[Soon after the Day Eight morning transmission -lucky he's a morning person- no more than 10 minutes later. Big Boss might remember his voice with the strong southern accent. The drawl's less this time around as he keeps his message terse and words clipped.]
I can get the medical supplies, but I need ta know where you are and what's your condition.
You listen that closely? That's a little creepy, if you don't mind me saying. [Though he says it with some humor. Still.]
I'm having a hard time believing that. Give it a month and ... nh.... then you might wanna start worrying. [Where are all the healer people, anyhow...]
[The camera doesn't move much, but the little bit that can be seen of him doesn't looks so pretty.]
[First order of things was for Eliot to go back to his own room. There he spent several minutes to gather the extensive medical kit he placed together over the past several days, tossing in extra gauze and bandages in case it was more than the 'average' injury.]
Stay on the line with me, man. Keep talkin'.
[He belted on his hardware too and after a moment of consideration, tossed in a few energy bars into the kit. Then he went hunting for Big Boss.
It didn't take long before he found a trail of blood and followed it to a room in the second wing. It ended at a closed door and he approached it with caution. He gave it a careful knock.]
Hey, ya in there?
[Then he listened, both over the headset and through the door.]
[Oh, it's more than an average injury alright... but probably nothing that would kill him; he'd lived through too much to die from something like this. It's really just the bloodloss that's making him a bit dizzy and not wanting to get up right now, and while he knows that falling asleep is probably the worst thing to do as long as he hasn't fully staunched the bleeding yet, he can't really help it... it's been a long night.
So while it's the right door, there won't be much of a response. He's taking a nap, and when Eliot comes in, he'll find BB not wearing a shirt because he was trying to take care of his right arm, shoulder, and torso-- an awful lot of very deep clawing and bite marks, there, and some burns. And his wrist is sort of broken. But hey, it could have been worse.]
[When there was no response forthcoming but no noise on the other end either, Eliot frowned and prepared for the worst. Taking back two steps, he positioned himself before the door before smashing it in with a kick by the knob. The entrance flew wide open, and he glanced around quickly in case there were enemies inside.
Instead, there was an unconscious Big Boss and a heap of bloody monster carcasses.
Oh fucking great.]
Com'on, damnit!
[After doing a quick check to determine the room was secure, Eliot dropped down to a crouch by Big Boss to determine what state the man was in. He slapped the stubbled cheeks a few times and took the uninjured shoulder a firm grip to shake.]
Hey, big guy, don't ya dare to cop out on me. Wake up.
[But the bed is so comfy-- well, he'd jolt up awake immediately if he wasn't so out of it right now, but yeah-- he's breathing at least, though again there is no immediate reaction to all the slapping and manhandling.
But he's stirring a little. And grumbling-- probably complaining about how he rarely gets any sleep at all and how you could let him rest at least for a little while, Kaz. Only it's not Kaz bothering him right now.
But his brain needs a little to process that. Instinctively, as if he's dealing with an enemy, he grabs Eliot by his upper arm and is about to push him away (or worse), but pauses. Blinking a few times.]
[Of course, he should've expected such a wake up reaction. It was no worse than what he himself would've given, quite milder in fact, that it was natural to react in response by grabbing at the wrist of the other hand trying to-
Oh, the big guy was coming around.
Eliot watched Big Boss warily for a bit, then resumed slapping at the man's cheeks, lightly this time.]
[Okay, yeah, but now Eliot is going to be pushed away with a low growl as Big Boss shakily but suddenly sits up. At least he's not drawing his gun just yet, but he can already tell that he hasn't seen this face. To no one's surprise.
He flinches and gives a grunt when his shoulder starts acting up. Owww.]
[If it wasn't for his concern, Eliot should be amused. These reactions are awfully familiar.
Not that that stops him from grinning, because yeah, he can tell. The big guy will be fine, but not just yet.]
Right, I see you're bleedin' everywhere cause you're fine.
[He opens a roll of gauze -openly, without sudden movements- and reaches for the injured area. Good thing he was trained in field triage and response.]
I can get the medical supplies, but I need ta know where you are and what's your condition.
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I'm just asking for reference. In the hospital, what's available?
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It's a real hospital. Everythin's about as stocked as it can be there. Now, whatcha need?
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I'm having a hard time believing that. Give it a month and ... nh.... then you might wanna start worrying. [Where are all the healer people, anyhow...]
[The camera doesn't move much, but the little bit that can be seen of him doesn't looks so pretty.]
Just bandages. And some painkillers.
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I have most of those already, or I can get you the good stuff with a fifteen minute detour. What's your twenty?
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Somewhere... er... I forgot. West dormitories ground floor. You'll find it, I'm sure.
[Just. Follow the blood :( He'll be passing out or something in the meantime.]
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On my way.
[First order of things was for Eliot to go back to his own room. There he spent several minutes to gather the extensive medical kit he placed together over the past several days, tossing in extra gauze and bandages in case it was more than the 'average' injury.]
Stay on the line with me, man. Keep talkin'.
[He belted on his hardware too and after a moment of consideration, tossed in a few energy bars into the kit. Then he went hunting for Big Boss.
It didn't take long before he found a trail of blood and followed it to a room in the second wing. It ended at a closed door and he approached it with caution. He gave it a careful knock.]
Hey, ya in there?
[Then he listened, both over the headset and through the door.]
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So while it's the right door, there won't be much of a response. He's taking a nap, and when Eliot comes in, he'll find BB not wearing a shirt because he was trying to take care of his right arm, shoulder, and torso-- an awful lot of very deep clawing and bite marks, there, and some burns. And his wrist is sort of broken. But hey, it could have been worse.]
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Instead, there was an unconscious Big Boss and a heap of bloody monster carcasses.
Oh fucking great.]
Com'on, damnit!
[After doing a quick check to determine the room was secure, Eliot dropped down to a crouch by Big Boss to determine what state the man was in. He slapped the stubbled cheeks a few times and took the uninjured shoulder a firm grip to shake.]
Hey, big guy, don't ya dare to cop out on me. Wake up.
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But he's stirring a little. And grumbling-- probably complaining about how he rarely gets any sleep at all and how you could let him rest at least for a little while, Kaz. Only it's not Kaz bothering him right now.
But his brain needs a little to process that. Instinctively, as if he's dealing with an enemy, he grabs Eliot by his upper arm and is about to push him away (or worse), but pauses. Blinking a few times.]
What--
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Oh, the big guy was coming around.
Eliot watched Big Boss warily for a bit, then resumed slapping at the man's cheeks, lightly this time.]
Still with me? Com'on, rise and shine.
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He flinches and gives a grunt when his shoulder starts acting up. Owww.]
I'm fine.
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Not that that stops him from grinning, because yeah, he can tell. The big guy will be fine, but not just yet.]
Right, I see you're bleedin' everywhere cause you're fine.
[He opens a roll of gauze -openly, without sudden movements- and reaches for the injured area. Good thing he was trained in field triage and response.]
Take it easy, I'm gonna wrap up your shoulder.
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