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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2013 23:08:33 GMT 2
Yasmin watched the colour drain from the conscious blond man.s face. Damn it she didn't save this man just for the cops to kill him through undue stress minutes later. Thinking quickly yasmin unbuttoned another button on her dress and made use of her ample assets. She had the cops full attention as she slipped from the room. Thoughts of gunshot victims left their mind as their thoughts turned much more carnal in nature almost pinning her against the wall.
She towels a strand of blond hair through her fingers dragging her bottom lip between her teeth before soothing the abused skin with a quick swipe of the tongue. The sexy blond directs them toward another gunshot victim hoping that her taking a chance on these two isn't a mistake
Yasmin: he's on the next floor up room 102. He's yet to regain consciousness but by all means if you can id him go ahead.
She waits till she sees the pair get into the elevator before slipping her form back inside the private room carrying with her a set of doctors scribe. The last thing the anxious blond needs is to get himself arrested for indecent exposure. She spares him a glance as she reenters the room thinking he looks confused rolling her Crystal blue eyes she huffs.
Yasmin: I didn't save him for them to bounce in and ruin my hard work besides neither of you scream hardened criminal and working in ER you learn to tell quickly
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 31, 2013 17:43:36 GMT 2
Why on earth this nurse helped them Brian wasn't sure but she sure as hell saved not only Jacks but also Brian's life that very moment she charmed the cops with her beautiful body. Instead of telling the officers that the man they were searching for was right inside the room she sent them up to another level buying Jack and Brian valuable time.
Once she was back inside the room and teh door was close Brian realised how loud his heart was hammering in his ears. "That was close." he admitted. Obviously this woman knew that they were in trouble.
the look she gave Brian told a tale. Maybe she'd been in the same situation before or simply had a thing for a guy like Jack. "Thank you. I'm not sure why you did that but thank you." Brian moved a little closer never taking his eyes off her but only reached for the pants she was holding.
A brief explanation let Brian know why she had covered for them. "We're not criminals. My brother just got caught up with the wrong crowd."
Brian offered her a brief smile before pulling the pants over his very sore leg. He had to sit down and rubbed his face. Brian was way to tired and sore to stay on top of things. The only thing that still kept him going was his adrenalin. "How long until he wakes up? I need to get him out of here before the cops get a hold of us." Why he was confiding in a woman he didn't even know, Brian wasn't sure. Maybe it was mere desperation. "Can I make a call?"
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2013 21:32:55 GMT 2
her golden hair pulled back and she fastened up the button that she'd previously undone. Very aware of Brian's eyes never leaving her she turns her back to give him so privacy as he fixes the trousers. Making all the tests of the equipment surrounding the unconscious blonde she manually checks his pulse. Steady slightly weak but it's constant and strengthening.
His breathing is even, better than the rasping rattling gasps he was making before. She straightens the cover over his prone form. Tilting her head to acknowledge the question.
Yasmin: It's impossible to tell when he'll wake but it won't be for a while now, He's still under anaesthetic. One drip is replacing the fluid he's lost another for the blood and the third are intravenous painkillers. Those will be in him for the next 36 hrs.
She shook her head he could be hidden, paper work got lost it was just a case of moving rooms but did Yasmin really want to be that involved in whatever was going on. Sliding her hand into her bra. pulling out a phone. It may be slightly warm, she almost laughed at the raised eyebrow.
Yasmin: we're not supposed to have them on us, but i'm looking for a new place to live waiting for a call. Take as long as you need it's all covered by my call plan.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on May 31, 2013 22:04:45 GMT 2
With worry written all of his features Brian watched her check Jack over. If Jack only knew what kind of nurse was working on him he'd probably be awake my now. Of course it would take a while for him to come around. What was Brian expecting? For all he knew Jack was one lucky son of a b"" to be alive at all.
