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27 September 2017 @ 11:21 am
_Girl Trip_ or _Lucky Dave_ 5  
He laid his head back, dozed until the itching pain in his leg flared up. He pushed himself up a bit more . . . the wrap was completely soaked, blood tinged pink.

The girl turned and followed his gaze. "Eww! Aunt . . . Mom, I think we'd better stop for some . . . first aid?"

Dave threw out a hand to stop himself from falling to the floor and the car braked and swerved. Bumped over uneven ground.

"Sorry, there was this perfect spot to stop . . . "

The mother . . . or aunt . . . looked over the seat. "Umm, yes." She got out and circled to the trunk. The girl jumped out and opened the door at his feet as the woman lugged a metal case around and set it down on the ground by the door. White, with the red X of a medical kit.

Dave tried to help as she shook out a thin sheet and eased it under his leg. Scissors to cut away the rags tying the slats in place. Then she lifted the edge of the wraps and started cutting.

Dave winced and grabbed the pink boost. A swallow took away the pain, and left him feeling a bit tipsy. Enough that he didn't mind watching the woman work, cutting slowly and carefully, where the cloth was stuck to the skin. She stopped twice to spray the bandage to loosen it. And spray more as she peeled it away from the wound where the shattered bones had once protruded.

He shivered a little remembering that day, stuck in the bubble, wondering if he ought not just cut the leg off.

But now it was just lumpy knobs and ridges under skin that was oozing pus and blood. The woman wiped carefully, cleaning it all up . . . and starting over as more nasty stuff oozed. He watched in horror as a blister formed, ruptured to spew more . . . "That's not . . . I've never seen . . . "

"It's the healing potion I gave you. It's pretty . . . vigorous. That's why I used so little. It can deplete the body as a whole very badly, trying to heal the obvious problems."

Vigorous? He frowned, and leaned to poke. The skin looked . . . healthy. Well, like healthy skin that had been wrapped up away from the sun, but . . . he wiggled his toes. Flexed his knee.

It works!

He leaned away from the back of the seat. Rotated his shoulder . . . a little. It moved stiffly, but it didn't actually hurt. Swung his arm . . . a few inches forward and back.

He took a deep shaky breath as the woman—the enemy agent—pulled all the soiled rags out from under his leg and dropped them in a bag the girl held out.

"I think we should leave that leg uncovered." She shifted the planks away and set them on the floor. "But don't put any weight on it, at all."

He nodded. Feeling the warm humid air from the drivers door that she'd left open. The cool breeze from the other side, from the air conditioning . . . because she'd left the engine running as well. They were on a wide flat verge where a dirt road led off to a farm, angled a little toward the highway.

Enemy agent.

"Yes. No weight, umm, I need to, umm . . . " Oh Hell, what are the social niceties these days?

She nodded. "I'll pull you out . . . "

"No." He reached behind him and pulled the latch. "I can pull myself out this door more easily . . . "

He reached up and grabbed the top of the door, got his left foot under him.

She hustled around to make sure he didn't fall.

He paused. She rolled her eyes and walked back around the car. Opened the trunk. Closed the medical kit. Glanced his way. He tried to look embarrassed.

The girl snatched her camera and closed the front passenger door. "I'm going to go look at this bird!"

The agent picked up the box, closed the back passenger door. Thumped the box down into the trunk and closed it. Walked away to join the girl.
Lucky Dave swung the back door out of the way, barely touching so there was no give away noise. Hopped to the front. Got his right leg in carefully. Sat. Left leg in. Door almost closed.

Check traffic.

A big gap.

Hit the gas.

matapampamuphoff on September 27th, 2017 04:27 pm (UTC)
And yes, I was giggling as I wrote this.
muirecanmuirecan on September 27th, 2017 08:45 pm (UTC)
Oh the poor poor man. :)
(Anonymous) on September 27th, 2017 11:58 pm (UTC)
The one thing that I am trying to figure out is, will his luck let Rael catch back up first or will it be Isakson that gets ahold of him?
matapampamuphoff on September 28th, 2017 12:39 am (UTC)
Oh, I think I'll let Ryol deliver the winning blow.
ekuah on September 28th, 2017 07:29 am (UTC)
The healing process seems a little too fast.
I mean compared to other occasions where the joy juice acted.
matapampamuphoff on September 28th, 2017 12:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Critique
Depends on the problem.

Grow whole new organs? Three weeks. In this case it's clearing up an infected injury, reinforcing bone regrowth that's already been on-going for six weeks, and softening up tendons stiff from lack of use.

Lucky Dave is a long way from healed, but he's out of the splint and has a bit more mobility in the shoulder than previously. That's it.

Rael's still going to have to be careful to not injure him . . . RSN.