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Post by Trevor Ramirez on Sept 21, 2009 1:44:42 GMT
Trevor walked into the lobby and took off his hat. This place was wierd! Heck everywhere was wierd! He coughed into his shoudler violently as he walked up to the front desk. He had been sick ever since he had met that crazy chick that tried to kill him! She scratched the hell out of his arm but he thought nothing of it. Now he was sick as a dog and he just couldn't understand it! He didn't understand a lot of things. This had been the first time leaving his home in Brazil. Everything was done so differnt, said so different. But he was determined to get it one way or another. He cocked his head in confusion as the lady asked if she could help him. He didn't understand her since she was talking English. He just cleared his throat, "Sí. Me dijeron que viniera aquí. He estado enfermo durante los últimos días. Yo piensa que es la gripe ... pero no estoy seguro." Yes. I was told to come here. I've been sick for the last few days. I thinks its the flu...but I'm not sure. the lady sighed and just pointed to the chairs. Trevor groaned as he went to the nearest empty one and sat in it with a soft sigh.
Suddenly he began to sweat profusely. Oh come on it wasn't that hot! Then as his vision blurred he mentally cursed! No! Not here! He leapt to his feet and went to the desk, a panicked look in his eyes, "Por favor! Necesito ayuda! Me voy-" Please! I need help! I'm going- he stopped mid sentence as he went rigid. Then he fell to the ground like a lead balloon. He began siezing violently arms and legs tensing as his eyes rolled into the back of his head...
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Post by Marcy on Sept 21, 2009 2:12:33 GMT
"What are you idiots standing around for?" Marcy demands of everyone just staring at the man, kneeling next him. "He's having an epiletic attack!" she snaps. "WE NEED A DOCTOR IN HERE, NOW!" she yells. She talks soothingly to him in Spanish, telling him everything will be alright, to just hang on, that a doctor will be here soon. She glares at the people still staring at them. "GET A DAMNED DOCTOR ALREADY UNLESS YOU WANT A DEAD MAN IN THE LOBBY!" she shouts at them.
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Post by Oz Bellamy on Sept 21, 2009 2:22:20 GMT
Oz was taking names, the lobby was fucking full of people, most just terrified but a good few sick. He heard Spannish being spoken to his right, man he hadn't heard that language in awhile. He ignored the man shouting figuring that he was scared but would have to wait his turn before he heard a loud gasp. Oz was on his feet in an instant and managed to catch the man before he hit the floor, his abilities came in handy sometimes alright.
"Yeah I'm not an idiot" Oz growled at the girl, already in a foul mood that day "Your in a place filled with fucking doctors and you think we don't know what an epileptic attack looks like?" he snapped
The other was about twice the size of him and getting the bastard onto a stretcher was not easy. But he and a nurse managed it and brought the guy off to a bed where Oz had to strip the man. He knew the other had woken half way through Oz stripping him but didn't care, he'd done this a lot back in Cario and dressing people was not a big deal for him. He was just pulling some clean pants as the other woke up and paid him no mind as he got his needles ready. Unfortunately they hadn't the room to put the man in a room, he was given a stretcher at the end of a ward fun of people coughing and begging for help they couldn't give but Oz didn't care about that either, it was either that either.
"You speak Spanish yes?" Oz asked, his Spanish was basic and very hard for a native to understand but he did well enough to get the point across "I need to take a blood sample from your arm to see if you are infected with the epidemic. he said slowly before a coughing fit hit him and he had to sit down feeling dizzy, Oz's hands were shaking violently but he still had to work due to them being understaffed and knew he'd bruise the guy as he took the blood sample but did his best not to "See he's alive happy?" he asked Marcy with a sigh, god he was so tired
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Post by Marcy on Sept 21, 2009 2:29:45 GMT
Marcy scowls at the doctor. "Well EXCUSE me for worrying about someone!" she snaps. "I had a friend that wasn't treated for her epilepsy, and she died from it!" she mutters. She crosses her arms and glares at the back of the doctor's head. "Baka ja-ku," she mutters in Japanese, having a feeling the man wouldn't understand her. "¿Estás bien, señor?" she asks the man on the cot as the doctor moves away.