He listened to her explanation about the different IVs but that only made Brian more desperate. If his brother really needed all that for another 36 hours he might as well hand him over to the police now. "Is that really necessary?"
Oh that nurse was bold reaching into her bra and producing and body warm cell phone, that Brian couldn't touch without the impression of cupping her boob. Those breasts and that outfit were just a little too much right now. But lucky she was the kind of woman she was...not exactly playing by the golden book of hospital rules. "Wow, er, thanks." For a moment he tried to figure out what to tell her that would get both of the a jail free card. Obviously she was willing to help but how far would the woman go and how much information could he really give her? "Listen." Brian placed his hand on her arm. "I know you're already doing more for us than you have to so I'm just going to give it to you straight. Then you can decide whether you wanna call the cops on us or help us get away." He swallowed hard knowing what a gamble this was. "In all honesty my brother Jack is a useless idiot who thought he could make easy money with smuggling. He never listens to me, he doesn't think two steps ahead and I usually get to fix all the shit he messed up. Unfortunately he's also my brother. This time he was messing with the wrong people though. Look at his hand...that's what they did to him. on top of that they kidnapped my kids to make sure he's going down to Mexico for them. Jack didn't have a choice. Don't you think he already paid enough by loosing his fingers and almost his life? And I'm telling you. I'll never let him live this down." He leaned back sighing deeply. That little speech wouldn't have convinced him to let his brother go. "I'll also go down with him if you don't help us...and I've done nothing but try to protect my family. I swear to you." With a look at Jack's pale face he ended his speech by saying. "It's up to you now."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 10:31:47 GMT 2
Her doe like eyes widened at the sheer multitude of information that was rattled at her by the visibly anxious man. She would swear blind that she did not roll her eyes at him. And she did nothing as melodramatic as glare at him. She could not believe he asked such a pointless question. If the treatment wasn't needed they damn well wouldn't be administering it. Biting the artificially stained cherry red lip she shakes her head and holds up a neatly manicured hand.
Yasmin: I'm never more helpful to police than I can help. ... not since they killed mybrother.
She left it at that no further information. It was always hard to keep her eyes dry when thinking about that day. He'd been bringing her home from the park she was 7 he was 19 they had been crossing the road when the police car turned into it ignoring road signs it came the wrong way down a one way street. It had been yasmin the car had been coming toward right up until Kyle threw her out of the way. She'd watched from the floor as her brother was thrown into the air the car never stopped.
her eyes always moistened when she thought of Kyle. It was her fault he'd saved her at the expense of himself. Automatically her nails tracing along her collarbone as she thinks. Catching her lower lip between her teeth she drags it free
Yasmin: he needs this stuff. And really he needs to stay here but you could discharge him against advice I could take the bags off their stands hide the fact you were taking them with you. You'd need to put them up high again when you got wherever you were going.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jun 2, 2013 12:02:38 GMT 2
Her whole attitutedchanges slightly when she thinks about the reasons she's not helping the police. Whatever happened must have left a deep scar. To anybody else the subtle frown and darkening of her gaze might not have been obvious but to Brian's trained eye it was. "I'm really sorry to hear that." Maybe her brother had been one of the bad biys as well and been shot during a pursuit.
Next thing she told Brian Jack needed the bags of fluids but they could be taken with him, which was great news. All that Brian needed was a way to get his brother out of there as soon as possible. Since he was still under anaesthetics Brian would have to carry him out....and waiting for him to wake up would take valuable minutes.
An idea started to form so he asked her. "Just one more thing. Can you get me a wheelchair?" Then he flipped her phone open a dialled Dom's number. "Dom, listen. Jack's out of surgery. He's not woken up yet but I need to get him out of here. There are already cops swarming the place. Can you get here asap and come to the emergency entrance? I'll be bringing him outside." Hanging up he took a deep breath. For a long moment his eyes were fixed on the nurse. "Am I risking his life if I take him out of here? tell me honestly, please."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 21:09:39 GMT 2
Dom sat on the couch with his eyes closed, taking his version of a catnap. He couldn't even begin to sleep though as he waited in anticipation for the call. A thought in the back of his mind wondered if they had already been caught, it'd been far too long.
