You follow the folks who are carrying the stretcher with Reese's unconscious body on it. Three men and an older woman are moving quick but careful down the shaft. Sasha's run ahead to the clinic after telling them to bring him to Fleece. As you come closer behind them, you catch sight of Reese. He's sunburned and covered in dust and dried sweat. Caked with mud and dried blood. You see the drip-drip trail of blood that the stretcher has left on the rocky ground.
The clinic is located in a single-wide trailer that was dragged down the mine shaft a number of years ago. Fleece has set up here. She runs a clinic for all of The Irons, healing the sick, sometimes even working on preventative care. Of course, she sells "pain killers", and cooks up other stuff when she has the time or is low on jingle.
Sasha has already run up the three steps to the small porch, which serves as Fleece's "waiting room". She's pretty persnickety about cleanliness, tries to keep a sterile environment in her trailer. As the stretcher is brought up the steps, Sasha holds open the door for them, gesturing to bring Reese inside.
What do you do?
"Put him on the table." you hear Fleece's strident tone from another room. "Don't drop him. I'll be right there." Sasha moves over as they lower the stretcher to the floor and pick up Reese. The movement wakes him, and you see his broken leg flop like an octopus arm as he groans weakly and sucks in a breath.
What do you do?
I place my hand on top of hers, the one on my arm, asking gently for her to let go. "You understand that, don't you Sasha?"
I look to Reese, I'm not sure what to say. I bite my lip. "Reese, I'm here."
Sasha's mouth turns a little, she's not disappointed that you want to stay, but she didn't seem to expect it. She nods, then lets go. When you speak to Reese, he blinks his unswollen eye and looks around the dim room, then seems to fix on you.
The eldest of the ones who carried the stretcher says, "Norvell will pay for it. Just get him back up, we need him."
I smile at Reese, moving to his bedside opposite Fleece, "Hi handsome," I say softly. I don't look away from Reese, but my tone changes, more business, "Fleece, let me know if there is anything I can do."
The others, even Sasha, leave. Sasha seems a little surprised that Fleece is letting you stay, but she doesn't comment on it. Reese is still watching you, Sierra, but doesn't speak.
"Scorch me, this is a mess. I don't have meatmesh, bonepins or injectors here. Nothing I can do for it."
The leg is twisted up like a ragdoll with white, broken chopsticks poking through. You see exposed muscle and ripped tendon. It's horrific.
I'm so nervous, I'm shaking, and I don't even realize that this is the first time I have touched a man of my own free will. "Fleece, would it bother you, if I sang?"
Reese continues looking at you, Sierra, his left eye swollen shut. His right eye clear. He swallows when you reassure him, then groans as Fleece starts to move his mangled foot.
Misty Mountain Cold is a long song. I've never sang it all the way through before, but what better a time.
I smile and start out with a hum...
[OOC: Only full length version I could find by a lady... pickings were weak]
As you start the song, Reese watches, his face softening. I think you're activating Hypnotic here. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Fleece working. She attaches the vise to Reese's leg and screws it down tight, then she takes up the hacksaw. She's going to use this distraction to do the work of sawing off his leg.
What do you do?
I'm going to stick it out, for as long as I can be useful, just so I can see with my own eyes that Reese is going to be OK. Gloriana, I will worry about later. Right now, all my concentration is on Reese.
[OOC: activating Hypnotic]
Your song covers over Reese's grunt of pain as the first teeth of the hacksaw cut into his calf.
Your words mask the sound of the saw ripping through flesh, and then bone.
By your second time through, Fleece is done, the leg is off, and she pours some kind of acid to cauterize it. Reese hisses in sudden pain and reaches up to take hold of your forearm. His grip starts hard, clutching, enough to leave bruises. But then he relaxes, when you hit the next note, he meets your eyes with his one good eye, and forces himself to calm, push past the pain. He's using a hold right now to do this, Sierra.
"Reese is tough. And that eye will heal fine. Maybe his security days are done, but he can work at Diamond. Hell.. I'd pay to scrog him." She chuckles dryly. "You alright, Sierra? You've got some really good pipes."
Reese is still sweating around the temples so I rinse a new cloth and wipe his brow, hoping the cool water will help. "Fleece, you're fracking fantastic. You got any morph on you? I'll find a way to pay for it." Reese should sleep if he can.
