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You're a drug dealer?!

Characters: Fletch (

holbydelboy), Jackie Ma (

jinzhong), and Milyn (

cherrywood)
Date: 15th March, following this thread
Location: Apothecary
Situation: Fletch found out Milyn made dangerous hallucinogens and wants answers. Knock, knock. It's Jackie, and he brings *~*~feelings~*~*
Warnings/Rating: Angry British guys, angry triad guys, and possibly more.

So. Dust and Lucid, two of the biggest drugs on Tu Vishan, and they were made by someone Adrian Fletcher liked. He doesn't like the thought of that... So he's going to get confirmation.

It's early morning when he walks up to the clinic in the water sector, finding it open, as usual. Kind of odd for someone who's just been outed as the primary reason many people got drugged and won over to some cosmic evil's side. But, then again, Milyn wasn't exactly normal. Even by kedan standards.

So, he's going to push his way into the room. "Milyn?" He calls out, finding the front of the shop empty. "It's Fletch."

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But Milyn doesn't look like she has any intention of leaving Jackie behind, any more than he and Fletch had a mind to leave her behind with Meisheng. She pulls away from Fletch's grip on her shoulder, trying to grab at Jackie's arm.

"Meisheng, enough, you have your child to think about! And they haven't done anything, they were only here to talk to me."

The empty sleeve worked; Snakes weren't trained to think outside the box, and Meisheng reacted as though the sleeve had an arm in it. She dodged, fell back, and grunted as Jackie's knife nicked her side, drawing blood that stained her shirt.

If she heard what Milyn said, it didn't show. Instead, Meisheng went for Jackie again, leaning slightly sideways to compensate for the pain. A feint, a jab, a slash - none of them lethal, all intended to distract and strengthen the chance the next attempt would break skin. Even if none did, however, the moment she was finished Meisheng spun away and stabbed at Fletch instead, purposefully going wide so when he tried to defend - and assuming he didn't know how to block a knife properly - she could move in past his guard and knock him backwards across the table.

Jackie grunted, jumping back - not quickly enough. Meisheng's knife nicked him twice, slashing him; he tried to block some of her slashes and lash out with some of his own. Especially when he noticed her focus had changed.

"Leave him alone!"

He'd taken the Conflict Resolution training. All NHS staff had to. That had a rudimentary self-defence component. That, and working in the ED for about two years, then AAU, meant he was pretty used to defending himself...

...From the drunk, sick and infirm. Granted, they could still throw a decent punch, and Fletch would sometimes go home with bruises, but... nothing really like this. He dodges naturally; by jumping back, and leaving him wide open.

Meisheng's strike hits. He goes over the table, and cracks his head on the wall. He's out before he even hits the ground.

This is quickly getting out of control, and Milyn's beginning to doubt the outcome of this clash more and more. A quick kneel to Fletch's side to check him -- pulse strong, breathing unimpeded, a gouge on the head that will require attention later -- and the blood appearing on Jackie from Meisheng's slashes galvanizes her.

"Stop this instant, I'm telling you! You're ruining everything!"

An expression of anger that seems ill-suited on the Healer's face and she slips beneath Jackie's arm, attempting to grapple with Meisheng herself, though it's easy to see that the taller kedan woman is far her physical superior, and Milyn doesn't appear to have much beyond rudimentary skills at defending herself.

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It isn't what Meisheng expected, she'll grant Milyn that. And her surprise would have been enough to enable a decent shot, if her attacker was anyone else.

It isn't. It's Milyn. Meisheng barely stumbles back, takes only a second to recover her balance, and -

There's a thing about grappling. It's a bad idea when the person you're grappling with has a knife and you don't, especially when they know how to use it and you don't know how to defend against it. From almost any position, the knife can, without being seen, slide into your ribcage and take all of your strength from you in one fell swoop.

For a moment, Milyn keeps struggling, almost as if she isn't aware she's been stabbed. But the struggles become flounders, then stop altogether, and with a look of surprise on her face Milyn stumbles backwards. Meisheng lets that momentum pull the knife free from Milyn's chest and takes two steps backwards, one eye on Jackie, fully expecting recompense.

