Re: Roof, Hell's Kitchen: Clem, Bucky & Matt
[Taking that mask off, it didn't do a lick when your hair was all patted down like you'd just taken the thing off, and Clementine looked at Matt, all shifty like he was, and she exhaled real hard through her nose. Was only a second later, and she was looking at him different. Not with her exasperation, but something more fitting for an ambulance, taking in new injuries, bleeding patterns, figuring stitches torn and things she needed to fuss over. She made a real quick perusal, like they were trained to do at scenes, and then she looked again, slower. She ignored that damn man standing there, off to the side, though she could feel him looking at her. But he was secondary, and that rasping and bleeding from Matt was more important.
Right about that time, she realized that rasping should come with some blood gurgling at his lips, and the man was still upright, and that man shouldn't be able to sit up on his own steam, duct against his back or no damn duct against his back.]
You couldn't but defend my home. [She repeated it real south, and she moved forward crouched as he coughed. And, there was the blood she'd been wondering after earlier.
Crouching, she pulled a stethoscope from her bag, and she didn't bother warming the thing before sliding it beneath whatever was left of Matt's shirt and listening to see how bad that lung was punctured.
She looked over at the helpful gentleman in question as she listened, and she didn't believe for a damn second this man was walking by, casual.] Don't know if you can help any yet. If that's punctured, we're getting you to a hospital. [She said it to Matt, sure and sturdy, listening, and she was having trouble finding the gurgle real well, though she knew it was there. It was like the damn thing went and got smaller as she listened, and her blue eyes narrowed some.] If it ain't punctured, you can help me move him downstairs.
[Clementine, she clearly didn't sense a lick of trouble down there. She'd survived zombies; she wasn't real scared of local thugs.]