Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
The inside of the rooftop apartment was huge, and yet it still it felt small with all the people crammed into the space. The vines were at the periphery of the room, and Micah wondered if they were something the woman would eventually learn how to control. That wasn't important now, however; getting her cleaned and patched was.
He'd brought a syringe of Midazolam with him, an anesthetic instead of a sedative, and one regularly used on ER patients where other sedative drugs might have already been administered. He knew better than to approach the woman without Daniel keeping her calm, and even with Daniel holding her when he administered the injection, the vines reared up angrily at the sharpness of the needle and knocked Micah back onto the floor from his crouch in front of the couch.
He glanced over his shoulder at Eliot, letting him know with one glance to keep Iris out of reach of the vines' sharp tips, and he waited for the anesthetic to kick in. The vines crumbling and dying let him know when Ella was no longer conscious, and then Micah set to work.
He had Iris help clean the woman up and get her changed (though Iris' strange demeanor worried him), under Daniel's supervision, and then he carefully stitched everything that needed to be stitched and butterfly bandaged everything else. By the time he finished, Ella was sleeping in Daniel's bed, and everyone in the room was exhausted.
"I'll come check on her tomorrow," he told Daniel, even though he wasn't sure the man could hear a word he was saying. He looked to Vlad. "Make sure he sleeps," he told him, motioning to Daniel. "Get her home," he told Eliot on his way out, resisting from putting a hand on Iris' shoulder, not wanting to startle her in front of everyone.
This damned building was turning out to be worse than the battlefield.