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Post by Trevor Ramirez on Sept 21, 2009 2:58:47 GMT
The siezure only lasted a minute but to Trevor, it felt like it lasted forever! He suddenly went limp as his muscles relaxed. His face was very sweaty and his eyes were just barely opened. But he was consisous at the very least. He felt someone picking him up and soemthing getting pulled over his head, but he was so out of it that he couldn't tell left from right at this point! He heard the other and nodded weakly as he asked if he spoke Spanish...blood test...epidemic...what the-..."No me importa..." I don't care... he muttered groggily, then winced as he felt the needle going into his skin. All he wanted to do now was sleep off the massive headache he has. He lifted his head as he heard somethign askign him if he was okay. Now that was a language he could understand! "Sí ... Yo creo que sí." "Yeah...I think so. he replied as he tried to sit up only to be almsot blinded by a white hot pain in his head, "Ay mi cabeza." Ow my head. he whined as he laid back down hand over his eyes. The four long gashes that circled his right arm were exposed and stung in the cool air but Trevor didn't rightly care at this moment. Oy this was turning out to be a bad palce to stay a night...
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Post by Oz Bellamy on Sept 21, 2009 3:10:32 GMT
Oz nodded and took the blood sample, and the women was right, he didn't speak Japanese, nor did he care "Okay well listen, epilepsy kills a very exact population who don't take they're meds and most of them are damaged mentally in some way before hand. This man has no signs of anything bad then in a
brightly lit room he passes out and wets himself okay?" Oz scowled and looked at the man lifted his ar, pushing the man back and taking a swab of the cut, spraying it with something that made the blood turn green
"Shit." Oz frowned and began to speak rapidly in Russian to the nurse "this man here, he's positive, put his blood work before the rest he could already be a level three" he warned before pulling the mans arms into restraints and looked at the women "Tell him it's for his own safety that he's infected but we don't know the level yet." he told her his Spanish just not good enough for all of that
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Post by Ladia on Sept 21, 2009 3:24:12 GMT
Marcy nods to the doctor. "señor, usted está infectado con una enfermedad peligrosa, usted está siendo restringida por su propia seguridad hasta que los médicos saber lo mal que la enfermedad está en ti," (mister, you are infected with a dangerous disease; you are being restrained for your own safety until the doctors find out just how bad the disease is in you,) she repeats for the man in Spanish, already over her fit of anger.
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Post by Trevor Ramirez on Sept 21, 2009 12:14:42 GMT
Trevor had come back to his senses-mostly. He looked around and groaned miserably. great! He had another siezure! Just great! Oh how embarassing. He hissed in pain as a man came up and grabbed his arm spraying some kind of stuff in it. Trevor didn't know what is was. All hew knew was that it hurt like crazy. He looked at his arm and saw that the area around the woudns where blood had dried onto his arm had turned green. "Verde?! ¿Qué significa eso?" Green?! What does that mean? he asked. He heard a bunch of babble in different languages that he couldn't understand. Then as he was getting restrained, he panicked, "Eh! Qué estás haciendo? Qué pasa?!" Hey! What are you doing?! What's happening?! he asked. He didn't try to fight it. He didn't have the enregy to do so. But as he listened to the girl speak to him, he got a bit irked, "Infected! Infectados con qué?! Yo estaba perfectamente bien hasta que fue atacada, yo! Y ahora tu me dice que tiene una enfermedad!?" Infected! Infected with what?! I was perfectly fine until I got attacked! And now your telling me I got a disease!? he asked icreduously and groaned. This was not his greatest day...
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Post by Oz Bellamy on Sept 21, 2009 15:03:13 GMT
((Italics means he;s speaking Spanish 'kay?))
