A Turn of Events Who: Patrick, Eily, and Nic Where: Their residence When: Nighttimes Warnings: Blood and language
It had been a normal night. Or normalish. Usually he was home by now but he’d gotten carried away at the pub and lost track of time there with his nose in the books. And he’d kind of hated himself for it because he’d made a point to get home at a decent hour ever since those fucking bats showed up. Except the night he probably needed to. Except tonight.
The time in between leaving the pub and arriving ripped and torn and bloodied on his doorstep was hellish at best. He stumbled into the door, hands slippery with blood falling up and down the wood to try and find the doorknob. But finding it wasn’t enough, no he had to turn it and his heart was racing, pumping pain all through his body and spurting it out of his right shoulder.
After he’d managed to turn the doorknob the door fell open, and with it he fell right onto the floor with a heavy groan and a hard thud. He was home, but not safe. Not entirely and the adrenaline pushed him to try and pull his heavy body through the threshold, to try and get the door shut behind him and actually be truly safe but he was failing at it.
Eily had gotten home earlier, and had been listening for Patrick to show, and she was wondering where the fuck Lochlan had been lately. It had been a little too long for her comfort since she'd found him on her couch. But when she heard loud thuds, and stuff like that, she was up immediately, opening up her door. "Patrick--" she started, but broke off as she gasped, seeing blood streaked on the porch. She also heard a growl off in the darkness, and she was back inside for a second to grab the hatchet she kept not tucked away like normal people. Part of her own paranoia dictated that she not put it too far just in case. She went back out and saw a streak of movement, toward the steps as she went to grab the knob to Patrick's door.
Her hand slipped on the blood he'd put there, and just as she was getting the door open behind her what looked like a damn wolf was starting up the steps. Eily swung her axe at it, catching it deep in the shoulder, and she pulled hard to yank it back out before the wolf was scrabbling back away from sharp things swung in it's direction. Then she was inside, and slamming the door, letting out a little scream as she saw blood, so much blood, all over her brother. "Patrick!" she cried, dropping to her knees next to him.
Fuck. He did not want her to see him like this. Face down, covered in his own blood, and weaker than ever was not something he wanted his sister to see. "Stay…inside…" He managed to get out, forcing as much energy as he could to help push himself over onto his back, a groan of pain following when his shoulder connected with the floor. "Stay…the fuck inside…" The pain was doing a pretty decent job of keeping him awake, but he'd never been attacked like this before so he didn't really know what to prepare for. Or if he even could prepare for anything. All he knew was he needed to be awake, for Eily, to make sure she was inside and safe, because somehow he still felt like he could protect her.
"Shut up." Eily snapped, already putting pressure on the wound. "I'm calling the hospital." she said. "Or Nic, or..fucking something, but just shut up, and stay still." she said, clicking into that part of herself that had been so efficient out there in zombie land. She and Lochlan had really done a good job, they'd made a great team there. Why wasn't he here to help?
And she was just not losing her brother. That wasn't happening. She'd defy God and every angel in heaven if that was what it too, because she wasn't not okay with even the idea of that. She put her hatchet in his non-injured hand, starting to dig through his pockets for his cell. Hers was on the coffee table next door, unhelpfully.
Patrick gave a strangled, pained sound at the feeling of her hands on his wound. He didn't stop her from getting the cell phone out of his pocket, but he also didn't really have a great handle on this axe either. Vaguely he wondered what the hell she'd even given it to him for, but it was a passing thought that got locked away somewhere behind all the pain he was feeling.
The hospital. Should he be at the hospital? Home was where he'd gone to, home was safest. There were wolves between here and the hospital, waiting to attack Eily if they went outside and he wouldn't have that. "Not going," He protested. "Staying…the fuck inside…both of us!"
There was a thud against the door, something that Eily snapped her attention to as she dialed, then listened to the ringing in her ear. "Pick up, Nic...pick up, pick up...." she murmured to herself, reaching out to grip the axe again as there was another heavy thud on the door. "You're fucking bleeding from an animal wound, Patrick, at no point is it okay for you to not go to the fucking hospital! Shut. Up!" Another thud came, and she saw the door rattle a little on it's hinges then.
Nic had just dropped someone off at the hospital from what he was fairly certain was a wolf attack. A vampire definitely hadn’t done the kind of damage he was looking at. It was at that point that he’d picked up his shotgun for any further calls, just in case he came in contact with the wolf itself. When his comm rang, he picked it up immediately. “This is Nic with emergency services. What is your emergency?”
"Nic!" Eily said, another thud hitting the door. "My brother's been attacked, he's bleeding, and there's a fucking...wolf or something out there, trying to get in. I'm...going to try to hit it with an axe again. But I need you here, now. I'd try the back door, since it's on the porch. But pronto, Nic, this is bad."
"Like Hell…you're going to hit it with…anything! Fucking stupid move….Eily!" Patrick yelled, or came as close to yelling as he really could right now. He could hear the thuds and they didn't sound good, but they sounded better than the snarl he was sure he'd hear when that door opened.
Nic spun the car around, heading towards Eily’s house. One thing he’d learned since living there was where everyone lived. It was the most useful piece of information he had. Being one of the only cars in town also helped. “I have a shotgun,” Nic said into the phone. “Get away from the door. Is there just one?”
