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[sharpememory]

Prefect's hurt. Dying maybe. There for days. Level three, room fourteen to sixteen. Don't know which. Send doctors.

[OOC: There may be some in universe late replies, once Prefect has gone to the infirmary and Barron can reply properly. c:]

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[dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com]

I'm on my way, could you meet me there? Might need assistance.

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

There now, he's bleeding. Stomach wound?

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[dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com]

Understood.

[He arrives several minutes later, large black bag in hand.]

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

[Barron was still holding Prefect against his chest, firmly not looking at where his warden was injured and bleeding. Black Jack arriving was a painful relief.]

He's pretty fucked up. [Barron said, as his version of a greeting.]

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[Prefect wasn't... in the most comfortable position right now, but Barron's small changes to his memory had made him feel less inclined to complain about it. His attention drifted distantly towards the Doctor, and he managed to give a slight nod to the approaching man, but his head ached from the movement, so he let it droop back down quickly to rest back against his inmate wordlessly.]

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[dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com]

Alright. I'll need you to let him lie back flat while I check to see just how extensive the damage is.

[Opening his bag, he pulls out one of the Infirmary scanners which he now keeps on hand for just such an occasion and moves it over the injured man's body.]

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

[Barron gives Black Jack a distrusting look, but does as he's told. Even if he gives the infirmary scanner a slightly skeptical look.]

I always wonder if those things actually work. Is he gonna be okay?

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[Prefect groans slightly when rolled onto his back, scrunching his eyes shut. Every movement makes him worry that something important inside of him is going to snap off and get lost somewhere in his insides.

The doctor isn't someone who Prefect really knows, but he likes the look of him. Pavi had facial scarring, Harvey had facial scarring, this guy has facial scarring! It's definitely a completely randomly applied point in his favor.]

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[dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com]

I could hardly explain how it works, but I've double checked behind it enough times to know that it's accurate. And right now, I want to work as quickly as possible before having him moved to the Infirmary.

[After reading the prognosis from the scan, he gives a bit of a sigh.]

No ruptures or major lacerations. That's good at least. I won't have to operate right here. Several broken ribs. Kneecaps as well. He should be stable enough to transport to the Infirmary.

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

[Barron squeezed Prefect's shoulder gingerly. The prognosis was better than expected, provided that this doctor was the real deal. Even so, it was inevitable that Prefect would have to be moved. Barron was willing to bet that it was going to be painful.]

Could you give him some drugs or something? [Barron said, glancing over at Black Jack's bag.] Like morphine?

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[You can probably skip this guy now <3 eventually my tags of: PREFECT LAY THERE IN PAIN are gonna get samey!]

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[dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I have something to dull the pain for the short term. I'd rather not give him anything too strong until we're in possession of his file and there's no chance of causing an unwanted reaction.

[Opening his bag, he pulls out a tiny bottle and syringe. After giving Prefect the injection, which will gradually cause the pain to become more like a dull throbbing, Black Jack closes his bag.]

That should allow him to be moved without too much pain.

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

[Barron was about to object, but he had the niggling memory that Prefect came from somewhere weird. So the doctor's reluctance to use strong drugs was probably justified. Barron watched the injection quietly.]

What are they going to do with him once we get to the infirmary?

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[dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com]

Well, with these injuries, he's probably going to need at least some surgery, but nothing that should be life threatening.

Physical therapy will probably be required while his knees heal, which will probably take several months.

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Months? Are you kidding me? [Barron looks honestly surprised. The death toll had be far, far quicker.]

Isn't there anything faster?

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[dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com]

Not to my knowledge, though perhaps there's a procedure they have access to in the Infirmary that I'm not aware of yet.

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

[Barron frowns and looks at Prefect for a second. Chances of murdering Beatty in future. Rising.]

This is completely bullshit. Seriously.