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[evillurks]

PINpointing into the clinics tonight is a black-clad form, his emergency status noticeable in the way he is on his knees and struggling to breathe, or more accurately struggling not to. There are no signs of bloodshed, at least, but he is unable to regain his feet and proceed any further than whatever main receiving room the coordinates have

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[sarah_branigan]

The staff are used to patients dropping in unannounced in all stages of illness and injury. A couple of interns will attempt to put the older gentleman onto a stretcher while asking a few preliminary questions. Someone at the front desk starts contacting doctors, to see who's available.

Well, she's not a doctor, but Nurse Branigan is available. She's dressed in a rather nice-looking dress and looks vaguely annoyed, but checks in at the front desk all the same, before checking on her patient.

[evillurks]

He moves stiffly, with as much dignity as he can muster under the circumstances. His hat is tossed onto the stretcher with him, while his feet nearly hang off the end due to his height. Time seems to be of the essence, as he allows himself a few small breaths. There are subtle signs, in the windpipe, to tell of a colapsing lung. This is a lucky thing, as he is unable to answer with more than a nod or shake of his head.

The face of the man in black should strike her as familiar, if a bit more strained than usual. His blue eyes fix on her with recognition, but the usually intense gaze is dulled.

[sarah_branigan]

He looks more than familiar to Sarah. His blue eyes are a give-away, and the fact that he seems to recognize her, in turn. "What happened?" she asks an intern, an expression of surprise still on her face.

The intern gives her a quick run-down of the situation. Sarah borrows his stethoscope and takes a measured listen to The Shadow's chest. "Are you injured anywhere else?" she asks him, not expecting him to answer verbally. It's becoming fairly obvious to her that he has a collapsing lung.

[evillurks]

He shakes his head, eyes rolling briefly shut. He has breathed out again and held it, preventing the lung's complete collapse or at least attempting to. His heartbeat is fast, but not quite so much as one might expect. He is in pain and has exerted himself, but despite the situation he shows no sign of panic.

With a slightly lethargic motion, The Shadow reaches up to tug at the cloak and the collar beneath, pulling suit coat and button-down shirt and all clumsily just far enough to show a bandage at the collarbone. It would appear he thinks this is related to an injury that occurred some time ago.