Mac (second_bee_) wrote in nomadspast, @ 2013-03-08 00:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | mac |
May 2014
Who: Mac and Topher
Where: Topher's clinic, Chet territory
When: May 2014; After the fight
What: Topher checks out Mac's injuries and she isn't a good patient.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: In Progress
Mac was pitiful to look at. Busted lip, haggard breathing, scrapes and developing bruises and to top it off, a dislocated shoulder. The only thing that could have stopped the fight, other than Saga, would have been Mac's death caused by her own stubbornness. The beating hadn't mellowed Mac, however, it just made her pissed off, at herself more than anything. Her chest hurt, and hurt to get up from the floor all the way, but she did it with minimal help from one of her men. Initially, Mac tried to put her shoulder back into place on her own, but as soon as she placed herself against the wall to try and reset it, she screamed in pain. As she bit down hard on her lip to keep from letting out anymore sounds of pain, Mac decided she should see Topher, the resident doctor.
Her men had relocated shoulders before, but something else was hurting her, possibly a broken rib, and that wouldn't work to reset her shoulder with their roughness. Hell, her men would break more of her bones that way. Turning down help to walk, Mac did her best not to limp or whine in pain as she walked to Topher's clinic. She had to stop every so often to try and catch her breath, which turned more into a wheeze because of the pain in her chest keeping her from taking a full deep breath. Her 'good' arm, was holding the other so it wouldn't move around as much as she made her way to the doctor, but she couldn't really knock.
So instead, she tapped at the door with her foot, kicked it twice more like it. "Hey, Topher, kind of need," Mac winced in pain as she tried to shout through the door, "need some help here." The fact that she needed help in the first place, the fact that she lost the fight, a fight she started, was just too fucking embarrassing. She knew she looked worse than she felt, the superficial wounds being the ones bleeding and swelling, but the pain from her chest was concerning her a lot.
Mac kicked the door again. "Topher, I can't fucking breath. Help me damnit," she shouted again.