"When I'm bleeding on the floor, you can call the shots, Patrick, not before!" Eily shouted back at him. Then she answered Nic. "I think so. I hit it with the hatchet already, but it's still coming. I didn't see any others, and I don't hear any others, just the one, but...shit, be careful." Then she turned to Patrick again. "We need to get away from the door."
Great. Moving again. What a fun time. His sister was snapping at him and now he had to move his ass away from the door? "Fuckin' Hell…." He groaned, trying to pull himself along the same way he'd tried to get into the house. Being wounded really sucked, especially when it was starting to feel less and less possible for him to keep moving.
Eily tried to help, grabbing his good arm and hauling him along too, and when she heard a vehicle outside, she grabbed the carpet inside the door, and threw it over her brother, just for extra protection. She didn't think he was in more danger, but she sure as hell wasn't going to take the chance.
Nic was glad it was night and the streets were mostly empty, otherwise he might have run someone down in an effort to get there as fast as he could. He saw the wolf as soon as he pulled up and gave it no time to run, opening the door and firing off a shot. When the wolf didn’t go down, he fired a second. It didn’t go down, but instead it took off, and Nic fired one last shot after it. He was a decent shot, so he couldn’t understand how it could even be standing, but Eily was a bigger concern at the moment. He ran towards the house and banged on the door. “Eily, It’s Nic! Let me in!”
"What the fuck?!" Patrick yelled again, muffled from pain and the carpet over him. This was just insulting and ridiculous and thankfully no one was there to see him like this…Oh. Yeah. Nic. Awesome. His sister seeing him this way was bad enough right now, he didn't need Nic here to view it too. How could he have forgotten Nic was coming so quickly? He felt his eyes start to droop and the effort of thinking about how he'd forgotten about Nic so quickly was starting to become too much for Patrick.
Eily was up in a shot, from where she'd been trying to shield Patrick even more with her body--though thankfully nothing got through the door, including shotgun fodder. She ran to the door and opened it, immediately rushing back to Patrick to yank the rug off of him. "Patrick?" she said, voice much smaller than her earlier bitching. "God, we gotta move now. I'll take...whatever. Direct me." she told Nic. She'd do anything he said.
Nic hurried into the house, cursing under his breath as he noticed how much blood there was. At least he didn’t have to go far to find them. Kneeling beside them, Nic immediately went into work mode. “We need to stop the blood flow, then get him to the hospital,” he said, opening his med pack and fishing out his scissors so he could cut Patrick’s shirt off. “Can you walk?” he asked Patrick. “If not, Eily go out to the truck and grab the gourney. Take my shotgun incase the wolf comes back.”
" 'M Fine…" He grumbled. It wasn't strong but he got the words across. And he sure as hell wasn't letting his sister out of this house to get him a goddam gurney so that she could carry his ass out and be even more vulnerable. "Don't you..fucking go outside, Eily…" He tried to force himself up on his good elbow, inhaling sharply at the movement as he tried to push Nic away so he could actually get up. Or try to, because he wasn't doing a great job of it to begin with.
Eily dropped down behind Patrick, trying to help him as much as possible. If Nic could help him up by taking his hand and pulling, Eily could push him up from behind. "C'mon, on three?" she suggested to both of them, hoping they'd get the idea here.
Nic cringed, well aware of how much this was going to hurt with Patrick’s shoulder in it’s current condition, but if they could get him to his feet they could get him to the hospital even faster. He took Patrick’s hand on his good side and got ready to pull. “One. Two. Three,” he said, pulling Patrick to his feet.
Patrick couldn't really hear the sounds of pain he was giving. They were loud, but he didn't hear anything past the pain. It was funny, how he could hear this pain, as if feeling it wasn't enough. He'd never felt this badly in his entire life, and he would go on record saying that as soon as there was someone to make note. Somehow he was on his feet again but his vision was not stable and a little whitewashed from a combination of a lot of things. Breathing heavily, he tried to get himself to not make any more sounds of mangled, garbled pain and instead just start on the long, horrible trek from the hallway to the vehicle outside.
Eily ducked under Patrick's arm when he was upright, arms around his middle to stabilize his gait as they moved. She was looking for the wolf, but didn't see anything, and the vehicle was thankfully very close. They just needed to get there. Then it would be okay. Nic would take care of him, they'd get to the hospital, and it would all be okay. It had to be okay.
The walk to the car seemed horribly long to Nic, but they got there as quickly as they could and loaded Patrick in the back. As soon as he was inside, Nic ran back in the house and grabbed his med kit and shotgun, shutting the door behind him as he returned to the truck. “Can you drive, Eily?” he asked, climbing in the back to take care of Patrick. “We’re short staffed tonight. You’re not the only attack.” Which meant Nic was the only driver.
Somehow he was in a truck and he wanted to protest, to tell Eily that she should not be driving this truck, that Nic could do it and he would be just fine, but at this point he wasn't so sure. And that was frightening. He groaned, pained and exhausted and weak, as his good arm lifted shakily to try and cover the bad one.
"Got it." Eily said, rushing to get behind the wheel. "Hang on." she said, before heading out, trying to get there fast without making things worse. It was a damn good thing nothing was far away from anything in this place.