"No!" But he was too slow to stop Milyn, too slow--!

Meisheng, you asshole. If you'd left the knife in...!

Jackie's priorities were clear - he dropped his own knife, catching Milyn as she stumbled backwards, reaching for his radio with one hand and pressing the other to her wound.

"Milyn's been stabbed! Healers to the clinic!"

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Milyn barely registered Jackie catching her, one hand reaching down to touch the deep wound in her chest as if perplexed how it could have gotten there, before her legs lose strength and she buckles into his hold.

Belatedly she thinks, but I'm a Healer, I'm already here? at Jackie's radio call. Blood darkening her lips, she nevertheless smiles and reaches up to pat his cheek, as he fails to find a heartbeat beneath his touch.

"Don't worry," she says, with great effort. "It's not... as bad as it looks, see?"

No recompense. Just a call for aid to the Foreigners at large. That gives Meisheng two minutes at the most, considering how fast some of them can be. More than enough time to disappear.

But then Milyn speaks, and Meisheng can't help a glance back over her shoulder, surprised. That should have been fatal. It would have been fatal. How did Milyn - ?

Oh.

She could turn back and finish the job, unmindful of who catches her afterward. Yunxu would expect her to. She almost does. But after a moment's indecision, her black eyes on Jackie trying desperately to stop the bleeding, Meisheng turns and vanishes into the darkness of the clinic.

Let the Foreigners handle it. They're always the ones who decide the fate of the city, after all.

Mere seconds after Meisheng disappeared, Fletch groans, being brought back into consciousness too quickly, the pounding in his head making it hard to open his eyes... He almost didn't, almost let the blackness and pain in his chest and head take him back over...

...But something stops him. A smell in the air. Blood. There has to be a lot of it in order to smell it.

Cracking his eyes open, wincing at the light, Nurse Adrian Fletcher pushes himself up. He reaches up, brushing a hand against his wound, it coming back red. Was that the source? Couldn't be... His eyes then lock on the scene Meisheng left.

"Milyn..." He mumbles, eyes going wide, before his body kicks in almost automatically. He's shrugging off the jacket he's wearing, thrusting it at Jackie, letting the adrenaline take over.

"Use that, over the wound, as hard as you can, don't let up." He orders, before shifting over, crouching by Milyn's left side.

"Milyn! Can you hear me? You still with us?" Fletch calls out, voice clear, making sure it goes in both ears.

Jackie glanced down at Milyn, laughing a little due to the stress of the situation, terrified she'll die at any minute, before he looked back up at Meisheng, almost daring her to do something, to kill him, too.

But she left instead, like he wasn't even worth her time to bother with.

"Just hold on," he said to Milyn, and took the jacket from Fletch numbly, pressing it to the wound. Easier to just do as he was told now; processing could come later.

"I'm... stabbed, dear, not... deaf," the Healer replied, attempting a wavery smile. She was still losing blood, though with Jackie's help and Fletch's jacket, the flow of it was being mostly contained... yet they might notice, Fletch in particular, that the precious life fluid was coming out too even a stream for a wound that close to the heart-- or in it.

And no heartbeat beneath the jacket's compress.

Milyn reached for Fletch's hand, though it took her two tries to catch it as her vision was blurring, and settled it just above her hip. There, beneath his touch, the steady beat of an uninjured heart: laboured, but living.

"Not as... bad as it looks," she repeated unsteadily, and promptly passed out.

And his eyes widen as he feels that pulse, flattening his palm against it.

"You clever..." He mumbles under his breath, corners of his mouth lifting in an uneasy smile, but also a bit in relief. He looks to Jackie as Milyn passes out, letting out an exasperated laugh.

"She moved her heart." He mutters. "She moved her sodding heart!"

Jackie's eyes widened in turn. "You're kidding." The talents of the kedan as shapeshifters were normal to him now, but something like that was unusual even for the protean race.

