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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 07:29 AM Post #626 |
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Wilson barely heard what was going on around him as he tried to get Neva's heart pumping again. He had an idea of how to help her but he knew that the odds were against the procedure working at the moment in time. He didn't think her body could take the strain of what they would do, but then again what did they have to lose? "Greg. I need you to get me the blood transfusion machine from the operating room" he instructs, continuing his efforts. He had everything else he would need here, as he knew that moving her at the moment may just kill her faster. |
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| Racheya | Jul 30 2007, 07:34 AM Post #627 |
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Greg didn't question why, he just got to his feet and silently left the room at a speedy pace, trying to keep the time he was away from Neva to a minimum. A few minutes later, Greg came back into the room wheeling the blood transfusion machine ahead of him. After positioning it next to Neva's bed he returned to his seat. Wondering what Wilson had in mind. |
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| Lady Marmalade | Jul 30 2007, 07:39 AM Post #628 |
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Diane was completely transfix by what Wilson was doing she barely heard what Greg had said. As ever second passed she feared for Neva life, moving out of the way so that Greg could passed and get whatever ever Wilson told him to get. She leaned against wall staying well out of the way. There wasn't much for her to do, but hope to god that Neva was going to be alright. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 07:42 AM Post #629 |
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As Greg arrives back with the machine, Wilson removes a sterile needle from his pocket. He finds a vein in her arm and places the needle into the vein, removing the back of the needle quickly before replacing it with a tube from the machine. As the blood slowly drains from her, one could see small flecks of black in with the blood. "What the f***....?" Wilson exclaims to himself. Walking to the other side of the machine that was cleaning Neva's blood, Wilson removes another needle and injects it into his own arm, hooking it up to the machine. Placing a third needle into Neva's other arm and hooking it up to the machine, he watches as his own blood begins to flow into Neva, cleansing her veins as it does so. After a little while, he removes his own need and places the tube into the spare needle, watching as Neva's own cleansed blood flows back into her. Whilst he had been conducting CPR on the woman, he couldn't help but notice the off colour the pink parts of her eyes had taken. He knew of only one substance that could have caused it and knew that it would need to be cleansed from her body if she was to survive. As the toxin seemed to take rather a large proportion of her blood with it, and he needed fresh blood for this procedure, he thought it best to transfuse her with his own. |
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| Racheya | Jul 30 2007, 07:52 AM Post #630 |
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Greg watches Wilson give Neva his blood, vaguely wishing that he could give his own blood to Neva. What intriged him however was the black in her blood, so THAT was likely causing her heart failures. Greg had thought it had just been the physical injuries, a toxin hadn't crossed his mind. "How did you think of that?" Greg asked Wilson quietly. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 07:57 AM Post #631 |
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When her blood begins to circulate back to a deep red fluid, Wilson re-configures the settings on the machine until her blood drains back into her. He then removes the needles from Neva's arms and places them in a medical waste bin on the table. "Well I noticed that there was some discolouration of the membrane around her eyes, and the particulare shade is usually only caused by one thing" he then points to old looking puncture wounds in her neck. "He must have been injecting her with gun powder, knowing that it's virtually indetectable when it hits the blood stream" he explains. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Jul 30 2007, 07:59 AM Post #632 |
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Kat remained silent as everything went on around her. As Greg spoke with a shaky voice, she placed a hand on his arm to try and steady him., giving a slight nod to acknowledge Diane but having no real voice of her own. Merlin knew he was having a rough time with this, they all were, but she felt need to share what ever strength she herself still had. As Wilson told Greg to get something, she easily get go, watching as the machine was brought in and Wilson cleaned the toxin from Neva's blood. She hoped upon hope it would do the trick. |
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| Racheya | Jul 30 2007, 08:09 AM Post #633 |
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Greg listens to Wilson. That was something that Greg himself would usually think of, but he hadn't noticed the puncture wounds let alone the discolouring. "I'll kill that..." He trailed off, this was all Tyler's fault and someday, he would make him pay. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 08:12 AM Post #634 |
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Wilson smiles a little as Neva begins to flood with colour again, her usual tanned skin reigning over the paleness that had taken over. Taking his wand from the foor of the bed, Wilson sweeps it over Neva's chest as he tries to assess her lungs. They were returning to working order again. He carefully removes the tube from Neva's throat and places on top of the machine before moving it out of the way. |
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| Lady Marmalade | Jul 30 2007, 10:38 AM Post #635 |
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Diane stayed back against the wall. She had no idea what in the world made her so scared of being healed, but deep down inside she knew what a wonderful thing it was as she watched Wilson gave Neva blood to help save her life. "Is she going to be alright now?" she asked when she finally got her voice back. |
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| Racheya | Jul 30 2007, 12:31 PM Post #636 |
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Greg looked at Diane, then Wilson, then back to Diane. "I think she will be." It was lucky that Wilson had thought of the toxin, otherwise the answer would have been quite different. He edged closer to Neva, taking hold of her hand. "You're going to be fine." He said softly to her, wondering if she could hear him. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 12:36 PM Post #637 |
