Elias meets Catt Problematic (Catt)

And with a grin filled with only the darkest of amusement,
even with the knowledge that she required treatment to her own, more minor
wounds, Lisa kicked him onto the doorstep, and walked away; all the while
whistling a jaunty tune.
Well, isn't this deja vu: Elias had turned
up on the Society's doorstep in another bad mood.
Though, it was rather evident that tonight, by his missing
coat, and by the bright red stains that seeped through his white shirt and creeped
along his side and stomach, his poor state of mind was for a drastically
different reason.
Elias could barely move, opting to let out a long groan
instead. Shifting from his current position only brought pain to his wounds,
but his side ached for medical attention, and he twisted himself to face the
door anyway. Using a violently shaky arm, he pushed down on the step to draw
himself up slightly, clutching the knob of the door as a support to pull
himself upright. His other, similarly trembly hand hovered over the door for a
moment before he brought his fist down on the door a few times; and even then
he could barely create an audible knock. They were small, tiny, weak sounds,
and very easily missed.
Catt Hatter:  *Catt
was walking about the main foyer of the Society with a blanket wrapped around
her shoulders to ward off the chill of night, and of nightmares. She had woken
up from an unsettling dream about being tied to a table. Pacing around the
darkened artifacts and looming shadows wasn't, as one can imagine, helping to
calm her. 
Maybe a breath of fresh air will help. She thought, opening the
front door.
She fairly leaped back as someone collapsed inwards, apparently having been
using the door for support. He landed on the floor and Catt silently lamented
not catching him. In the gloom of the entryway she couldn't see his injuries,
but if he had collapsed without the door she doubted he was in good shape.*
Uh, sir? *She tentatively reached towards the collapsed figure.*
Decipherer:  Said
someone had let out a small yelp as the door swung inwards, and he lets out a
long, pained string of profanities in both Greek and French. His train of
thought was already muddled by blood loss, and pain was just now starting to
truly set in, but he raises his voice just loud enough for Catt to hear:
"Infirmary."
Catt Hatter:  R-right!
*She moved to help him stand.* Do you think you can walk?
Decipherer:  "No,"
he responds flatly. he leans rather heavily onto Catt as a support, a grumbled
'thanks' somewhere within the actions.
Catt Hatter:  *As
he leaned on her, she caught the unsettling aroma of iron. Her eyes went wide
when she saw the blood as they crossed a patch of light from the windows high
overhead.* What on earth!? You're bleeding! You shouldn't be walking at all!
*She exclaimed, stooping to pick him up. Catt carried him as quickly as she
could to the infirmary, partially surprised that she could even lift him.*
Decipherer:  Elias
scowls at this, huffing and pouting as she carries him. "I was doing just
fine..."
Catt Hatter:  You
collapsed without the door, don't lie about the severity of your physical
condition! *Despite her scolding, Catt's voice held a panicked tone to it.*
Decipherer:  He
huffs and grumbles something unclear in response, but makes no real denial of
the statement.
Catt Hatter:  *Reaching
the infirmary, Catt set the man down on one of the available beds.* Where, are
you hurt? *She asked breathlessly. Maybe she should call Dr. Hen?*
Decipherer:  He
taps his side and stomach, and it's followed by a grunt of extreme regret that
he'd moved at all.
Catt Hatter:  T-try
not to move around! *She quickly grabbed some clean cloths and made to press
them against the wound. Where was the-? There! She stretched to reach it, but
the signal had been sent to Dr. Jekyll II ( Mother Hen ) 's
pager.* 
H-hey, hang in there alright? I've called Hen, so he should be here soon. I'm
Catt, hi. Pleased to stem your bleeding tonight. *She would have offered him a
handshake, but both her hands were busy pressing the cloth against his side. So
a hurried joke would have to do.*
Decipherer:  "Elias,"
he mumbles. His attention was drifting in and out, his muscles growing sore,
and it was beginning to show in his expression. Even that arrogant inflection
in his voice was long gone.
Catt Hatter:  Nice
to meet you. *As she pressed against the wound on his side, she noticed more
blood coming from his stomach. Making a noise like a startled bat, she darted
across the room to grab more cloths.*
What the hey happened to you? *She questioned, hurriedly tucking the fresh
cloths under Elias' shirt before resuming the pressure. Leaning on the wounds
as much as she could, Catt silently prayed Hen would get there soon.* On second
thought, maybe you shouldn't talk. Sorry, I'm new at this!
Decipherer:  That's
okay, he wasn't going to answer that anyway. He waves his hand dismissively, a
small sort of reassurance that she was doing fine. Then again, his standards
for fine were "keeping him alive", so.
Catt Hatter:  J-just
stay concious until Hen gets here okay? You're supposed to stay awake I think,
but try to stay calm too? Aahh. *She sighed roughly. Knowing so little about
first aid was frustrating. She made a note to herself to read up on it and
maybe get some lessons from Hen.* Don't die, okay?
Decipherer:  "I'll
try."
Catt Hatter:  Thank
you. *They waited in silence until Dr. Jekyll II ( Mother Hen )arrived.*
Dr. Jekyll II ( Mother Hen ):  (
Minutes pass, feeling rather more like days before the Doctor comes trotting
in. ) I got your message and I came as soon as I could! ( He rushes over to
Elias and peels what parts of fabric he can. ) Let's see how bad these wounds
are. )
Decipherer:  Elias
has a strange, almost defeated expression on his face as Hen peels away parts
of his shirt.
There are two rather painful looking marks that run along his stomach, almost
parallel to each other but not terribly deep. The wound on his side seems to
require more attention, and for good reason - it is incredibly wide and deep,
with more flesh torn there than the other two combined. It's a miracle Elias
hasn't passed out yet.
Catt Hatter:  Oh
thank goodness! *Catt exclaimed, hurrying to get out of the doctor's way.* I-I
did what little I knew how to, pressure on the wound and that.
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Category:Side Story
Category:Alternate Time Lines
Category:New and Old Faces