Joseph Tropiano (luckandchance) wrote in low_tide, @ 2010-03-29 19:05:00 |
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Endless Motion
Getting shot, never fun.
Thankfully the guy in question had been a pretty lousy shot, which meant a shot intended for Joseph’s head missed by a far mark, landing in his shoulder instead.
He could have called his doctor, the same doctor that he had at his beck and call, but he didn’t see the need. Not when he could just as easily take care of it himself.
Bloody clothes were discarded to the side and long strides took Joseph through the immaculately kept hotel room into the bathroom that was shortly bathed in an artificial light.
Everything was white, not that it would stay that way for long.
Joseph unfurled a makeshift medical bag and brushed bloody fingertips across the implements, closing the lengths around a bottle and towel. He inhaled a breath and settled on the edge of the bath, dousing the wound with a healthy amount of antiseptic. It stung, like a bitch. His teeth bit together and then a breath was exhaled between the gaps, meaning Joseph could successfully navigate his way through the pain.
Once the wound was disinfected Joseph staunched the bleeding having already removed the bullet and discarded it, knowing he might have to cauterise or stitch the wound. Cauterising would be quicker and easier, self stitching was difficult.
He answered his phone when it rang and tilted his head into it. “It’s taken care of, just like I said it would be. No need to take it any further, I think they got the message.” Joseph was silent for a few moments and then nodded his head. “He should be fine to visit in a couple weeks. I’ll take care of the arrangements.” He ended the call with a sigh and flexed his fingers against his thigh as he finally rose to his feet and went in search of his lighter.
There were places to go, people to see, he couldn’t afford to rest or let this wound get the better of him.