Finally, his phone buzzed and with one swift movement he answered it. He raised a brow as he listened, Jacks already out of surgery and ready to go after a few hours? That seemed like it was more Brian's desperation than anything, but they probably didn't have a better option anyway. "I'll be there, Brian." He hung up and then looked at Cole who was in the kitchen with his sister, both were starring at him for information. "Jack's out of surgery, I need to pick them up." He got up from the sofa and started the trek downstairs towards the garage.
He opened the garage door and was greeted with the sight of a Lamborghini, a Silvia, and BMW M3. Damn kid and his mob money. He took the keys for the M3 as that seemed to be the only practical option and soon was on his way to the hospital in a less than legal manner.
He arrived within 15 minutes or so and drove up to the hospital. Even from far he could see the three police cars in front of the entrance, who had already accomplished to gather a big audience.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 22:05:24 GMT 2
Yasmin hesitated when face with the question. She didn't know how to answer in truth the man wasn't guaranteed to survive even in the hospital. She was a specialist trauma nurse she was studying part time to be an er surgeon, that is why she was tasked with sitting with the man. Short of their more senior surgeons there was no one better qualified to deal with any emergency that may arise from his serious condition.
Yasmin: you risk someone not knowing how to deal with an emergency that arises. Given the extent of his injuries it's more a case of when not if an emergency arises.
She gave it to him straight not sugar coating anything.
Yasmin: there's a wheelchair just outside the door, I have to get a few things. No one is going to let you remove an unconscious man from the hospital so we'll need to give him a shot to reverse the anaesthetic.
Slipping from the room with the intention of relieving the hospital of some supplies. She.s met outside the door by a man with dark hair a charming cocky smile upon his face as he puts an arm against the wall she quickly closes the door so he can't see the two men in the room. She shrugs off his hand as he attempts to caress her.
Yasmin: leave me alone go back to your wife Charles.
Charles: it changes nothing yas
Yasmin: it changes everything you told me the relationship was dead desperate beds and everything you said but she turns out pregnant doesn't quite fit your story does it. Leave me alone.
The echo of a slap responds around the corridor and tentatively touched her lip, pulling her hand away and looking at the red staining them in shock. It was only a moment before her eyes blazed with anger before she hissed
Yasmin: leave now before I tell your wife everything.
She storms away before he can move heels clicking on the concrete floor. It's a good ten minutes before she returns to the room not realising that her uniform lost a button during her altercation with Charles. The top of her lacy white bra was on show and her lip still bled slightly sluggish. Efficiently she gave the sleeping man the reversal agent. Making a snap decision she presses the supplies they are most likely to need and some that could be useful in the case of more complex complications.
Yasmin: do you have someone who could deal with complications.
If they didn't yasmin would follow them out the door it was apparent her time in this hospital was over, even without Charlie's wife finding out
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jun 2, 2013 23:35:32 GMT 2
It was obvious that the nurse was debating what to tell Brian. But finally she practically told him that there would be complications, it was just a matter of when they would occur. At that moment Brian knew he wouldn't take Jack from the hospital before he was better. Jack's life was still more important than a prison sentence and maybe they got lucky and nobody would find them. Brian had done step 1 by bringing his brother to the hospital, he would now have to see it through.
Before he could tell the woman that he wasn't taking Jack anywhere before he was out of danger, she was out the door to get something.
Brian wanted to object but he wasn't about to chase after her, so he turned around to once again look at Jack. His brother was still laying there without any sign of regaining consciousness. The sight of him like that was enough to make Brian's knees weak. He sat down on the chair next to his head again and stared at him for a moment. Placing his hand on his brother's clammy skin he hoped that he'd forgive him for making a decision like this. There was no other option though. If the younger O'Conner died because he took him out of the hospital too early Brian would never be able to forgive himself so he decided to see this through as long as he needed to. "I'm not going anywhere." He told his unconscious brother.
