Broken
Sept 13, 2014 12:11:51 GMT -6
Post by Aly on Sept 13, 2014 12:11:51 GMT -6
It had taken her a while to get Penumbra back to the tower, worried that he was losing too much blood. Eventually, though, she had made it back into the garage and up to the infirmary. No one was around, which was odd. The one time she actually needed help, no one was there. The guy was surprisingly light, though, probably due to not eating. Depression did stuff like that. But it was a good thing that he was passed out. And another good thing that he hadn't vomited on her.
Now, they were in the infirmary. The doors were locked, so she had removed her mask and jacket. He was hooked up to an IV, and there were bandages covering what seemed to be half of his body. The bullet wounds were not hard to fix after she had cut away most of his clothing. Working under Batman, she had picked up a lot of emergency medical training. Thank god for that, because she wanted to fix him up herself. It wasn't like she could have driven him to the hospital like this. Too many questions. A brief thought of last time they were here together flitted through her mind as she checked his morphine. At least she wasn't the one who put him here this time. On the other hand, he actually did this himself, going in so careless. Of course, she couldn't really blame him. He had loved Anne, she knew that. She just had to put her feelings about that behind as she worked to make sure he wasn't going to die.
The lights were low, save for the blinding few above Alphy's sleeping body. Babs couldn't stay still for long, so she tried to busy herself checking his vitals, or cleaning the medical tools she had used. She had to keep her hands busy, or her mind would wander. It was kind of trance-like, but that was what she needed. The reality of the situation hadn't really set in. If she hadn't been there at that time... she wouldn't just be patching him up. Barbara took a deep, shaky breath as she got back to work, trying to push any thoughts from her brain.
Now, they were in the infirmary. The doors were locked, so she had removed her mask and jacket. He was hooked up to an IV, and there were bandages covering what seemed to be half of his body. The bullet wounds were not hard to fix after she had cut away most of his clothing. Working under Batman, she had picked up a lot of emergency medical training. Thank god for that, because she wanted to fix him up herself. It wasn't like she could have driven him to the hospital like this. Too many questions. A brief thought of last time they were here together flitted through her mind as she checked his morphine. At least she wasn't the one who put him here this time. On the other hand, he actually did this himself, going in so careless. Of course, she couldn't really blame him. He had loved Anne, she knew that. She just had to put her feelings about that behind as she worked to make sure he wasn't going to die.
The lights were low, save for the blinding few above Alphy's sleeping body. Babs couldn't stay still for long, so she tried to busy herself checking his vitals, or cleaning the medical tools she had used. She had to keep her hands busy, or her mind would wander. It was kind of trance-like, but that was what she needed. The reality of the situation hadn't really set in. If she hadn't been there at that time... she wouldn't just be patching him up. Barbara took a deep, shaky breath as she got back to work, trying to push any thoughts from her brain.