driftfleet | voice. MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN.

Who: Max (potentially featuring an injured and less-lucid Maggie) and you...!
Broadcast: Fleetwide | Voice
Action: N/A (Unless you're coming to pick up! We'll see based on threads. Or if you find him on the Starstruck after all this.)
When: Sometime now, whatevs. After this very intense encounter.

[Max has elected to put it to voice; easier to talk when one arm is currently giving blood, but not video to alarm anyone of this very scene. Maggie's lost a lot of blood, but Max is hoping to rectify that a little bit until they can get some help. Speaking of help — time to get some of that. His voice is gruff and calm, but there's an underlying urgency to his words.]

Need pick up, got someone down here on the ring who's hurt pretty bad. Her name's Maggie.

Don't know which ship she's from, but she's got a neck injury from a knife, near the back. Lost a lot of blood... Got it closed up and she's not critical. [Yet. He's pretty sure. She's drowsy as hell and she'll be weak for a while, but she should pull through.] Need a ship to pick us up, though. I can't move her like this on my own through the forest and she shouldn't go long without a real medical bay.

[A thoughtful pause.]

... I didn't do it, by the way.

[Look, he knows he's caused some shit before, but he has been so good. Seriously.

He'll do her a favor and try not to mention she did it to herself yet. He's not sure if he will or not... Honesty is more his policy on injuries. But...]

[Action | Starstruck, optionally]

[Eventually, he'll probably end up back on the Starstruck after getting her somewhere safe and clean and medically sound, sighing a big grumbly sigh and crawling off into the shuttle to sleep off his stress for the day. Y'all are monsters, making him care like a real person. Monsters. He'll have to check on her later, in secret, where she will never know. Perfect plan.

Don't mind if he has blood on him, he'll go to the bathroom to wash it off. He's gonna be a bit woozy on his feet for a few days.

Better than having his neck cut into, though.]

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[Not so fast! Once they get Maggie settled, Ravi double-checks a few of her vital signs and gets his old-school sphygmomanometer. He frowns and starts pulling a few more things about his bag.]

She's lucky you were around, I'd hate to see what her blood pressure would have been like without your transfusion. Is it possible for you to pilot us to the Iskaulit? I'd like to get some treatments started, and it's really better not to delay them.

[Having watched people succumb to bloodloss before, he hears you there. Of course, sometimes he's relieved they're bleeding out, if it means they're not going to capture him and drag him off somewhere. Other times, he bites his cheek and stows any feeling on the matter. Furiosa nearly dying had really set him off — that's the hard thing about caring. It's impossible to help it.]

... I can pilot, yeah.

[He'll slip into the seat, easy, used to the travel.]

Just, hm. Get settled in.

[He'll pilot smoothly. Injured person on board and all.]

[He works as quickly as he can. An antihistamine shot - just in case - and then the complicated task of getting an IV catheter into a vein when things aren't quite as motionless as he'd like.]

... did I already mention how impressive it is that you got a needle in to give a transfusion? Maybe I should have piloted and let you have a go at treatment!

[But he sees the little flash of blood in the hub and gets a fluid line hooked up and an intravenous injection of antibiotics for good measure.]

[It's important to know first aid in a jarred, wiggling automobile, man. Also good to pilot one steady even after you've lost -- or given -- some blood. The Wastelands are an interesting place like that.]

Trained in some first aid, when I was younger.

Nothing special, though. Better at making bombs.

[Both eyebrows shoot straight up at that, but if he's feeling stressed about this new information, his voice at least doesn't sound too strained.]

I'd say we could talk about it over a few beers, but you don't strike me as the anecdotal type.

[He snorts, which is pretty close to being good-natured and humored. Almost.]

Don't really drink.

[He shrugs a shoulder.]

Home's a wasteland, people fight. Important to know how to kill those people.

[So congrats on hanging out with the crazy dude. He's a nice crazy dude, though.]

Well, when you put it like that, it's hard to argue.

[He does another quick vitals check on Maggie and then starts packing things back into his bag.]

Any idea on an ETA?

Ten minutes. She gonna be okay for that?

[He figures she's stable, that she'll pull through just fine.

But it's good to check. Double-check.]

I think she'll pull through fine, likely due to your quick reaction to the situation.

[His hand rubs over the spot where he'd taped the cotton swab over his vein.

Grab the bloodbag, drag him, shred him, hang him by the boots—

His other hand curls a bit tighter on the controls.]

... Good.

Remind me to recruit you to my team in the event of a zombie apocalypse!

... Why zombies?

[He has people who act like zombies, but.

None of that. That's not how dead people work.]

No reason, really. They're just the thing in pop culture at the moment. I'm personally waiting for mummy's to get their sexy brought back as well.

................

R'you on drugs?

[like he's not gonna judge you but please just inform a brother]

Nah, hugs are my drugs of choice. Although I do get a certain high from utilizing a well-timed reference.

[He looks quite serious when he looks back at him.]

Infinitely worse than actual drug use.

I suppose you're entitled to your wrong opinion.

... Are you gonna talk the whole way?

[He almost looks taken aback for a second, but shrugs it off.]

I was planning on it, yeah. You're welcome to lapse into silence for a bit if you want. I'm pretty comfortable with performing soliloquies, if needed.

Could always just abandon you in the forest and leave.

[Dead serious in the face as always, of course.]

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Seems kind of counterproductive to ask for my help and then dump me before we get to the important part.

... Can think of a few decent doctors to take over...

[ravi don't make him actually CONSIDER IT HE WASN'T BEING SERIOUS(?)]

Yeah, we're definitely lucky on that count here. The last place I was stuck in pretty much just had me and the gorilla nurses for health care. A little less than ideal.

[There really is no shutting you up is there?

He internally groans, rolls his eyes, and looks to the window.]

Edited 2017-03-10 20:48 (UTC)

[No, there's really not. Continuing his story in a conversational tone.]

I also started running out of names that began with "R" to assign them. It seemed a bit nicer than "hey you", you know?

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