Outside he could hear some commotion and tensed up. A moment later the nurse came back with her arms full of supplies. At first Brian only watched what she was doing but then he noticed the broken button and bloody lip. "What happened? What's going on?"
She gave Jack something before she asked, whether Brian had someone who could deal with complications.
So she was really going to go through with helping them out. "No, not like that. I mean I know a nurse but she's not a doctor." Taking a deep breath he searched for the right words and strength. "Listen, you told me that there will be complications...I'm not taking him anywhere. I'm not going to risk my brothers life. He's the one who makes the stupid decisions, not me..." He laughed half hearted at his own comment. "Although Jack would tell you differently."
The question was now, of course, would Brian need to stay right here where everybody could find him?
Out of the corner of his eyes Brian could see Jack move slightly. He turned to see him come to.
Whatever she had given him was now creating a second problem: It might not be Brian's call much longer, what would happen. "Damn, this isn't good."
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jun 3, 2013 19:18:48 GMT 2
BEEP.
BEEP.
BEEP-BEEP.
It was less a waking up than a slow clearing of his head. There was a mist over everything he couldn't think clearly enough to analyze, but the words drugs, shot, mob popped up from somewhere.
BEEP-BEEP.
Uggh... Could someone please shut that damned thing up...
Jack fought the urge to groan as he slowly began to come to, somehow aware that he could still be in some danger. He held his breath and fought to open his eyes...
BEEP-BEEP.
When his eyelids finally fluttered open, Jack had an odd sense of calm. There was pain, but somewhere just below the surface of awareness. He decided not to waste time judging whether this was a blessing or a curse. He attempted to move, though nothing happened right away; his muscles were blatantly unresponsive.
A bleary-eyed glance revealed at least one IV in the crook of his right elbow, and fresh bandages were wrapped around his abdomen. Judging from the coldness and nausea that was slowly creeping back into his body now, he'd suffered quite a bit of blood loss and had probably gone into shock. Judging by the shakiness and rising panic in his throat, he should still be worried.
"Damn, this isn't good."
Jack let his head loll to the side when he heard what he thought was Brian's voice, pretending the blur of his vision was from movement and fatigue, not the pain that suddenly pushed through him. It wasn't a sharp, aggressive attack he could fight, but rather slow and heavy and passive, inexorable.
"What's going on...?" he finally managed to rasp out. Damn, his throat was parched.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jun 3, 2013 21:47:50 GMT 2
Sleep, sleep...it had almost taken over because Brian really needed nothing more and there was a good chance that he could no longer fight his simple physical needs. Yet when he heard Jack stir his eyes opened just to see Jack's lips move but no sound coming out. A moment later Brian was wide awake and by his side. Even though Jack was not out of danger seeing him wake up seemed like a good sign.
It took a moment until his brother had struggled through the haze. Now he would want to know what happened and Brian needed to explain to him that he had had the audacity to actually take him to a hospital. Most likely Jack would curse him out for it. Yet there was no denying it because of the beeping machines surrounding his brother.
"Spa?" He attempted a joke. He scooted closer to look at his brothers face to figure out how clear he was already. "Are you there yet? You went into shock because you got shot and lost too much blood. I had to take you to the hospital. Mia couldn't help you."
With a look at the door, that cops could be coming through any second, Brian lowered his voice to explain. "You're in pretty bad shape, brother. Stay down." Brian's nerves were raw because it was obvious that Jack wasn't going anywhere fast and if he did he'd put his own life on the line. If he didn't...oh well.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jun 5, 2013 0:43:02 GMT 2
"Spa?"
"What...?"
The lights above his head were too bright and made it terribly hard to focus on anything aside from the glowing halos and a blurry Brian beside him.
