Q (__q__) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-05 23:43:00 |
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Who: Robert, Q, & John Watson
What: Robert's had a wee accident. Stuff ensues
Where: Bookshop in the city
When: Saturday, late morning, after this
Warnings: Blood, probably some language.
It doesn't take Q a long time to track down where exactly in the city the CB Broadcast came from. It's his job, after all, to be able to track things. He's spurred on all the more by the fact that he knows it's Robert and he knows that he's in trouble. There's no time to contact anyone else with sparse details, so Q heads out in what really amount to be his pajamas and some boots that might be James'... they're a little too big for him, but they keep the snow out.
The broken window indicates that he probably has the right place. The open door points in the same direction and he goes in.
"Robert?" things are very much out of place, though from the look of it they haven't really got a place to begin with and it makes Q suddenly a little anxious. "Robert? It's Q, love. Are you-"
He pauses. He should probably have anticipated blood and brought along more than just his phone. Fortunately, he isn't squeamish. Fortunately he's also trained in first aid.
"Robert, love. It's okay-" one rapid text to his doctor friend and then Q is beside him, gently stroking his fingers through Robert's hair before he takes his bleeding hand gently by the wrist, elevating it slightly. "It's okay. I'm here. You appear to have made a little bit of a mess. I don't mean the books, obviously. Though this place could do with a good tidy up-"