Who: Sean and Molly (closed) When: Around 3ish Where: Molly's suite
The relief at seeing Molly at last was nearly overwhelming. It was countered by seeing the condition of her arm. However, having seen her in worse condition helped calm him, if only slightly. He'd helped stabilize a few of the wounded before help finally arived five minutes after Lisa and he had brought the supplies.
The wait for treatment was relatively short, about a half hour, due to the condition of Molly's arm and the swelling that was making it so much worse. She had been given one of the rare vicoden, but she still screamed when the doctor set her arm and whimpered when her fingers were tapedto the 'popsical stick'. The doctor took a digital x-ray (top of the line equipment that came in handy) to assure there were no fragments and everything was alligned properly, then applied an air cast to her arm, as the plaster was already used up. Sean wondered how many more trapped in their rooms before they resorted to sports bandages and sticks? Molly had her arm strapped to her body, and her minor concussion checked. It was another hour before someone stitched his leg and head wound. As he'd told Lisa earlier, once he saw the four inch puncture, almost to the bone, it turned into an agony. He was lucky, his thick skull spared him a concussion.
Their rooms were still a mess when they arrived. and he left Mol in the doorway as he found a broom closet and opened it, to be barraged by things falling out on him. But with the aid of a broom he cleared up the broken vases. He cleared a path to Molly's bed and reset it before getting her settled in. Supposidly staff would be around to clean up passanger rooms, but he rearranged Molly's sleeping area as best he could before pain and exhastion stopped him.
His own room needed work, including cleaning up the vases that had once bracketed the room's TV. He reset his own bed then took that hot shower he'd suggested earlier. It burned his stitched wounds like a son of a bitch and he gritted his teeth against it. He'd planned on helping go from room to room looking for trapped people, helping out the staff. But he just couldn't. Let the others take care of it for once. Naked, he slipped between the sheets of his bed and despite the pain, was asleep in minutes.