"Are you there yet? You went into shock because you got shot and lost too much blood. I had to take you to the hospital. Mia couldn't help you."
This time, a more focused glance around showed a standard ER cubicle, including the universal family member/concerned friend chair that his brother was currently sitting in, and it was then that things finally dawned on him; he was in a hospital bed. It was impossible to mistake the feeling of a plastic covered mattress now; even hidden as it was under the scratchy sheets he could feel under his fingers. The smell didn't fool anyone either...
"You're in pretty bad shape, brother. Stay down." Brian had barely finished his sentence or a jolt of remembered adrenalin cleared his head.
Mob. Cops. Fun times...
"M'fine. Don't need to stay," Jack insisted, not too convincingly. His voice was raspy and raw, like his whole throat had been scrubbed clean. Oily black spots danced in his vision with every movement, but it didn't stop him. The heart monitor flat-lining the moment Jack disconnected it from his skin, just before he began pulling free the rest of the wiring and IVs from his body, and he was cursing under his breath and sweating by the time he was finally sitting up.
Alright... now what? Don't think I can walk even five feet... damn it.
"A little help would be appreciated here, bro. Unless you're enjoying the show... In which case, fuck you."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jun 6, 2013 22:23:03 GMT 2
It takes a few minutes only for Jack's head to clear enough to understand where he was and that he might be in trouble. Of course he acts accordingly but only considers one side...the danger that the cops are posing...not his own health. At least now he was making his own decisions and Brian didn't have to make it for him. He was still not very clear in his head so Brian placed his palm on Jack shoulder and held him down. "C'mon, don't be stupid." A moment later Jack pulls the small pads for the monitor off and then pulls out his IVs. With a deep frown and shake of his head he took a step back from Jacks bed. Of course the guy asked for his brothers help to get out of the hospital bed.
"That's a mistake, Jack. You need this stuff. You almost died three hours ago!" As he watched his brother struggle to the edge of the bed and cling to it like his life depended on it he understood that he could either help him and maybe they'd both get out of the vicinity of the police or he could let him crawl his way out onto the hallway and most likely attract more unwanted attention.
"Oh for fucks sake, Jack, what if you need medical attention again? In case you haven't noticed. You've been shot and the hospital there are cops searching for you." Of course Brian knew that right there was the main problem and judging by Jack's look he was determined to get out as fast as he could.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jun 12, 2013 14:09:46 GMT 2
A couple of hours later. Enough was enough...Barely five minutes ago, a no-longer-patient nurse had come in to explain the situation to him for the umpteenth time when he'd tried to pull out the IVs again, once more pointing out that he still needed the medical care, but it no longer worked. She'd taken out the IVs before he could, and she was still glaring at him as if she'd like to reinsert them somewhere else. Jack, however, couldn't care less while they waited for the doctor to show. Finally the man in the white coat arrived, his medical babble a lot of white noise in Jack's ears until he got to the important part of his verdict: it was at his own risk, but he was free to go. Thank God!Wearing nothing but a hospital pajama pants and with one arm wrapped protectively around his bandaged side, the hallway was longer than he felt it should be, his shuffling baby steps barely making progress on his way towards the nearest phone. He was out of breath by the time he reached his destination, and had to lean against the wall for a moment before he could call his brother without sounding like he'd just ran a marathon. All the while, he kept a careful eye out for cops or Feds. "Brian, it's me. Get me some clean clothes and come pick me up. They're letting me sign out." Before Brian could ask why they'd already let him sign out so soon when they'd made it perfectly clear before that he needed to stay for at least 24 hours, Jack hung up. His eyes wearily scanned the hallway again for any sign of the po-po. Finding none, he shuffled the agonizingly long way back to his room to wait for his brother.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jun 12, 2013 23:35:12 GMT 2
Brian had barely gotten enough sleep to tie him over nor was he wearing clean clothes himself. Maybe it was a good idea to follow Jack's order and grab clean clothes. Not for his brother but for himself. Groaning audibly at his brother's 'they let me out early' he looked at his watch. How long had it been 12 hours? No chance in hell they were letting Jack out. Brian knew very well that if wasn't going to pick the stubborn kid up Jack would just call himself a cab, which was even riskier. "Damnit, Jack." He cursed to himself balling a fist because his brother had already hung up.
