Shadowgirls

Dinah glanced up when she heard the thud on the roof. She was posting on the forums via one of the phones. She'd helped Dr. Hera where she could but now the woman had moved beyond anything that resembled the first aid class Dinah had taken. She stayed near in case the older woman needed an extra set of hands for anything.

Dr. Hera's getting Tain fixed up now. Looks like I might be taking you up on your offer Inara I don't know if it's going to be safe to go back to the apartment in the near future.

Muttering under her breath about men and their pigheadedness while working as swiftly as she could, Hera discovers several severely broken ribs, a plethora of bruises and superficial cuts, as well as a shallow but nastily infected slice on one leg.  After Dinah helped with the less serious wounds, Hera began Healing the more serious ones.  Rummaging through her pack, she produced a jar containing a light yellow, oddly scented ointment which she proceeded to smear over the infected leg wound before warming a damp towel in Adamas' microwave and placing it over the cream.  It became rather pungent, though not unpleasant, as Hera moved on to see what she could do for Tain's ribs.

Thanks for the help Dinah.  Tain is usually a handful on a good day and when he's been injured… well, it's usually not a good day.  He's a bit of a challenge, medically speaking, since his body chemistry seems to burn through traditional medications like they were candy.  I'm surprised the Valium has held as long as it has.  He was probably already exhausted, so the drug was able to get a little better hold…  I expect that once I start manipulating these ribs, he'll most likely start rousing so don't be too surprised if things get a little odd in here soon.

Laying both hands across Tain's ribcage, Hera begins chanting softly in her native Cherokee as she starts moving the broken bones into a more appropriate alignment.  All is quiet but for Hera's voice for a while, excepting the sounds of live fire and something heavy being dropped on the roof, until Tain seems to start rousing from his drug-induced sleep.  He thrashes around a little, managing to knock over a few small items, though it seems to phase Hera not at all.  After a few moments of this, he quiets only to try to sit upright and toss off the hands helping him.  Sending a reassuring smile toward DInah, Hera uses her entire weight to force Tain back to the bunk and quickly picks up a syringe she had nearby.  After injecting him swiftly, his eye focuses on her face for only a moment when he mumbles "Not again…" before it flutters closed and he goes limp, leaving Hera free to continue caring for him.  A few more minutes pass during which she manages get his ribs realigned and augment the healing process with her Gift so that he could be moved safely once their watchers were dealt with.  With a sigh she moves away, rubbing her temples from the effort.

There, that should have him stable enough.  Just let me check on this leg and…  Moving the towel, she sees the infection draining from the wound and wrinkles her nose.  Cleaning it with more supplies from her bag, Hera puts in a few small stitches and bandages the wound securely.  Well, that was nasty.  He was probably in a lot more pain and trouble than he'll ever admit.  Now as soon as the gentlemen let me know it's safe to do so, we can move him to my truck and get him somewhere safe to recover.  Which leads us to you, dear.  Hera smiles gently at Dinah, at which point Dinah realizes that the other woman isn't as old as her demeanor implies, somewhere in her early to mid-thirties actually.  Her lighter expression removes considerable years from her face.  If you truly don't feel safe going home and would like some assistance vacating said home, we will be more than happy to lend you aid especially as you have so kindly helped our comrade in his time of need.  Fors and I have a quite secure little haven as do a few of the others, but if you'd rather leave altogether, well… none of us would blame you in the least.  Just let us know and if it is in our ability to give what you need, I'm sure at least one of us will be glad to do so.  We would never knowingly leave you in an unsafe or untenable position if we are able to prevent it.  Is there anything we can do for you, dear?

Dinah muttered a thank you. Carefully she slipped the pocket watch back into it's place in her hip pocket. She blinked at the food for a moment until the smell registered with the more basic processing of the hind brain. She ate the food fast enough to not recognize the taste of any of it.  The food consumed she folded her arms on the small table and rested her chin on her forearms. She blinked, once… twice… and the third time her eyes didn't open as she fell asleep.

OOC: And I'm out for a few days. Feel free to move Dinah somewhere so she won't get a kink in her neck.

Damnit!  Not a good time, dark ones… Grumblng under her breath, Hera heaves Tain to her shoulder and bodily drags him from the trailer to her truck.  Strapping him to a bunk in the back she shouts back to the others.  There's room in here for Dinah too or you're more than welcome to have her ride with you, whichever, but nap time's over for the rest of us.  Time to haul tail!

Jumping behind the wheel of the truck, Hera brings the massive machine to life.  Love, Andy's present is still on board should it be required, but will you be joining us in the conventional manner or are you scouting again?  Not waiting for an answer, she gets the vehicle moving back toward town, hoping to intersect with Tink soon so they can complete their escape.