written in the scars (cameron)

[mikayla]

[atrb=border, 0, true] mikayla sighed as she got off the phone with her over worried father. ever since last year, her father was calling her excessively to make sure she hadn't tried to kill herself yet. but then again, her father did always love her more than he did any of her siblings. she wasn't the oldest nor was she was the youngest. she was the middle child. and while most fathers tend to spoil their youngest, it seemed that she had gotten lucky. or unlucky, depending on the situation and how you saw it. she loved her father, but sometimes it felt like he still thought of her as a thirteen year old little girl that needed protection from immature high school boys and not a twenty four year old woman. she knew he was only looking out for her, and while she appreciated it, she didn't think the five phone calls a day was necessary. yes, she was heartbroken. yes, he had picked a prettier, more perfect girl over her. and yes, sometimes the thought of her lack of existence crossed her mind, but she wasn't about to jump off a ten story building any time soon. plus, this vacation was doing her some good. she knew none of her family members approved of her just dropping everything she was doing- including med school- to travel, but she needed it. she needed to be away. miami hadn't been part of her plan to travel the world, but she figured she might as well drop by to see some of her extended family. she dropped her phone back into her jacket pocket as she made her first step to cross the street. she never saw the speeding car coming toward her, but luckily enough for her, her reflexes kicked in and she jumped back in time just as the driver of the car swerved and hit the lamp post. she fell hard against the cement, but she barely registered the pain in her twisted left ankle. a part of her knew that she had probably just sprained her ankle, but it mattered little to her.she pushed herself up from the ground and made her way towards the car, opening the driver's door. "hey, are you okay? are you hurt anywhere?" she asked, glancing at the driver and his passenger. she could tell they were both disoriented from the impact with their airbags, "my name is mikayla, i'm a nurse." she said to them as if that would help their current predicament. "i can't feel my legs" the driver mumbled to her. she glanced down at his legs and hid her cringe at the way it was crushed beneath the foot pedal, "does anywhere else hurt?" she asked, "did you hit your head?" she added just in case he had a concussion. when he told her he wasn't and didn't, she directed her attention to the girl sitting in the passenger seat. her blue eyes did a once over before making her way to other girl's seat, immediately taking off her cardigan. she took the girl's bleeding arm, examining it for a second before tearing her cardigan in half, wrapping it over the wound, tying it tightly. "i'm going to need you to keep it raised above your heart, okay?" when she was sure the girl was taken care of, she made her way back to the driver. she could hear the distant cry of an ambulance but she made no move to stop. her adrenaline rush was slowly leaving her body and the pain in her ankle was starting to make its cries heard, but she ignored it as she probed the guy's feet to determine whether or not they'd be able to save his feet. TAG: CAMERON, WEARING: OUTFIT, NOTE: MEGA SUCKAGE FTW?

[lawrence]

blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol

He had been at the base since yesterday, and he was basically running off two hours of sleep. Somewhere between the late night drunk crashes and the early morning accidents, Bael had found time to prop himself up against the wall and get a wink of sleep. It wasn't even decent sleep, not even close to the deep REM unconsciousness that people's minds slip into. No; when it came to sleeping on the job, the man's body was hyper-aware and the sound of a pin dropping would probably wake him up. He had to be that way just incase the sirens went off for any accidents. But it wasn't hard to function on the scarce hours that he had gotten, he had gone with no sleep on the night to morning shift before, it was nothing new. Once the adrenaline got into his system all that mattered was getting his job down and making sure that everyone made it out alive.

With the alarm buzzing through the building, the man just kicked his focus into gear and started to react on instinct as he leaped into the passenger's side of the ambulance. The spoken address engraved in his head along with the roar of the engine as his partner started it with much urgency. The rides were never long. one minute the box shaped car left the station and the next the crash was insight, or at least nothing else mattered in between those points so it just made it seem short. The habit the Miami born paramedic had gotten into, however, was unclipping his belt and jarring his passenger door open before the ambulance stopped. In his mind there was need to waste time, and the half crumbled car on the sidewalk was a major cause for concern. With a thud, his booted feet hit the pavement, the soft screech of stopping tires behind him as he rushed forward, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. This is where he could be the best and his callous attitude paid off. Unlike most in this situation that would be panicked and gag at the sight of injury, Bael was how he always was, indifferent but determined. But the nosy blonde around the car had him internally fuming; this was his job, he was excellently trained and she probably didn't know the correct procedure. Not that he was very vocal about his emotions, "Ma'am, if you're not injured, i'm going to have to request that you step away." he wasn't welcoming, but he wasn't harsh. Fixing her with an authoritative glance, he was began to crouch beside the man in the driver's seat.

