Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

M'lady, please! Let the medical team work! said dear Constabil as he approached and helped the Queen get to her feet while he could understand that she was distraught over seeing her husband shot like that, the fact was there could be more shooters on the rooftop. A squad had already been dispatched, and local sentries had been alerted with a brief description and last seen direction the sniper was headed. It would be up to them to bring the shooter in for questioning, but right now they had to attend to the King. The medical team arrived on site, each member dressed in fine white robes and carting what appeared to be some kind of gurney in tow. They quickly assessed their Lord's condition and determined that he could still be saved. Without hesitation, the remaining guards formed a protective circle around their rulers - the positioning allowing the Queen to rejoin her husband's side - as the medics hoisted Anselm's unmoving form onto the cart and attaching various instruments to monitor his status. Before long the doors were re-opened and the rescue party raced inside to operate on their King Sevin then called the main security branch and ordered a full lockdown of the complex. Along the way, all that could be heard were voices shouting Vitals being called out, directions to the private operating room, and orders from the guard detail to secure the hallway. The doors to the operating room burst open, the haggled bunch quickly getting to work as soon as the surgeon was fully prepped. Thankfully, one benefit of being the ruler was that one had access to quite the array of medical technology. Thankfully - as long as the bullet didn't penetrate the King's heart - they wouldn't need to use a lot of it. This way, my Queen. Let's give the doctors some space. said Sevin as he escorted the fair lady from the operating room, the medical team working to delicately and quickly divest their King of his fine robes. One doctor held what appeared to be an electronic touchpad over Anselm's sternum multiple rays of red light sweeped over his chest, and that would be all she saw before doors slid shut behind her. A few hours later Sevin - now joined by Constabil - stood side by side as the protection detail for the Queen. While normally both were iron-faced in situations like this, their expressions reflected obvious concern and hints of anger. What had the King ever done to deserve being shot? In cold blood and from a distance, no less. It was maddening, but right now all they could do was sit and wait for news of their leader's condition. The doors opened once more and outstepped a man dressed in Old World scrubs, his mouth hidden by a blue medical mask and hands adorned in ivory-colored gloves. Your Grace he said, giving the Queen a respectful bow. What news have you on the King, doctor? asked Sevin, his piercing green hues staring at the medic as if demanding answers. Well, luckily, the bullet didn't penetrate his heart. Close, but no cigar, as they say. Giving a sigh, he then added after a moment's pause But it did nick his left bronchial tract. Not by much, but enough to warrant surgery. He's undergoing the operation as we speak. Constabil then asked as well, Will he pull through? The doctor shrugged, As with anything, there might be complications. Especially with such a delicate procedure. But I know Anselm...He's a fighter. I have no doubt he'll live through this.