NYC Streets: Helena/Seven
[She is the haphazard mash of mother and father. Her father's detective skills, her mother's speed, her father's will, her mother's tendency to break the rules and what's left is solely her. She knows she left Seven at his home following the drop off of Liam at quarantine, but he isn't there, she checked there first. She knows he was looking for Marta and now she has Marta's last known location courtesy of Eddie. (Eddie deserves a gold star.)
Between where Seven was and where Marta was is a route and she's taking it, window cracked, antidote ski-boarding through her veins, up this vein, down this vessel, swoop swoop through the capillaries. A few vials of antidote sit on the passenger side seat in Lucky-previously-Cat's spot, she'll go back for more when (not if) she needs them. The Hummer, refueled at an abandoned gas station rounds the corner and she nearly adds a third car to the accident already there.
Ambulance. Truck. The truck isn't recognized, but she realizes that the ambulance has to be checked first and curses under her breath as she swings out of the commandeered SUV. The driver's side door is opened and a quick check confirms no one is in the front of the ambulance and with no one in the immediate vicinity -- she walks to the back and throws open the door. One EMT is still inside, breathing shallow, unconscious.] Fuck, fuck, fuck. [Said under her breath as she grabs him under the armpits and gets him onto the gurney. There's a gash on his forehead, but the blood is already hard around the wound. Still, she needs to get him away from the vehicle and it takes some wrestling (along with a few almost falls) to get the gurney out of the ambulance and onto the far sidewalk. They were easier to maneuver only when they were already on the ground.
It's only then that she can get to the guy in the truck. In through the passenger side (the driver's side was currently occupied by the front of the ambulance) and then she pauses, hands outstretched because she knows him.] Shit, Seven. [And then she's backing out again, returning to the ambulance for the neck brace (still a concern), and grabbing every bit of gauze and bandages she can shove into her pockets. The bright red fire extinguisher is used for something it wasn't intended for as she smashes open the case of drugs and grabs the one drug she's sure of: morphine. She already has needles, ones that haven't been pre-filled with other drugs and runs back, tail aloft as she clambers back into the front seat.]
Hey, hey, Seven? Are you awake? It's me, Helena. Don't know if you can hear me, but I've got to get this neck brace on you. [Maybe he can hear her and maybe he can't, but that's not the priority. She leans in close, knees to his thigh to get the neck brace on him because that is the priority and getting out of him is a close second because she can smell something burning.]