I ignore the compliment for now. It's not that I don't appreciate it, but it brings up complicated feelings I don't have the energy for.
She starts humming the song you just sang as she moves over to check out the rest of Reese carefully, "Rest of him looks rough, but he'll live. You sure you want to drug him? Hardly worth the price."
I walk over to the cabinet, the bright blue of the morph obvious to anyone who knows what they are looking for. I snatch it without thinking twice. "Yeah, miners might be paying you to get him on his feet, but to heal right he'll need to sleep." I know it's a luxury down here. In the DVFP people just get by with the pain, but it's something I can do and Reese deserves kindness.
"Not enough to hook him, just enough to make him comfortable." I smile down at Reese, "Now you gotta think of a new song you want me to sing." I pat his hand and look and Fleece, handing her the bottle.
She peers at you while you talk to Reese. When you ask "how much?" she answers with her own question, "Where did you up and learn what it takes a body to heal anyways, Sierra?"
Farthoom, I'm a complete floop sometimes. Rest ain't just a luxury in the DVFP, it's a luxury on this fracking planet. I'm such an idiot.
I could lie. I could, but it would feel like too much of a betrayal after all she did. I bite my lip, a nervous tell that has been rearing it's ugly head all day.
I breathe out audibly and look Fleece in the eyes. "Same place I picked up how to read and speak. I was an attendant to a lady, they caught me trying to run away. So, I ended up here."
I shrug, trying to appear casual, but I heard the hurt slip in. I don't know if Fleece knows me well enough to pick up on it. "The water-rich out there always slept when they was ill. The doctor always bade me to make sure she wasn't disturbed." I don't mention all the nights Gloriana stayed by my bedside when I was ill, making sure I slept through the night. Complicated truths aren't worth mentioning.
"I'm so sorry Fleece, I didn't mean to question you or sound ungrateful. I'm still a little green here - I wasn't thinking proper."
[Would hypnotic activate here. Sharing an intimate moment?]
If you want to activate hypnotic, you'll need to hang around a little more. Fleece isn't the "opening up" kind most of the time.
I stopper the bottle and place it back in the cabinet. I should leave, but Fleece's nails, so perfect and cared for needle me.
"What about you, Fleece? How do you know about bone pins and the like?"
Reese drinks, then eases into a deep sleep, no words spoken. He's tired and worn and weak. But he'll recover.
After Fleece finishes cleaning, then pulls off her mask. This is Fleece unmasked:
"I know about them because I'm a doctor, Sierra." Fleece replies smoothly. When she sees her curt answer won't slide past you, she continues, "On the outside, I was." She reaches back to unsnap her smock with practiced hands, then slides out of it. Underneath she's wearing a simple light pink dress. "Don't ask me how I got here, though. I'm just here." She moves over to her cabinets and pens a deep drawer, pulling out a small bottle. "Want a drink?"
Go ahead and hit hypnotic now.
"I'd appreciate that, been a derelict of a day." I'm curious now. A doctor is usually sponsored by a house. Where did she come from?
"So, why did you pick the Irons?" I smile, "Not that I'm not glad as grosh you did."
"The Irons? I could lie and tell you it's out of The Fat Man's reach, and close enough to Bordertown to get decent medical supplies. Would you like that?" She takes a sip, then laughs once, a sharp laugh, mostly at herself. "I came by on a call, then stayed because of someone is the truth of it."
Taking a sip of the amber liquid I could almost cry, it goes down so smooth. Better than the top shelf juice JD gave me this morning. It's fracking heaven. I can't help the low moan that escapes my throat.
I lick my lips, chasing the taste of the amber liquid. "I... Fleece... thank you. This is, weirdly normal." I laugh a bit, that sounded this side of simple, but maybe she gets it. "Maybe we can do this again, in fact I'd really like that, but I've got a lot of unfinished business today. I couldn't be more grateful to you - tell me how can I pay you back?"
I look at Reese, sleeping, "You'll get word to me, when he wakes up?"
I have a feeling she's more like me than Marigold, anyhow. I nod instead.
"Thanks, Doc." I say hoping my voice can carry the weight of the truth. "I'll see you soon."
I turn around, smile slowly fading and quietly make my way back to my room and new bed, hoping to grab a quick rest before sunset.