mugged (closed)

[Jasik]

Halt Dravix

It's the middle of the night. My insomnia drives me to take a walk. Zig, my faithful German Shepherd, happily goes with me. I'm sticking to back alleys because despite my popularity and social abilities, sometimes I just like to be alone. As we walk, Zig keeps stopping and staring into the shadows of the alleys, growling. I murmur comforting words every time and soon we keep going. I'm worried now. There must be something that's upsetting Zig. I suddenly wish I brought a weapon. Suddenly, from behind dumpsters and boxes and whatever else might be in an alley, a group of people in dark clothing and wearing ski masks jump out at me, knocking me to the ground. I hear Zig barking and snarling as he fights my attackers, but suddenly he yelps and is knocked away by someone's boot. They continue to kick him until he's left on the ground whimpering. I struggle and call for help, scream in fear for Zig, but I'm silenced by a punch in the side of my face. The men search me and look for anything of value. When they don't find anything, they beat me with metal batons. Zig is slowly trying to pull himself over to snap at the muggers, but they don't notice him. When I'm thoroughly beaten up, they give me one final kick in my side before they leave. I feel something crack when the boot hits my side, and I cry out in pain. I can barely make out someone approaching me as I croak out a feeble "Help me..." before I pass into unconsciousness.

[jimmylost]

Mel

He looks just like Mark, right down to the unnatural angle his limbs lie in. even the whimpering dog reminds me of Marks supply bag, the one I use now, laying next to his body. I want to stay were I am sitting perched between a balcony and a supporting arch of the building but something urges me to the boys side. Maybe it was because I never got a chance to look at Marks body close up before they took it away. As I swing down and make way closer however I realize that his chest is still moving, he's breathing.
"You're alive" I say simply.
"Help me..." he says.
Yes he's alive. I move closer to him but the dog stands in my way growling menacingly.
"I'm trying to help him" I say to the animal, but clearly it doesn't understand and sees me as just another threat to the boy.
I speak to him instead hoping he is still conscious enough to understand.
"You have to call off your dog so I can help you"

[Jasik]

As I drift in and out of consciousness, I can see Zig growl at a person. I can just barely hear them say, "You have to call off your dog so I can help you." Groaning, I rasp out, "Zig... stop, now..." I struggle to lift my arm to stroke him, but it just falls limply back down to the ground. Zig does stop growling though, and lies down at my side, keeping a watchful eye on me. I moan as I drift back into unconsciousness.

[jimmylost]

I let out a sigh as the dog lays down next to the boy and stops growling. I have no idea about medicine or first aid but I do know the way to the hospital like the back of my hand. I lift the boy up so I'm supporting him on my shoulder. This would be easier with another person, or if the boy was just able to stay conscious. Then again I didn't know what pain he might be going through or what damage I might be causing, so it was probably better for him to stay unconscious. I make sure my grip is solid then begin my slow progress to the hospital.

[Jasik]

My vision is fuzzy and my head is foggy. I'm hurting all over and I'm only vaguely aware that I'm being carried. I can't stay conscious for more than a few seconds at a time, but I can make out Zig limping behind me. Where am I going? Who's carrying me? Thinking about it makes my head hurt, and I slowly drift back into unconsciousness.

[jimmylost]

OOC: any idea what kind of injuries you have? like will you be getting a cast or something?
I'm straining under the weight of the him but the hospital is in my sight. I half carry half pull the boy to the gray square building, I'm straining under the weight of the him, his dog nudges his feet forward urging the both of us forward.
"Almost there" I gasp.

[Jasik]

(Sorry for the late response. He has bruises all over, a broken rib, his left arm is broken, and a sprained ankle. Zig has multiple bruises and and a broken femur, but for the most part he just needs a little medical attention.)

[jason dravek]

i wanted to help but was off far off just making it out

[jimmylost]

I pulled the boy through the door of the hospital.
"Hello? Anyone there this boy needs help!"
A nurse came rushing in me, I recognized her from the last time I had been in this building. That had not been a good day. The nurse took in the situation carefully only letting the faintest recognition pass over her eyes as she looked at me. She then helped me carry the boy through the entrance into a room filled with chairs and beds. The room was filled with people, most were injured in some way and all of them were arguing with men in white coats.
"Here" said the nurse when they reached an empty bed.
One of the men approached immediately looking over the boy and every once in a while announcing an injury followed by a number.
"Bruises, no attention needed. Broken rib one hundred and fifty. Broken left arm one hundred. Sprained ankle fifty"
It dawned on me that he was calculating how much the boys treatment would cost.
"You're going to make him pay! he's just a kid."
The man stared at him coolly.
"Then the parents will pay" he says to Me "Assuming he has any, you better get them here because we require payment before we treat him"
I was disgusted
"I don't know who his parents are, I don't even know who he is" I said.
The man didn't respond just began to walk away.
"Wait I'll pay" I said to his back.
He turned around
"Very well then" he says and held out his hand.
I unzipped the main compartment to my bag, then the inner pocket where I kept my money. I had been saving since my brothers died so that by the time she had made it through my final reaping I could buy my own little apartment. Three hundred was half my savings but I pulled it out without hesitation, I could always buy my apartment later.
The man took the bills from my hand and counted them out.
"You're fifty short" he said.
"No that's three hundred" I replied
"With a base charge of fifty" he said extending his hand again
I scowled as I handed him the bills.
He counted them out added them to the wad in his hand.
"The doctor will see him in ten minuets to an hour" he said with a smirk.
"What?" I yelled to his retreating form "but he's hurt right now!"

[Jasik]

My vision is blurry as I drift back into consciousness. I hear arguing and yelling. I can also vaguely hear howling and whining. Zig. Zig! They locked him outside! My eyes fly open and I try to lift my head, but fail. I moan in pain and look up at the person above me. I croak out, "Zig. I need Zig. Please, get my dog." My eyes are pleading as unconsciousness takes over me again.

[jimmylost]

"Zig?" I say confused then it clicks "oh your dog"
I run over to the entrance to the room and there's the dog. I open the door and he runs straight to the boy laying in the bed and starts licking his hand. I sigh at lest he'll have some comfort seeing as he'll be waiting here for a while. I walk back to the boy and his dog I see some of the others were giving the animal dirty looks but none of them say a word.

[Jasik]

I vaguely register Zig licking my hand. With effort, I softly stroke his head. I look up at the stranger who brought me here. "Who are you? Where am I?"

[jimmylost]

"Hey there I'm Mel" I say to the boy softly " You're in the hospital"

[Jasik]

I look around groggily. I can see some other beds, people milling about. I look back to Mel and say, "I'm Halt Dravix." I don't remember much besides being mugged and beaten. I don't know why I was out. I remember my insomnia. That must be why I went for a walk. Thinking hurts too much, so I lie back on the bed, then drift into unconsciousness.

[jimmylost]

The boy tells me he's name, Halt Dravix, and before I can say anything else falls back into unconsciousness. It's probably for the best he has a long wait before he can be treated. I find an empty chair and pull it next to his bed. I lean back and absent mindedly scratch the dogs ears as I wait.