Yet he turned Cole's BMW around just to drive back to a shop he had just passed.
With new jeans and T-shirt on his body as well as a second set in a bag Brian pulled up at the hospital. No cop car in sight when he let his eyes scan the parking lot. So he got out, grabbed the bag and made his way into the large grey building.
"Cab's here." He told Jack, who looked like somebody had chewed him up and then spit him out but was at least sitting on his bed. "Got these for you." He tossed him the bag and cast a glance back at the hallway.
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Post by Alana Kai Mahealani on Jun 13, 2013 6:52:34 GMT 2
This is bullshit. There is no other way in her possible mind that she could phrase it. People had warned her about the LA police department being a little iffy, but this took the cake. Having to make hospital calls was the last thing that she ever thought she would have to do, as a cop with her badge. After all, didn't that endanger her life just a little for the undercover work? Alana Mahealani liked to think so, but apparently nobody cared about that right now. They were far more interested in this guy that was in the hospital room: Jack O'Conner or whatever. Or maybe it was Brain. The young woman couldn't help but to think that she may have to study those files a little bit more tonight, you know, as long as she didn't get shot.
It's not like she had anything identifying her as a cop though, other than her badge and the glock, her attire was nothing more her regular street clothing. Though, people might look twice because of the standard charger that she was driving at the moment. Pulling into the hospital parking lot, Alana cut the engine and pushed the door open before getting out. Green eyes scanned the area. Her gaze fell on a BMW now, and for a moment, she wasn't even sure why. The car wasn't that uncommon in the Los Angeles area, yet it stood out to her nonetheless. Time spent wasted on staring at a car though could be put to better use though, like going into the hospital or making a cupcake.
Sighing, the young woman headed through the automatic doors and straight to trauma. Being in the hospital though, it made her realized how much she hated them. They were just so generic with their white walls and blue tiles. People could go insane staring at that all day, no matter what color the nurses's scrubs might be. Not to mention, she'd seen plenty of zombie movies, this was always were the outbreak first happened. Although, it was lacking a significant amount of blood right at that moment, or hopefully so, it would stay that way. She didn't know much about these guys and Alana had failed on being prepped since everybody was busy with something else.
Hopefully though, she wouldn't have any trouble. She couldn't really though, if he went into trauma surgery, the young woman was willing to bet that molasses going up hill in winter on crutches would be faster than the guy. Reaching the front desk, for once Alana didn't bother with introductions, "Hi, I'm looking for a Jack O'Conner, it's an emergency." The woman looked at her curiously, "For what reason?" Nurses and letting the injured not talk. Pulling at the ball chain from around her neck to show her badge, clearly the secret password for everything around here, "Oh, he's just down the hall. But you might have just missed him, someone came to pick him up."
Whatever happened to the twenty four hour rule? But there was no time to argue, "Shit," she muttered, quickly leaving the desk and heading down the hall. So much for being easy. Natural instinct caused her to rest her hand on the glock at her hip as she walked. Still safely tucked away yet training taught Alana to be ready at a moment's notice. As long as the guys didn't get to their car, she'd be good because that's what they were good at...driving. Alana couldn't help but to feel a little worried about it. The Charger was built for speed and built for the job, but that didn't help if the people you were chasing knew how to loose cops, and her confidence in the city had yet to take hold since she was still new.
