How We Deal with Brigands in Ischia (tag doc-suresh)

[wastrel_prince]

He and Mohinder were taking an evening stroll. It had become sort of a habit for them; Darvish needed to keep himself active. The sedentary lifestyle common in Mohinder's world was addictive, and he didn't want to let himself go. Not that he didn't exercise on his own, but... it was nice to get out together. He'd stopped, though, because some

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[doc_suresh]

He hadn't meant to get so far ahead of Darvish. And certainly, Mohinder knew that this was not the best part of town to stroll through in evening hours. But his aloofness of being with his lover had caused Mohinder to lose his better judgement. Look where it'd gotten him! One minute he was bumping into a large man and apologizing, then the next he was being shoved into the alleyway

[wastrel_prince]

"Bugger the Nine!" he gasped as Mohinder touched his arm. The bloodlust of the fight was fading, allowing him to actually feel the pain he was in. He grit his teeth. That was worse than a cut. It felt burned and torn, at once. But he had more important things to worry about. He gently pulled his arm away from the other man. "I'll be fine. What do we do with these One-abandoned cutpurses?"

[doc_suresh]

Mohinder, as usual, didn't understand a damn word Darvish was saying. Fair trade for a situation that likely confused Darvish to all hell. "We call the police," he said, pulling out his cellphone and dialing 9-1-1. Mohinder held the phone between his ear and his shoulder and went about pulling his scarf off of his neck. "Hold still..."

He used the scarf to tie off the area of Dar's wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "Yes I need to report an attempted mugging. We're in the alley right before the corner of 9th and Main. You need to send an ambulance as well."

[wastrel_prince]

Darvish didn't like the sound of that. Ambulance. That was one of the white car things with the flashing lights. Right? He frowned. He hated all those damn machines. Why did they need one of those?