Re: Roof, Hell's Kitchen: Clem, Bucky & Matt
[Clem's bag was real well stocked, and not because she carried it like that frequent; she'd just come from Penny and a broken toe, and she had all kinds of triage supplies in. They'd be fine, and she could sent James on over to her bus if she needed more, just a block or so down. But she sat there, watching the man on the bed, breath rasping, and she didn't send James running right off. She wasn't real surprised Matt didn't want a doctor, neither, but that was still up for debate, far as Clem was concerned.
And she'd be the one deciding. Not the bleeding man on the bed, and not the man standing and fretting.
She didn't bother none with any of those bad sewing supplies. She opened her kit, and she pulled out things for suturing, clean out of plastic wrap. A bottle of water and some pills for pain and infection, and she held the pills out careful, not wanting Matt to sit up in order to drink any. Thumb over the bottle's mouth, she helped him get the pills in, even if he complained plenty.] Just like before, sugar. Nothing that's going to do a thing that's bad to you.
[She sat back, and she listened, but she didn't say what she was thinking; they'd haul him to a damn hospital if that breathing got any more watery.] I'm going to clean and stitch while you're dozing. James here will play nurse. [She forced that reassuring smile into her voice, the one that didn't sound forced any.] He looks like he'd make a real pretty nurse if he cleaned up some. Maybe get him some nice clothes. Wouldn't hurt you to get some thing nice to wear too. [All this while she cut the fabric left on his shirt and waited for him to fade off into unconsciousness for her. Wouldn't be real long with that pill, and then she could get to working.]