jason thrust it in Sully's face now. "What would she think if she saw you like this, weak and pathetic?" He knew he was probably going too far, but the more adrenaline he could get going in O'Connell's bloodstream, the better chance the injured man had of making it.
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Post by piñata on Apr 1, 2008 11:08:27 GMT -5
"I've got a plan," Jason said, "but I need to stabilize O'Connell and ask Chris some questions before implementing it. Don't worry for now, though... I think those bad guys are going to take at least a couple days to regroup, and as I was just telling Sully here I've never lost a patient, and don't plan to start with him." Jason had stitched the liver wound shut finally, but his worry now was that O'Connell had either lost too much blood, or would go into liver failure. Either of those options was too slow and painful, and Jason wondered whether he could bring himself to shoot O'Connell if it came to that.
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Post by piñata on Mar 31, 2008 11:05:03 GMT -5
Jason kept working on O'Connell, occasionally telling the man what he was doing in case he wanted to know. He let Sully's private thoughts be his own, not commenting on his tears or the picture that had seemed to cause them... the only non-medical comment he made was, "You better not die on me. I've never lost a patient before, and I'd prefer it if you weren't my first."
He looked over at Chris, but he was asleep. Pity... there was something about the island Jason wanted to ask him. Something none of the others, who had been with Jason the whole time, would know.
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Post by piñata on Mar 28, 2008 9:05:52 GMT -5
"Yeah," Jason said. "Good job, Chris." He took a painkiller -- having a dislocated shoulder popped back in was excruciating -- then used his newfound freedom of movement to get better leverage on O'Connell's wound. He could still feel some bleeding occurring inside, but it seemed to have lessened. He wondered if that was a good sign or a bad sign... there were two options here. Either what Jason was doing was working, or O'Connell's body just didn't have much blood left, and he was about to die.
When the ex-Marine spoke, it surprised Jason a little... Sully had been so quiet the past few minutes, he had thought maybe the man had blacked out. "Sure," Jason said. "Can you stand if I help you?"
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Post by piñata on Mar 27, 2008 11:09:29 GMT -5
Jason took the wood and stuck it in his mouth, then growled around it, "Let's just get it over with." He extended the injured arm as far toward Chris as it would go, knowing he would probably need leverage. His other hand remained firmly pressed over O'Connell's liver, applying pressure to hopefully stop the bleeding.
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Post by piñata on Mar 26, 2008 10:35:58 GMT -5
"It's bad," Jason admitted. "I think the spear pierced your liver... you're probably bleeding to death internally. But you're a stubborn bastard, so you'll live." He flashed the ex-Marine a quick smile, to let him know he didn't mean anything by the bastard remark... he was just trying to lighten the mood.
"Karina, painkillers are in my bag," he said. "Back down the beach that way." He tried to point with his left arm, couldn't get it to cooperate, and instead gestured with his head. "Bring some for the rest of us too, will you?" he asked.
He turned his head to look at Chris. "I need you to pop my shoulder back into place before I can help you move LJ and Sully. Do you know how to do that?" The cuts on his back and cheek could wait, but this shoulder was becoming a serious pain in the ass.
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Post by piñata on Mar 25, 2008 11:39:10 GMT -5
(Actually, yer doin' pretty good with the action sequences there, Rosy. Sorry, I'm still postin' with an Irish accent from Saxum Fatale.)
Jason was about to get run through with multiple spears when Tito did a strafing run and took down some of his attackers. He swung with his good arm and both legs to knock the others to the ground, flailing a bit but causing damage. He picked up a spear and threw it at one of the men attacking Chris, but it embedded itself in the sand next to him... as the man turned to face the new threat, Jason picked up another spear and nailed him in the throat with it.
His right arm was growing tired... the left refused to respond when he tried to raise it. He realized he wouldn't be able to fight much longer, and hoped that someone else had a master plan. He turned to check on O'Connell... there was a hole in the man's back where a spear had gone through his body, but he was pounding on a tribesman who looked to already be dead, so he must be okay physically. LJ, on the other hand, was lying on her back with the enemy surrounding her.
Just as he was about to attack LJ's opponents, the tribesmen retreated. He checked on Chris and Karina visually... neither seemed more hurt than they had before, so he went to O'Connell, whose wounds seemed the most severe. "Hold still this time," he said as he went to work.
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Post by piñata on Mar 24, 2008 10:56:01 GMT -5
"Tito, I take back anything bad I ever said about you," Jason said as he saw the dog save Karina's life. Hoisting himself up with his good arm, he threw his knife at one of the men now running toward Chris, and was very surprised when the blade embedded itself in the side of the man's head. How in the blue f**k did I do that? he thought, staring in shock at the hand that had thrown the knife.
"Oh, right. Chris," he said out loud, running after the tribesmen and tackling one to the ground. His fingers found pressure points, and the man lapsed into unconsciousness. Jason took his spear and drove it through the back of the next man in line... when he couldn't get the spear back out, he left it. He kicked the next one in the back of his left knee, hearing bones crunch but not stopping to see how badly he had hurt him. Now some of the tribesmen were turning around, fighting back against Jason. His YMCA karate courses had served him well, especially in conjunction with his knowledge of anatomy, but he was surrounded now, and Karina out of ammo (the others were probably low, too).
His enemies jabbed at him with their spears, and he danced back out of range. They moved forward to attack, and he jumped back out of harm's way again. His back hit a tree. There was no more dodging to be done... he would have to fight them now. He stiffened his right index and middle fingers and drove them into the nearest man's eyes.
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Post by piñata on Mar 22, 2008 15:23:29 GMT -5
Jason raised his left arm, using the heel of his hand to drive another tribesman's nose through his brain. He ducked a spear, felt another one slice open his back, and launched a kick behind himself. He heard a satisfying crunch and turned (shattering the eye socket of the man behind him with a well-placed elbow in the process) to see a man clutching his knee and screaming in pain. Jason grabbed the man's spear and drove it through his forehead... the adrenaline rush, though less familiar, had grabbed hold of him now as well.
The tip of another spear grazed his cheek... he whipped his knife across the offending tribesman's eyes, blinding him. He felt someone grab him from behind and try to hold him... he brought his foot down hard on top of his attacker's, then hooked his arms around the other man's and yanked downward, dislocating both his shoulders. One of Jason's own shoulders popped as well, and he dropped the spear he had borrowed and collapsed to the sand momentarily.
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Post by piñata on Mar 21, 2008 10:51:25 GMT -5
Jason sat bolt upright when he heard the gunshot. He stood quickly and spun around, drawing his knife. Chris was surrounded by the same tribal-looking people he had seen -- and accidentally killed one of -- earlier. There were dead bodies... Chris had fought back. Jason crept up behind the cannibals, the soft sand masking the sound of his footsteps, and carefully inserted his knife into the nearest one's back twice, piercing both of his kidneys. The one next to him turned around to face Jason... Jason's elbow slammed into his throat, crushing his windpipe. The advantage of being a doctor was that you knew all the body's weak points, he reflected as he seized another man's ear and tore it off.
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