Yttermayn's Infractus Experiment IC

[Yttermayn]

"Three gunshots, two to the trunk, one to the hand. CPR Given." Rounding the corner of a cop car, Joe did see one of the officers doing his best to keep the homeless man alive. The officer looked up, and Joe saw the look of resignation on his face that said he thought this guy would be DOA at the hospital. To his credit, the officer was still doing a valiant job of it right up until Joe and Roman took over. A severed finger, an exploded can of peaches, a bullet wound just under the collar bone, and another more solidly in the left lung area. Joe gave himself a mental shake, he could wonder about what happened here later. That lung shot would end the man's life, if it hadn't already.

 

[Yttermayn]

Phil stepped out on the street, the golden arches of the local mickey-d's were just ahead. From around the corner suddenly came a beat-up pickup truck. Phil hardly had time to jump out of the way before it had careened past him. An ambulance siren wailed somewhere nearby as Phil approached the dumpsters out back. McDonald's liked to keep the dumpsters hidden behind tall chain link fences with plastic strips inserted in the links. It made the restaurant a little easier to look at, but it was harder to get at those yummy fries they threw out when they shut down.

 

[Scott DeWar]

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Jorge ran blindly through the jungle and at some point, he lost track of the trail. The change was beneath his notice. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what he was doing was dangerous. The jungle dosn't forgive easily. As if in answer to that thought, a great drop off appeared ahead and Jorge skidded and stumbled to a stop, finally hugging a sapling to steady himself. He looked out onto the world revealed by the drop off. His eyes were drawn downward. Smoke and hellish flames licked up from below. Jorge could see the familiar shapes of his village amid the inferno. Then between the huts, he saw movement! Despite the distance and smoke, he recognized them, the people of his parish! Jorge's gaze moved skyward, looking toward the God who would allow such an atrocity. Somehow, the sky was unsullied by the smoke from below. Beautiful yellow light, too bright to look at directly, limned the clouds. Jorge could barely make out silhouettes past the intense glow. One of them came forward, impossibly, out of the clouds above Jorge. Through his eyes watered badly, Jorge still knew who He was. It was instinctual. The glimpses of His face were of a terrifying beauty, and Jorge was sure that to gaze openly at the face of God would do something to him which would be irrevocable. His lips did not move, but Jorge knew it was He who spoke. "YOU NEED THIS." was the message, and the Voice filled him.

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Through the rage he felt toward the creator that he knew the voice to be from, he cries out words with all of his might,"what! I need to see the people YOU gave me to protect to be slain before my very eyes?" he squeaks out timidly. Then a thought comes to him in a very peculiar clarity, 'I wonder if this is how job felt when he stood before HIM?'

 

[Helfdan]

Joe hefts the oxygen tank and a few bags of IV fluids, counting on Roman to bring the epi, atropine, and other lifesaving drugs as well as the portable heart monitor/defibrillator.
"I'll get an IV in and start ACLS. You work your magic on the wounds, Roman."
When they get to the cop, Joe taps his shoulder. "You did good, buddy. We'll take over."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Come on!" Phil tells to dogjaw, as he trots towards the secured containers. From there, he'll try to spot some place to go through or something useful to open the door or just a god spot to climb up.

 

[Yttermayn]

Jorge could not here his own words. The rushing, pounding sound in his ears drowned out everything else. The watery brilliance that reached his retinas threatened to blind him. Jorge felt a pressure on his shoulder, as of someone gripping him. Spinning around, Jorge came face to face with the grizzly remains of one of the villagers. A deep slash from a machete had shaved off the side of his face and continued down to where the blade stopped after shattering the colarbone. Blood soaked his clothes, and Jorge saw more cadaverous villagers behind the man. Jorge put his hands out in that moment and did not know whether it was to help or to fend off the walking dead before him. He saw his own robes were soaked through with blood, and that they clung and weighed him down. The rest of the dead villagers came forward then and embraced him, and as a single mass, they fell off the precipice towards the flames below.
"Jorge! Jorge!" came a voice. The blood soaked robes became sweat-damp sheets, and the hand of the dead man became the hand of his mentor. Jorge opened his eyes to daylight. The old priest stood over him, a concerned expression on his face. "One devil of a nightmare you must have been having!" he said. "I tried to wake you, but you'd have none of it!"

 

[Yttermayn]

"Thanks." the cop replies in a tired, quiet voice. The man scooped up his hat and wiped his brow with his sleeve, then went to rest in the passenger seat of the closest police vehicle. Roman continues the chest compressions for the few seconds it takes for Joe to get the IV in and set up. "Let's get his heart going, or it'll kill him before blood loss will..." He only pauses when Joe is ready to apply the defib pads.

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[Helfdan]

Joe hooks the fallen man to a heart monitor, and at first is pleased to see what looks like a regular rhythm. But the lack of a pulse at the patient's neck soon tells a grimmer story.
"! PEA!!". (that's pulseless electrical activity for those of you who don't habla). "I don't think he had an embolus , so...". Joe and Roman look at each other and simultaneously state: "Blood loss!"

Joe makes sure the bag of saline is running "wide open" into the patient's veins, and as Roman continues chest compressions, he gives the first dose epinephrine. A painfully long minute passes... No pulse without compressions. Joe takes over the compressions as Roman takes over the air bladder which drives oxygen into the vctim's lungs. He then gives a second dose of epi. A few compressions. No pulse. Another hellishly long minute. Joe gives compressions without signs of tiring, well used to this type of work. Already resigned to failure, but unwilling to give up, he takes up a third vial of epi as he perfunctorily feels for a pulse...

"Roman! We gotta live one!". The pulse is thready, but it's there. Joe takes over the 'ambu bag' to keep the patient breathing, and reaches over to squeeze the IV fluids and make them go in faster as Roman examines the wounds....

 

[Yttermayn]

Roman wastes no time in grabbing for his kit and pulling out the occlusive dressing and tape. He quickly places a pre-cut piece over the bullet wound and tapes three sides of it off to allow air out of the chest cavity, but not back in. He then goes to work on the other wounds, making ready for patient relocation to the gurney and ultimately, the hospital.

Meanwhile...
Phil glanced back and saw the ridiculous, goofy smile contorting onto Dogjaw's crooked face as they ran towards the dumpsters in a slight crouch. The gate for the ten by ten chain link fence faced the backdoor of the building. On his approach, Phil noted a filthy looking padlock hooking through the loop of the poorly fitted gate latch. He also saw that in a couple of places, the plastic strips worked into the links were broken out or missing entirely. The gaps might allow a climber a less than ideal toehold. He did see any gaps large enough for an arm, much less the rest of his body. "Looks like it's breakin' or climbin'!" commented Dogjaw excitedly.

 

[Helfdan]

Joe continues 'bagging' the patient and checking on his pulse and heart monitor as Roman works. He turns to the nearest cop. "So... why did they shoot the poor guy?"