driftfleet | [voice.] stop poking your augments???????

Who: Sam and Dean
Broadcast: Sam (with Dean in the background); fleetwide panic! :)
Action: There will be a post-incident section on the Red Fish! Read below.
When: After this. Warning for sorta suicide-y augment removal attempt. It's miserable.

(As a note, this entry has suicide-y augment removal attempt talk, too.)

[VOICE.]

[Sam is currently busy wrestling a heavily bleeding brother and is also trying to work a network device, so sorry if his shaky voice entry is a little concerning. He'd text it if it wasn't, y'know, his friggin' brother bleeding out in front of him. If he sounds like he's barely masking his own panic, that's because he is. He's doing pretty okay, okay. He's good at being calm under pressure, though it's a bit more of a challenge when it's Dean in danger.]

This is Sam on the Red Fish — Coil, Beverly, Allen, Jennifer, um...! Anyone with healing or medical experience or lab support, I need — [Dean can be heard in the background, pissed off and maybe a little sluggish from, y'know, the usual bullshit: "I don't need to be saved, goddammit-"] I need someone here. Someone's bleeding a lot from a, an injury to the neck, and I can't —

[A breath, to calm himself.]

My brother's hurt really bad. I'll try to patch it up, but I need — help.

["Son of a bitch, I swear- it's not- I don't need help!"]

Shut up —

[He cuts the feed.]

[ACTION (LATER ON)]

[After Dean's been laid down in the Red Fish's medical section (and here Sam thought the Coil and Winter fiasco would be the only reason he'd need to see people laid up recently), Sam can be found with his brother. He's not taking his eye off him, not for a goddamn while, trust him. There are a few ways people can run into the two brothers the next few days: one, they could run into Sam while Dean's drugged up and asleep. He's sitting firmly with his arms folded, blood still on his clothes and exhaustion in his expression. Dude should really sleep.

Or - once Dean's awake and mildly alert, they may find the rare occasion where Sam's accidentally fallen asleep beside the guy, buried face-first in the bed sheets or tipped backward and snoring on occasion. He doesn't mean to even go to sleep, but it's about on par with falling asleep because Lucifer's hallucinations won't leave you alone. No, okay, this is better than that, but. Anyway. He's out.

Or, if you want to bother both of them at the same time, it's easy to walk in and find them afterward. Sam's maybe got a book, or maybe it looks like they've just had a glaring match, or something. Probably bickering. Or probably intense family conversation they're quick to mask when a visitor comes in. Let's be real, though, Dean's gonna probably hate your dumb hospital visit.

Sam would just like to say: shut up and take your friggin' blood.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Hermione doesn't bother commenting on the ridiculousness of the lack of enthusiasm right now - and she's not really a doctor, not technically, despite her years and years of experience in healing and first aid. Healing someone on the battlefield isn't the same as healing them on the ship, and while her potions seem to be working... She's still a little nervous about it. Taking a deep breath, she moves and settles down, tilting his head up and shifting forward. ]

Oh, for goodness sake, sit still or I'll summon some ropes to make you lie down!

[ She doesn't sound particularly happy, and her eyes narrow before she leans forward. ]

I'm going to try and make sure this doesn't hurt, but if you're struggling then you're only going to hurt yourself. [ And then, aside, to herself; Boys.

First and foremost, Hermione shifts up to her knees and draws out her wand, reaching to take the fabric away from Dean's neck. A flick of her wrist and a Tergeo cleans up most of the blood around the wound, leaving her free to fumble for her bag and start dragging out bandages and proper medical tape. God, Hermione wishes she had her healing magic now, the stupid bubble would make this so easy, but instead she takes a deep breath and moves closer. She has to keep whispering the spell to keep his neck clear, but then she flicks her wrist again, repeating the same spells that Madam Pomfrey had used before to stitch up the wound.

Turning her head to Sam, she shifts back. Her hands are bloody, and she winces, a little awkward - the cut still looks garrish, and messy and absolutely disgusting, but at least it's stopped bleeding and the body can do it's natural work. She can't magic everything away, after all. ]

I have some, um, potion - it'll bring back his blood. And some painkillers, they're just from the lab.

[Sam's there to keep Dean in line, if he needs it — As much as he wants Dean to be comfortable during this whole thing, he also knows if they give Dean too much time to assess the idea of being treated for his injuries he might get a little too combative. He keeps his hand on Dean's shoulder, but it's also just to let Dean know he's there. As if he could expect Sam to vanish. He's not going anywhere.

Now he wishes his brother would get on the same page, there.

