Re: NYC Streets: Helena/Seven
[There's basic first aid and then there's this. Give her a gunshot, a stabbing, a cut, a slash, a gash, something that someone can earn on the streets of Gotham and she can figure it out long enough to get someone to a hospital, but this? This is outside her realm. This is Wonderland to Gotham, but she knows three things. She needs to stabilize his neck, she needs to get him out of his truck, and everything else can wait until that's over.]
Shh, don't try to talk yet. [There's a lot of blood, so much that it sticks to the air beneath the acrid smoke and she hurries as much as she can, placing the brace against the front of his neck. But she has to fit his chin into it and that means her hands slip over the side of his face where it's embedded in the driver's side window. She can feel his hand batting against the outside of her thigh as he searches for something on the seat. Awake, good. Coherent?] I'm sorry Seven, this is going to hurt. Liam after this. Liam's at quarantine but I have medicine for him. You too. And Marta. [She's careful as she can be, but her fingers are slick with blood and flush to already swelling flesh by the time she gets him into the right position. Just like Silent Hill, but at least her fingers aren't slipping through brains and cerebrospinal fluid. From there it's getting the back over his shoulder and velcroing it together.]