[ it's been a while. there are a number of reasons why John calls now, and why he hasn't called earlier, but all of them boil down to J.WATSON flashing up as a network contact, calling. ]
[ once upon a time he might've sent this as a text, but enough days have passed that the world's turned frantic and from what he remembers Prior always has had a preference to talk. urgency made the call, and the call gives chance to listen in on quiet.
good. hopefully that means he's not outside. words fall out of John fast, like he's only got minutes to talk. he hasn't, but everything's happening faster for him now. ]
Hi. Works been closed - unofficially, so far, but we've had a couple of incidents and the doors aren't opening to anyone except staff and regulars. You've probably gathered that everything's cancelled, but—
[ but here's John on the phone anyway. the streets are violent now, and not all the people who need them have ways of staying safe. the pause in his sentence hangs. ]
Jesus Chri— [ for a military doctor, he doesn't currently sound the best at keeping his cool. the phone is held away from his face for a second or two, enough time to regain composure, then: ] Where are you?
[ again, this time less instruction than command. ]
Prior. I don't have time for you to be obstinate about this. The city's in crisis, the Sanctuary's shut, and there aren't enough medics to go around.
[ meaning that John needs to deal with each emergency quickly and efficiently. (meaning that when his friends are bleeding, they need to fucking tell him where they are.) he sounds half calm, like some thin sheen of control has just barely slipped down between Jesus Christ and now.
in the background, sounds of him muttering something to someone closeby, of metal and fabric and plastic as he puts together a pack. ]
[ it's true, Prior's right, and it falls on deaf ears. John will do more dangerous things than brave the riots in the next few days - the confusion just serves to set him on edge. the gas in the air in the middle of it all just serves to send him flying after anything or anyone that might need him.
part distant, part soft. the softness only comes to temper the fact that he's only half listening - keeps him listening, too, to make sure he doesn't turn sharp. ]
very quickly, he's actually listening again. the sounds of motion still after one quiet thmph that suggests whatever he was holding has been set carefully down. ]
... Not immediately, no. But it's very rare that fluids external to the body cause infection.
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If there were no obvious open cuts on them, you don't need to worry.
[ it's said calmly - John doesn't sound worried. then again, that's easy enough for him to do. stopping for a second has also provided him the time to slow down a bit. ]
Have you got clean dressing for whatever the injury is? If not, we'll need to get you some somehow. It's all very well stopping the bleeding, I'm not leaving you out there with a towel for a bandage.
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The phone answers onto silence, breathing-] Hello?
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good. hopefully that means he's not outside. words fall out of John fast, like he's only got minutes to talk. he hasn't, but everything's happening faster for him now. ]
Hi. Works been closed - unofficially, so far, but we've had a couple of incidents and the doors aren't opening to anyone except staff and regulars. You've probably gathered that everything's cancelled, but—
[ but here's John on the phone anyway. the streets are violent now, and not all the people who need them have ways of staying safe. the pause in his sentence hangs. ]
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[Followed by a laugh, slightly too high and quick to be anything but affected. He's speaking quietly.]
I know we're closed. I slept there last night but this evening - barred, staff or not. Where are you?
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[ slept there last night. where are you? the cautious volume of his voice. ]
What about you.
[ it's more of an instruction than a question ]
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[A pause.]
Well I'm in a wine bar. I told you I was out to have a good time.
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Not sure it's really the time to be out anywhere to have a good time, Prior.
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Oh you know me, I follow the crowds. And the streets have been crowded tonight.
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Are you alright?
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[ again, this time less instruction than command. ]
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[And that's not supposed to be how one responds to commands, but Prior's never been terribly good with them.
Also he actually is at a wine bar, a closed, looted one - double bluff.]
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[ meaning that John needs to deal with each emergency quickly and efficiently. (meaning that when his friends are bleeding, they need to fucking tell him where they are.) he sounds half calm, like some thin sheen of control has just barely slipped down between Jesus Christ and now.
in the background, sounds of him muttering something to someone closeby, of metal and fabric and plastic as he puts together a pack. ]
What happened? What's the injury?
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[And really, he's not needed. Not by this point anyway, certainly not with a pack.]
I got caught by some flying masonry - may I ask a question?
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part distant, part soft. the softness only comes to temper the fact that he's only half listening - keeps him listening, too, to make sure he doesn't turn sharp. ]
Yes. What?
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[He's been bleeding, John, all over everything, all over someone. That, not a gash to his jaw, concerns him.]
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very quickly, he's actually listening again. the sounds of motion still after one quiet thmph that suggests whatever he was holding has been set carefully down. ]
... Not immediately, no. But it's very rare that fluids external to the body cause infection.
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[It's the small, noncommittal noise he makes when a more dramatic word is required but none seem quite adequate.]
Well I lost a few fluids and someone else dipped his fingers in them. I'm sure it's fine.
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[ it's said calmly - John doesn't sound worried. then again, that's easy enough for him to do. stopping for a second has also provided him the time to slow down a bit. ]
Have you got clean dressing for whatever the injury is? If not, we'll need to get you some somehow. It's all very well stopping the bleeding, I'm not leaving you out there with a towel for a bandage.