14th Resurrection - This Devil's Workday

[sanctus_dei]

[Well, coupled with his own physical shortcomings, and complete exhaustion, Theo managed to get himself mangled at the tractor factory today. His left hand - this dominant one - is utterly shattered, torn up something fierce in some machinery. The supervisors tried to have him just wrap it up and go back to work, but he managed to sneak out. He walks home a bloody, pale wreck. Feel free to stop him/ignore him/whatever.

Later: a phone call! The phone fumbles a moment before he speaks. He sounds as irritated as always.]

_Shit... A-Are their any doctors left out there? And I'm not talking about the mad scientist woman. Or am I going to be left to die of sepsis in this place? Goddamnit...

...has anyone died here yet? Do you still come back?


And for god's sake, does ANYONE out there have a cigarette?!

Comments

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't have the strength to resist. Previously he looked more mad than scared, but now he looks a bit apprehensive.]

You really ARE experimenting on the cattle!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[That is gonna sting.]

Y-yeah, I guess that's the best we're gonna do. Shit...

[redorblueshot.livejournal.com]

[Like a bitch]

Oh c'mon. You're a man. Show some more guts.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

[A cow stares apprehensively back at Theo as Fran returns with a bottle of vodka and a mostly clean rag]

Alright, I can try to sterilize and bandage the wound, but you'd need to find someone else to properly stitch it and give it cleaner bandages. I can't find a needle and thread not attached to a machine here~

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[SCOWL] It's not like this is the first time I've had to do this. Excuse me if I don't exactly look forward to it. [Off he goes to find some vodka!]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Not only is his hand torn up, but several bones are broken too. It's a mess under those bandages.]

Great. Lovely. This day can't get any better. Alright, let's do this.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

[Fran nods and pours the vodka out onto his hand in several splashes, making sure to wash away what she can. She then bandages the wound up tightly, trying to stem the flow, though the blood quickly soaks into it.]

Try to keep this elevated and change the bandage every couple of hours~

At home

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, your hand!

[redorblueshot.livejournal.com]

Teeheehee. It's like I'm with Makihima-sama again.

[italics = thoughts]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he pretty much looks like he got run over by one of those tractors at this point.]

Yeah. Fuck this place, Kay.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Ohfuckohfuckowowowowowow

Theo strangles out some curses through his teeth while Fran pours on the vodka. When she's done, he holds up his hand, trying not to shake.]

GodDAMN. Is there any of that shit left because now I need some.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

[Fran hands over the rest of the bottle]

Again, let me know if there's any putrefaction~

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

[Hughes would love to be of some help to you, but he's busy... nnnot doing his job. No, he's abandoned his post at the cranks to work a friend's job! He's currently pulling limbs and fingers and scalps from shredders.

He notices there's more of them today than yesterday or the day before. Huh, gee, I wonder if that's because the workers are too exhausted to even care at this point.

So he doesn't even notice you as he's wiping blood on his jacket and getting back to that severed arm in the beet shredder! He looks quite determined.]

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

...Did you at least get it looked at yet?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He immediately starts chugging the rest, but then chokes on the word "putrefacation". Necromancers know all about that.]

...y-yeah, no trust me, I'll keep an eye on it.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[With a panicked look, Theo double checks to make sure he still HAS all his fingers. Yep, they're there - broken and useless and probably ruined for good, but there. Watching Hughes, he figured it could have been a lot worse.]

_{Christ Almighty.}

How many times has your not!dad come home covered in blood?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Sorta. It's not like we have anything even close to medical care here. Where's the vodka?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

In the kitchen, if we have any.

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

[Hughes finally notices him, and the determined look softened in sympathy.]

Goddamn--what'd you do??

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Fantastic. Make sure no one takes it. It's the closest thing I have to disinfectant here. [Starts rummaging through the kitchen to find some.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I... I don't even know! The damn machine just nearly took my hand off!

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

[He frowns.]

Damn, that looks pretty bad... You need to get it looked at, and soon.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

I hope this is all over with soon...

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Emerges from kitchen with a bottle of vodka, some mostly-clean rags and a bucket.]

Me too. But it's only a matter of time till we're all droned or dead, by the looks of it.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Fuck. This is fucking insane. We're all going to be dead within a few weeks, at this rate.