Oz sighed as the man began to panic, Jesus how many people were too blind to see the fucking quarantine "The town is under quarantine sir, you have been found exposed to the virus, it is a highly dan-" he was cut off from his poorly spoken Spanish by a sharp scream. Some guy had just bitten off some woman's ear having hurled her to the ground "Shit!" Oz growled running over to the other side and infected him with something in this neck. Oz had to drag the bastard with another man into restraints as he passed out, another doctor helping with the woman's ear "Get him into the isolation chamber and sterilise her ear immediately we might be able to to any infection" Oz shouted at the lower doctors who ran around like ant around him doing as he said the man who was tied down was screaming and crying as he pulled against the restraints and was wheeled off, Oz walked back over to Trevor wiping the blood off of his hands leaving the other to clean up the mess and everyone started working faster to sort out anyone dangerous like that
"there that's why your being restrained." he smirked before a coughing fit hit him and he had to sit down, fuck he was still getting worse...
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Post by Marcy on Sept 21, 2009 18:38:55 GMT
Marcy sighs. "la persona que lo atacó fue probablemente infectado y le dio la enfermedad. Es una enfermedad muy peligrosa que tiene cinco niveles de potencia," ("the person who attacked you was most likely infected and gave you the disease. It's a highly dangerous disease that has five levels of potency,") she tells the man. "La ciudad está en cuarentena a causa de esta enfermedad." ("The town is under a quarantine because of this illness.")
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Post by Trevor Ramirez on Sept 21, 2009 22:26:00 GMT
"Afortunado moy..." Lucky me... Trevor muttered sarcastically as he stared at his arm. How did this happen? Oh yeah, he was jsut taking a hike through the woods. And hesaw the town, but he wanted to go in. See what was wrong? If he could help? Damn his curiousity! Now here he is with a deadly virus! Just swell! He recoiled back with a look of disgust on his face as he saw the women being attacked. Then he was getting scared. Was that how he was going to end up? He looked back up at the women who had been translating , "Así que...qué pasa ahora?" So...what happens now? he asked not really sure if he wanted to know or not...
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Post by Rico Attendant Darky on Sept 21, 2009 22:59:00 GMT
Oz glanced at the woman and paused "Depends on what level your at." he said in Russian deciding this was just easier the man seemed barely able to under stand his shit Spanish "If your a level one or two you get to take up residence, but higher and..." Oz trailed off and shook his head "Lets on think about that." he said softly and sighed running up the stairs a moment and stopped before calling out a number of names telling them if they were healthy or not "Marina Schcovskey healthy, John Barteck level two, Trevor Ram..ir...ez, level two..." he called out having to pause to pronounce the guys name before continuing then ended up at the bottom on the stairs and untied Trevor handing the table to some woman to tie someone else up and gave Marcy a list of symptoms and Rico's recommendations "Your healthy but my Spanish isn't good enough to translate all of that." he told her, that and he just hadn't the time
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Post by Marcy on Sept 21, 2009 23:10:36 GMT
Marcy scowls at the doctor's back. What is she?! The international translator?! "Hiretsukan," ("Mean bastard") she huffs at him in Japanese, then reads the list of symptoms and Ricos recommendation to the hispanic man in Spanish. "Lo siento, señor, yo sugeriría después de su sugerencia, sin embargo. Ellos están trabajando para encontrar una cura ahora." ("I'm sorry, mister; I would suggest following their suggestion, though. They are working to find a cure now.")
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Post by Trevor Ramirez on Sept 22, 2009 1:01:11 GMT
Trevor sat up as he listened to the other. He still had a blinding headache but he just wanted to get out of here! Oy this virus sounded nasty. "Gracias." Thanks. he said softly as he saw his clothes on the floor. Did he-? Oh whatever! Didn't wanna know and didn't care! He looked down at the uniform and just shook his head. He wasn't staying just yet! He picked them up and walked across the hall the the nearest restroom. Making sure it was empty he changed. He sighed as he looked at his jacket. The one arm of it was ruined. And you could just see the blood stains on it. He chucked it into the trash can and then walked-though a bit shakily-toward the door. He felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice asking him where he was going. Trevor just sighed, "Sólo dame veinticuatro horas de acuerdo? Sólo necesito algo de tiempo para pensar." Just give me twenty-four hours all right? I just need some time to think. he muttered to himself as he briskly walked out of the place. The cool air hit his warm face. It felt good. Trevor just walked on face blank as he tried to take it all in...
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