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Somehow sensing that Greg and Diane would like to be alone with Neva, Wilson slips quietly out of the room to return the blood transfusion machine and amend Neva's chart. Slowly, Neva's eyes begin to flutter open gently. She couldn't make sense of what was happening around her, her brain still agging behind her body. But it didn't matter. She could hear Greg's voice, and feel his skin against her hand. That was all that mattered. She cocks her head to the side ever so slightly, smiling weakly at the blurry figure she thought would be Greg. |
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| Racheya | Jul 30 2007, 01:37 PM Post #638 |
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Greg squeezed Neva's hand softly as she saw her open her eyes and smile at him. "Hey there." He said quietly. "How're you feeling?" He asked. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Jul 30 2007, 01:41 PM Post #639 |
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Kat may have followed Wilson out of the room but was oblivious to what was happening as she had against her will fallen asleep in the chair as exhaustion and lingering worry took over. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 01:41 PM Post #640 |
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"Fine" Neva replies a little breathily, not having much strength left to say anything more than that. Her eyes said it all. They told him everything he would need to know; That she was thankful to be alive, and in awe at the fact that she wasn't alone. |
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| Racheya | Jul 30 2007, 01:44 PM Post #641 |
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"Good." Greg said simply, he didn't know how to tell her how thankful he was to see her alive or how he had thought that maybe... maybe she wouldn't get through it. So instead he leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek before moving back, sitting down in his chair. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 01:47 PM Post #642 |
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Neva runs her fingers across Greg's cheek gently as he leans in and kisses her. She didn't really know what to say. She knew that he would ask her what had happened during her ordeal, after all, he hadn't done so before. But she dind't know if she could bring herself to go over the whole humiliating memory. |
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| Racheya | Jul 30 2007, 01:53 PM Post #643 |
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"I thought..." Greg said hesitantly. "I thought you were gone but Wilson figured out that there was gun powder in your blood..." He paused, knowing that Neva would not want to say what happened but it had to be done. "...what did he do to you?" |
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| Lady Marmalade | Jul 30 2007, 01:55 PM Post #644 |
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A small smile formed on Diane lips when Greg said that Neva would be find. Her eyes followed Wilson out of the room before she turned back to Neva. Diane had thought that Greg would have left to, but he walked up to the bed and held her hand instead. Thinking that they had just because really close friends she took a few steps closer, before stopping dead in her tracks when he kissed her cheek. Diane raised an eyebrow as she watched the two. Surely nothing could be going on. Neva was with Julian. Maybe they forgot that she was there and she wasn't suppose to see that. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 01:59 PM Post #645 |
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Neva was sure that she had stopped breathing momentarily when he asked the question she was dreading. She didn't know how she could put it all into mere words. But she did know that there was a pensieve in the room for such occasions. She supposed that would have to do. She reaches up with a feeble, shaking hand and removes a wand and vial from the table. Placing the top of the wand to her temple, she removes small slivers of memory until there was nothing left to recount. Everything from the lapdance, to beaing forced to clean the muddy beathroom with a toothbrush, wearing nothing but a Dog collar, to the beatings and other humiliations, were encased in the vial. She places it in Greg's hand, knowing that he would know what to do with it. |
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| Racheya | Jul 30 2007, 02:07 PM Post #646 |
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Greg took the vial from Neva and placed it in his pocket, there was a penseive in the room for such things but he didn't want to spend time thinking about that now, he would look at the memories later in his office. He just wanted to sit with Neva knowing that she would be okay, that she would be fine. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 02:10 PM Post #647 |
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"You can go look at that now if you want. I'll be here when you get back" Nea says hoarsely, smiling weakly at him. She wanted him to stay here but at the same time she wanted him to know. She found it awkward knowing what he would find out soon enough. She would rather him get it over with, rip off the bandage as it were. |
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| Racheya | Jul 30 2007, 02:14 PM Post #648 |
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Greg nodded, he wanted to stay with her but his curiosity and the fact that she wasn't in any danger now outweighed the want to stay with her. "Alright. I need a walk around and a bit of a rest anyway, I'll be back soon." He let go of her hand, quickly kissing her again on the cheek before exiting the room. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Jul 30 2007, 02:16 PM Post #649 |
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Neva nods slowly, smiling as he kisses her again before departing. She couldn't help but wonder what his reaction would be after seeing what she had been through. She only hoped that he wouldn't her responsible for it, as Julian upon finding out about Izaar. |
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| Holmesian Feline | Jul 30 2007, 03:50 PM Post #650 |
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After a little while, Kat shook herself awake. Looking around, she realised she had unwillingly fallen asleep in the chair in the corner of the room. Spotting Neva awake, she got up and quietly made it over to her friend's bedside. "Neva, you're awake.." Kat replied softly with a smile. |
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