He was still keeping pressure on the wound. "Okay, so it's not as bad as it looks, but it's still pretty bad!"

"No, but, this..." He motions to the chest wound. "This, I can fix." His smile widens all the more. "Keep pressure on it, I need to grab something."

He gets to his feet... then staggers slightly, having to catch himself on the counter. Oh, yeah. Head injury. He blinks a few times to clear the stars from his eyes, before making his way to the medical supplies.

Jackie nodded, putting his weight on the wound. He didn't want to be the reason Milyn bled out now. Not after all that.

Though it wasn't like he didn't see that stumble. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." Fletch replies, rummaging through shelves, mumbling kedanese under his breath. "Got it."

He grabs a box from the shelf, moving back over to Milyn. "Right... I'm going to stop the bleed... This stuff... I dunno, it's got some sort of coagulant in it." He kneels back down. "When I say the word, I want you to move my jacket. When I get this stuff on, I need her lifted up so I can bandage it in place."

Jackie nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. "Got it. You're the boss."

"Right. On three." Fletch mumbles, getting the slightly-brown coloured fabric ready. "One, two, three." And he pushes the fabric onto the wound, applying pressure.

"Lift her, please."

Jackie lifts Milyn when he's told, though the motion makes his own cuts hurt. He'd quite forgotten about them with the adrenaline, but they're not as serious.

Luckily, Milyn's five foot nothing so she's easy enough to lift.

Dove had taken off the moment Jackie's broadcast had gone live and would arrive in no time, dropping to her knee under an almost too quick landing and dashing for the door. After a few seconds of searching, she'd find them, her eyes wide and alert. "Where--"

Zatanna arrived not too long after, breathing slightly labored from the sheer burst of power she'd put into flying.

From the moment her feet touched ground and she pushed some of the hair from her face, it took her less than half a minute to join Dove. She glanced around the scene before her with a deep frown.

"...okay, who was the idiot and how bad is it, really?"

And Tony and Raine arrive to join the fray. Tony retracts the faceplate of his armor as they dash inside, and takes in the chaotic scene at a glance.

Well, they're certainly not lacking for aid. Raine's the only one here whose medical prowess Tony is certain of, but nevertheless, things seem to be in hand. Milyn isn't moving, but since she's still being tended to, Tony has to assume she's not dead yet. The perpetrator, whoever it was, is long gone.

Tony's not going to be much good in here - he can't do anything but add to the confusion.

"I'm going outside to keep watch. Let me know when... you know." When they know if Milyn's going to make it or not.

Only moments after arriving, he makes his exit. When he's needed, he'll be within shouting distance.

When Tony sets Raine down she barely misses a step, zeroes in on Milyn and the people around her. The fact that Fletch is here is good, and she doesn't miss that they're already taking the steps they need to stabilize her.

And best of all, Raine doesn't have to handle everything herself. "Dove," she says, "Zatanna, if you can keep Milyn steady-- Help Fletch. I need a few seconds." She's not particular about who does it or how. If she was on her own she'd start low-level, but with other healers as backup and the urgency about Fletch and Jackie indicating that Milyn is still alive, Raine can go straight for the high-level artes.

She kneels by Milyn, staff on the floor, and starts to cast. White light in angular shapes spins a circle beneath everyone in the immediate vicinity, and Raine concentrates.

When Dove and Zatanna show up, Fletch shifts a bit, maybe more protectively, over Milyn's prone body as he secures the wrappings in place. The material seems to be doing a very good job at keeping the blood in.

He's about to reply, reaching up to open Milyn's eyes to check the healer's pupils with a small penlight, when Raine gets here. And now he's deferring to Raine, but still performing his basic checks.

"GCS 3, Pulse 53, tachycardic." He mumbles to no-one in particular. Force of habit, more than anything. He shifts to keep Milyn steady, watching Raine.

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cw: me, hating you guys, forever >:(

cw: stabbing injuries, blood

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