If he were going to be honest, he kind of just acted like the girl was invisible; there were more important things then her to deal with. There were two people, a man and a women, they looked late twenties or early thirties and there was quite a bit of blood as well as the smell of gas. "Dainels," Bael cautioned over his shoulder to his partner, eyes cutting over to the smashed engine and bending lower to look under the wheel, calculating his options, "the woman in the passenger's seat, get her out of the car, now. Get her to the van and check her over." Out in the field there was no time to wait for anyone more qualified to give orders, so Bael always assumed the role. And everyone else that worked with him would agree he was best one to listen to. Giving his attention back to the man, he heard the pained mumble and looked over the man's leg. There was blood and guts and gore on this job and Bael had never flinched once, he just regarded it was a seemingly blank thoughtful expression. "Sir," he looked at the victim's face, using his deep voice to get the man to open his eyes and look at him, "I'm going to need you to try and relax so this is easier for both of us. Do you understand?" The response was a nod. He was still aware of the blonde behind him, so Bael pivoted and clipped his tone to more of a whisper as not to include the man, "You look capable of handling this situation," blue eyes recognizing her skill, he hadn't failed the notice the wrap on the female passenger's arm, "I need you to talk to the man, get him distracted, but do it fast because I need to get his legs unpinned before the gas leak reaches the engine." it was all business, calm and collected as he turned back to the man.

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[mikayla]

[atrb=border, 0, true] mikayla was often selectively blind when there were people injured around her. there was nothing else and no one else that mattered in the world except for the people who were hurt. she stops seeing the cars, the crowd, and the streets. she stops caring about herself and starts to worry about those who are injured. all that is on her mind is determining where they're hurt, prioritizing them and then treat them. this scenario was no different. it didn't matter where in the world she was. it didn't matter that she had taken a leave from the hospital she was working it. all that mattered was that she was going to put her skills into good use and try her best to save some lives. especially since this accident was partially her fault. she had sworn there were no cars in sight when she started to cross, but it didn't matter. what mattered was making sure that they were okay. injured people to her were like stray wet puppies for other people. you can't help but want to take them home and nurture them to health. which is exactly why her first thought wasn't about examining her own injured ankle. it was to make sure the driver and the passenger was okay. she didn't know how long it was, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes since she initially went to check out the people in the car when she heard the familiar sirens. she didn't bother to look up. she knew they would get the stretchers and equipment ready. that gave her plenty of time to continue assessing the situation at hand. she barely noticed the approaching paramedics, so when one of them actually spoke to her, she jumped a little. his tone was not in the least bit friendly. and if she was someone who's never worked in a hospital environment, she might have taken offense to it, but she was used to clipped tones and demands. she glanced up at him, muttering a soft "sorry" before moving aside so he could get a better access to the man. right now, the best chance for the driver to get out were the paramedics. she was not capable of getting him out of the car, only what to do afterwards. she stood aside patiently, silently as she watched the man take charge of the scene while his partner got the equipment ready. she felt a little useless and awkward just standing there, but it wasn't like she could be of any use at the moment. however, she would stay there until they needed her. or at least until she was sure that the driver and the passenger would be okay and taken care of. a flash of surprise passed through her mesmerizing blue eyes when the paramedic actually turned to look at her, but it was gone just as quickly as it came. she nodded before glancing at the driver, taking his hand in her own so his attention would be on her. "hey, it's mikayla again. what's your name?" she asked in that soft voice of her's, keeping her eyes locked with his. he groaned in pain as he muttered his name, "gabe." she gave him a smile, "well hello gabe. it's nice to meet you." she glanced at the paramedic for a second before looking back at the man, "listen, in the next few seconds, a lot of things will happen, and it will hurt like crazy, but i promise that's the worst of it." she continued, trying not to put too much pressure onto her injured ankle. "what we're going to do is pull your leg out from under the car. i will tell you now that the pressure of pain on your leg now is nothing compared to when it's free. all the sensation will rush to your toes, and it's going to hurt, but you just have to keep your gaze on me okay?" she was sure that the paramedics would not agree with her method as of this moment butin the years that she's been a nurse, she's learned that it was better to inform the patient what was going on than to hide them in the dark. at least that way, they're prepared for what was about to happen. "don't look at the paramedic, don't look at your legs, just look at me and breathe. do you understand?" she asked gently and he nodded. she grinned, "good. now why don't you tell me about yourself. like a favorite memory or your goals in life. anything." she said and when gabe started to speak, she turned back to the paramedic, giving him the go ahead. TAG: CAMERON, WEARING: OUTFIT, NOTE: IT'S CRAPPY AND RAMBLY