{17th Collar} I've got a long way to go....[In Person]

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom managed to get out of the wreckage with a lot of cuts and a broken arm. Still, that didn't stop him from grabbing his gun to take a look around. He's not sure if this is hostile territory or not. He takes a risk and calls out. The alien night sky didn't help his metal capacities.]

Is there anyone out there?!

[He moves toward a campsite....]

[OTA]

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[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

Hello?

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Hearing the clarity of someone else, he makes his way toward the direction the voice came from. Tom disarms the gun when he finally sees Oz. He recognized him from the murders and his eyes widened.]

Hey, sorry to barge in on you like this...I'm Tom. Tom Hanson. Man, I hate this place.

[He groaned as he put his gun away and slowly knelt down in front of Oz.]

Looks like you got pretty banged up too.

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

I'm Oz Vessalius.



Just a few scrapes, nothing can can't be sorted easily.

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[He wasn't so lucky. His arm was broken and he needed to have it set before it started to become gangrenous.]

How's your grip?

[He never thought that in a million years that he would have to ask a kid to help him with this.]

Another question I need to ask is how's your stomach? I'm going to ask you to do something that's pretty icky and I need your help.

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

I have a pretty firm grip, why?



I think my stomach's fine.

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

Good, I'll need you to set my arm. I'll walk you through it.

[He settles himself in a good, strong seated position and steels his mind for the pain he's about to go through. Without the use of locals, this was really going to hurt. It coarsely reminded him of the time he was shot, not once but twice. His first gunshot was embarrassing.]

Grab here and here.

[He indicates this by pointing to the spot just above his wrist and the other slightly below the elbow.]

I'll need you to pull and twist.

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

Right.

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom didn't want to freak the kid out by screaming out in pain but instead he gripped the closest thing to him and his face tightened in pain. He lets out his breath slowly and calms down.]

One more. You need to get it to pop. Don't be afraid, okay?

[His voice, despite the pain, was still soft and patient.]

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

Think I got it that time.

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[His head leans back and his face instantly shows the pain but he never cries out. Yep, he got it.

After a few moments, Tom calms down from the burning pain and looks at Oz with a nod.]

You got it this time.

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

That's good.



Don't you need anything else?

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

No, thanks for asking though.

[Now it was time to make the splint and sling...then he realizes that he'll need help with that too.]

Do you know how to make a splint?

[He removes his belt to make the sling.]

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

Splint?

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

Um...oh boy.

[He's not used to explaining these things so he'll do the best he can.]

Okay, just take this and break it in half.

[He hands over a small branch he found while he was looking around. He knew that he would need it so he grabbed it.]

Then you take one and put it on side of my arm with the other on the other side. The trick is...crap, I'll need something to tie both ends with. Uh...did you happen to grab any material on your way out? I have zip ties but that could be a problem later.

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

Ummmm, no I grabbed a couple food supplies and an umbrella.

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

Okay, I think I'll be okay for now until I can find something to use. Thanks for setting it though.

[At least with the sling it at least reminded him that his arm shouldn't be used.]

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.



Shouldn't we find a safer place next?

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

We should but you know, I'm used to pitching a tent or having a sleeping bag than roughing it out like this.

[He's feeling pretty stupid for not paying attention when his dad took him camping.]

[searchformysin.livejournal.com]

I don't even know what you're on about.