Christopher Silas (nojewfrohere) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-08-15 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! group scene, # 2012 [08] august, george, lucas, silas |
WHO: Silas, Luke, George, David (and Dog)
WHEN: August 16, 2019; wee hours of the morning
WHERE: A hallway.
WHAT: Finding another body. Silas gets caught at the scene of the crime. Luke, George and David are all GRRRRR.
RATING: High for bludz and stuff.
This one was still breathing, choking on her own blood. Silas was no medical professional, but he knew how to patch up shallow wounds and even give stitches if he had to — benefits of being part of a gang that liked to get into fights. This, however — this was something a guy like him couldn’t fix, no matter how much he wanted to. Thus far, all the victims of the crazed killer had been found dead and not one person working to try and solve the case had come up with any good leads. To have stumbled across someone who was still conscious might just be the stroke of luck they needed to solve this thing. If the woman lived, that is. Silas had left most of his things back at Brandon’s place. The only items he had on him were things that could easily fit on his person; keys to the garage; a pack of cigarettes and his lighter; a bottle of water; a knife; and, of course, his cane. No medical things, though. Nothing to help save the bleeding woman’s life. If he could just slow the bleeding and text someone for help… He looked around, but there was nothing useful in the hallway. No sign of the killer, either. Must’ve run off as soon as they heard someone coming. He glanced down at himself. His shirt could stop the bleeding. It was a little sweat-stained from the heat of the day, but it was better than just standing there and letting the victim bleed out. Leaning his cane against the wall, Silas quickly slid his shirt off and knelt next to the body. The woman’s eyes were wide with panic as she tried desperately to suck in air and not choke on her own blood. The latter was definitely easier than the former. “You’re gonna be okay,” he reassured her as he pressed his shirt to the open wound in her chest. The thin tank-top soaked through within a couple of minutes. Silas frowned. No good. If this woman stood any chance of staying alive, he’d have to get someone down here now. With bloody fingers he fished in his jeans pocket for his cell phone, eyes widening a fraction when the woman’s eyes began to flutter closed. She wasn’t going to make it. Silas cursed when his slippery fingers caused him to drop his phone with a loud clunk! and skittered a few feet away, out of easy reach. |