Re: Roof, Hell's Kitchen: Clem, Bucky & Matt
[Clementine barely looked at the space they were walking into. She was too damn concerned with how long the walk was, with how Matt was doing 'neath his skin. This whole damn thing felt irresponsible to her in a way that made her mouth draw itself straight into a line, and she was tense as nuns gone to sin by the time they were inside the place, and it screaming bachelor real loud and in all the normal ways.
She waited until James got Matt onto the bed, and she stood in the room, arms crossed and her expression real sour. There was blood on Matt's mouth again, and she didn't like how he looked any. Thing was, she knew the man wasn't going to like what she had to say, but wasn't a chance in Hell of her not saying it. She gave it a real long second, though, because James asked after Matt needing blood, and that was already going through her head.
She crossed the space, and after a hand pressed careful to Matt's forehead, she fished out her wrist cuff and checked the man's pressure, looking to see if it was dropping low on account of blood loss. She could go hunting for some O Rh D negative blood in her bus; they always kept some, on account of not having time to type-and-cross at the scene, but it wouldn't do any good if he was bleeding inside.] Won't do any good to give him blood and not stop what's bleeding. [Clem, she wasn't so much worried about his external injuries. It was what she couldn't see that fussed her.
And she didn't like that low blood pressure any. She looked down at the man on the bed.] I got to call my doctor friend, Matt, honey. I can't not. You listening? There's too much bleeding, too much moving 'round inside, and your pressure's way too low.