Thanks.

Once the wound looks — well. Better, he looks up at her gratefully.]

Yeah, um. That'd be good. Shock from blood loss would be bad.

[Dean don't you even screw with this set-up, you need blood.]

[ How he got embroiled himself in magic quite so suddenly, Dean doesn't know. But he's never been fond of it, never been okay with this kind of thing, and even though Sam seems to have moved on completely to accepting things that Dean still doesn't, all he wants to do is tumble off the table and walk away. It's not even entirely the fact that he doesn't like the medical community, it's the sudden realization that magic is going to be tossed near effortlessly in his face and he'd really rather it not be.

But- the threat of being tied down in an effort to deal with him is equally unpleasant. Doesn't mean he doesn't want to try though.

His first inclination is to kick someone, anyone, possibly in the head. And while he doesn't, the fact still remains that he'd like to do it something fierce. And being both quiet and forced to lie still is enough to make him near want to pull out his hair, a kind of frustration that he doesn't exactly know how to put words to when it goes against all the things he believes.

At least the whole thing is over relatively painlessly (and it likely helps that he can't see any of it), even if he doesn't like a single second of it. Though he can't lie about the fact that he appreciates it, whoever this is. And appreciates the hand on his shoulder reminding him that Sam hasn't truly gone anywhere - that he hasn't lost everyone - a fact that he still wants to shove away out of paranoia and a need to keep everyone fiercely at a distance.

But he really would like to get up now. Can he get up now? He's going to try to get up now. And he's going to grumble in the process, practically trying to shake everyone off. Let's watch him near fall off the bed. ]

I'm not gonna go into shock.

That's what everyone says.

[ Hermione shakes her head, focussing on giving things to Sam for a moment. There's a few vials of potion, and she passes them over to him before she settles back down and double checks Dean's wound, the blood and the work she's done. It's not incredible work, she's not exactly a professional, but she thinks that she's done quite well, considering that it was an emergency.

Her eyes do turn back to Dean, though, narrowed before she huffs a noise. ]

That's exactly the kind of thing that someone says when they're going to end up going into shock because they're hurt.

[ Honestly.

Boys. ]

[Sam is trying his best not to let this get to him -- but he can't help the pissed look he shoots Dean at that comment, because really? Really? Fucking idiot. He's got blood just about everywhere on the way here to medical bay. Of course he's gonna go into shock.

But he has to keep calm, not get pissed, and - focus.

He smiles up at the witch, albeit tiredly.]

Thanks, Hermione. I really owe you.

[He keeps his hand on Dean, making sure he doesn't try to move.]

... Hate to say it, but this is usually is go-to ad-lib for this kind of thing.

[Sam is a big ol' hypocrite, but he's not the one bleeding on a gurney, so.]

[ What. What!! Don't look at him like that, this isn't his fault....... okay, yes it is, but he's still not going to go into shock because he said so and that's final. Winchester's slam their way through injuries and this is no different as far as Dean's concerned. They pop their shoulders back into place, deal with broken ribs, and keep on running.

He is not going to go into shock because he refuses.

Or something.

But look being shoved down is still all manner of unfair and if he could shoot Sam a feisty glower from this position he would so do it. Except he can't, his face is full of gurney, and all he can do is lay there and take whatever the fuck is happening without being allowed to bitch because he's fairly sure that Sam would punch him in the head if he even tried to. And his head hurts enough as it is, so-- he'll be avoiding that outcome.

... And yet he still kind of is curious as to what's just happened to him. Consider him.. tiredly interested. ]

Kind of thing someone says when they're right.

[ Neener neener?!? ]

Do I even get to know what you did?

It's not as if I did anything dramatic.

[ Hermione watches the two of them before she moves, cleaning off her hands with a quick spell and moving to put things away. She had helped, and she's a little sour at just how unhelpful he was being, but it reminds her of so many of her other friends - none of them liked stopping for help or accepting it once it was there, so she can't really blame Dean for it.

It's almost comically familiar to her.

Instead, she focusses, turning her head so she can explain better. ]

I cleaned the wound with a spell, and then I used another to stitch it together. Then I wrapped it in bandages and gauze from the lab and left you with a handy potion that will help you get back all the blood you've lost.

[ Raising her eyebrows, she watches intently. ]

Any other questions?

[Sam cuts in so quickly, okay-]

You got any of those potions for sale??

[ Which just makes her laugh. ]

I can make you some for free, Sam.

[voice.] stop poking your augments???????

action

action

action

action

Re: action

action

action

action

action