It suddenly occurred to her that the nurse hadn't bothered to give her a room, making her blind and no doubt at a disadvantage now. She wanted to believe that they wouldn't be expecting the police, but even Alana found that thought hard to believe. However, they'd probably be expecting a uniform, not a girl who could blend into the crowd: "Cab's here. Got these for you." The words were muffled by the surrounding chatter, but the young woman stopped dead in her tracks now, pausing in her hunt. Green eyes glanced at the open doors in front of her, but it could have easily have come behind as well. Biting her lip, she thought for a moment before side stepping, leaning her shoulder into the wall to casually stand. Yet Alana was on high alert now, watching and waiting.
occ;; wasn't really sure what you guys wanted, so hopefully this works!
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jun 14, 2013 15:50:42 GMT 2
"Cab's here.""Took you long enough..," was how Jack halfheartedly greeted his brother when he walked into the hospital room. "Got these for you."Despite the bag of clean clothes landing on the bed next to him, Jack didn't move from where he sat hunched on the bed, feeling the pain from his wounded side and the rest of his battered body creeping back upon him at an alarming rate now that he was no longer hooked to any kind of pain medication, and probably looking like the walking (or sitting, in his case) dead with the paleness in his skin tone and the bags under his eyes. ...which was just freakin' awesome, by the way... Not. Jack fought to control the shaking of his muscles in a desperate attempt not to draw too much attention to himself, knowing that if his brother saw that he still wasn't in much of a shape to be leaving the hospital's care, Brian would call that bitch of a nurse back in and have this whole early release reevaluated, 'cause he'd rather see his kid brother alive in jail than dead and six feet under ground'... the bastard.After giving himself the necessary moment or two, standing thankfully came easier than he though it would and although dizziness quickly overtook him, Jack managed to remain upright without having to hold onto anything for support. He was sweating and already hurting far worse than before by the time he got dressed, but at least he'd managed to do so by himself and without whimpering like a little girl with every ache and pain he felt; call it pride... "Alright, let's get me signed out of this hellhole. I've had enough of this hospital stink," he said, already shuffling towards the door of his room with careful steps, one hand once more held protectively against his damaged side. (OOC: I'd say your post works just fine, Alana. Just make sure she doesn't flash her badge in front of the O'Conners if she's supposed to go undercover ... if that's the idea, at least.)
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jun 14, 2013 19:57:14 GMT 2
Like hell the hospital was releasing his brother. A bind and deaf idiot could tell that he was barely able to get to his feet or get dressed by himself. Yet Brian didn't offer a helping hand but watched the whole ordeal to make up his mind whether he deemed Jack fit enough to leave or whether he thought he should stay.
Since his brother was a tough little cookie and managed to somehow wiggle his way into the loosely fit clothes Brian decided to let him call the shots. "I think you're full of crap when you're telling me they're letting you go. The nurse told me that you could get internal bleeding." He eyed him suspiciously but when Jack moved for the door he added. 'I'm not going to hold you back. It's probably better if we get out of here before the cops get their hands on you." At the door he blocked Jacks way with his arm and leaned in to make clear they were on the same book. "I'll help you as long as you promise that you tell me if you're in trouble." For a moment he waited before he let Jack pass through and grabbed one of the wheelchairs from the hallway for him. On their way they passed two women, an older one going down the hallway and a younger one standing nearby. At least no uniforms in sight yet. "Let's go for a walk. Hop in." He told his brother, then wheeled him down the hallway to the reception.
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Post by Alana Kai Mahealani on Jun 19, 2013 18:05:20 GMT 2
She could not help but to feel a little like a creeper, listening around like this but what else could she do? It's not as if the lady at the front desk had given her that great of description. 'Oh, he's down the hall', never mind giving her a room number. The law got no respect around here. Then again, she technically wasn't even suppose to be the law and yet she had driven the charger here. Not her best move, but Alana had been annoyed and clearly not thinking straight. Though, she supposed that could not be considered an excuse if she blew everything right then and there. What the young woman needed was a plan, and a good plan as well.
