Re: EMT
Gabriel was pissed. He was easily frustrated to begin with, and now here he was, meeting his eldest brother (so far as they knew, at least), and he couldn't even form words. It was ridiculously annoying. When he initially broke his arm, there was no pain after the first jarring stab when his bone cracked. Why couldn't it have stayed numb? By the time Scott had gotten to him, all his nerve endings had already decided it was time to fire up again, and the endorphins rushing through his system could not keep up. Waves of nauseating agony had followed. Not fun times.
He sucked hissed breaths through his teeth as Scott stabilized the arm. When his brother helped him to his feet, however, Gabe gave a false step and jarred the arm. He snarled and yanked his good arm away from Scott to throw a blind punch. It was instinct, and a part of him hoped he'd miss Scott by a mile, but knowing his luck or lack thereof...
"Son of a motherfuck...!" he told the universe at large. And then everything stopped.