Well, first she just might not want to stick out. Grabbing her badge by the chain, she quickly let it fall under the fabric of her shirt, the leather back and metal cool against her skin. After that, she adjusted the glock and the hostler in a timely manner before zipping up her jacket, hiding everything from the human eye. All along, Alana kept on listening to the cry's of pain being emitted from the room. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about any trouble, if it were to arise, it would only happen on the road which lead to one final thing: the charger sitting out in the parking lot. It wasn't even a detective's car, it was marked and everything. The young woman supposed that the only thing she could do was just make sure that they didn't see her get into it. Once she was in, it wouldn't be a problem. The windows were tinted enough to take away any threat of being marked. Not to mention, they would probably be looking for uniforms, that which she certainly was not.
So, it was sort of a plan, not really. God, how one earth did she pass academy thinking like this? The world will forever remain a mystery in that way. And then, green eyes caught sight of a guy in the doorway of a room, and automatically, Alana recognized him from the file and seconds later, another man appeared. The O'Conners. Well, now what though? She watched them for a moment before taking interest in her phone as they passed her. The moment they had though, the young woman glanced back up and back down the hallway in which she had came. They were heading towards reception. With that, Alana decided to head back that way as well and as she approached closer, Alana found herself a little relieved that the nurse that she had spoken too earlier at reception was now gone.
Now that only left her with one problem, did she play the cop and just attempt to follow them in the cruiser? Or did she play the girl in distress? Alana breezed on past reception though now and headed outside, scanning the area for a moment before pulling out her cellphone again as she called her office phone. Standing on the sidewalk, the waited for the answering machine to pull up and then she just started talking, high pitched and stressed, "Hey, I'm ready to be--what do you mean you can't pick me up? You said that you would! And I can't take the buses, they're horrible. They're nothing like the ones in Hawaii. We have the best transport system and it's not like I really know my way around here yet..." Good thing she knew how to ramble, because this was probably going to be the longest phone message she ever left for herself.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jun 20, 2013 22:34:53 GMT 2
"I think you're full of crap when you're telling me they're letting you go. The nurse told me that you could get internal bleeding."
Jack didn't say anything, only lifted a handful of paperwork as proof that he was, indeed, being released. Granted, his doctor as well as his nurse had advised against his leaving this soon, but last time he checked, this was a hospital and not a prison; they couldn't keep him here against his will.
"I'm not going to hold you back. It's probably better if we get out of here before the cops get their hands on you."
Damn fucking straight.
Despite Brian's words though, his brother's arm still blocked his path at the doorway, preventing him from leaving.
...and cue big brother mode!
"I'll help you as long as you promise that you tell me if you're in trouble."
A shrug and a noncommittal noise was Jack's only answer. Thankfully, it was enough for Brian to remove his arm. Less thankfully, his brother was grabbing him a fucking wheelchair now (which, admittedly, he actually could use; he could still barely stand on his feet without feeling he'd had too much to drink. Brian, however, didn't need to know that, right?)
"Let's go for a walk. Hop in."
For a moment, Jack glared at his brother before he rolled his eyes and moved to sit in the wheelchair with no complaint, no remark at all. It was uncharacteristic for him; a testament to how poorly he was feeling that he was willing to set aside his pride so easily... at least for now.
After handing in the paperwork at the nurse's station, they got to the elevators without incident or interruption, and once they were inside and the doors were closed and the elevator was falling, Jack pushed himself out of the chair.
"Don't start," he grumbled before Brian could protest. "I can walk the rest of the way. I'm not fucking 90 years old."
It didn't take long after that for the elevator doors to ding open, and Jack shuffled out and toward the exit of the hospital, refusing any offered help from Brian. He could do this, damn it.
(OOC: excuse the grumpy/dialogue lacking post... I'll leave it up to Brian to notice Alana since Jack clearly isn't in the mood lol.)
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