Post by Resident Demonolater on Jan 6, 2019 15:26:50 GMT -6
The order to "lock" Cheyenne down was a mistake, and even though the woman was in a weakened state she provided a bloody struggle. She thrashed against the man with abandon, her heart thundering, and more, and more blood beginning to seep from her still open wounds, but nevertheless refusing to let him get a purchase on her arms, or legs. It escalted to the point that when Rufus' face got close enough she even aimed a solid kick at the dead center of his chin: she was not about to be manhandled again without a fight. "Both of you need to fuck right off," she choked out, again attempting to stand despite any resistance from the intern, but this time through a concussion as well. Her legs wobbled dangerously, and the more elavation she got the more the room spun, but she approached it a little more intelligently this time, using the table for some much needed support though. Not that it mattered with how much her arms quaked. With increasingly slurred words she turned her focus to the ME, sporting a look somewhere between a furious bitch, and a freshly post chemo patient, "I get you mundane doctors like your needles, but I'm not a Raggedy Ann doll, and you're not about to turn me into one. There are civilized ways to fix a wound.."
She glanced over her desk, hoping to spot her blessed tool within arms reach, but to no avail. With a deep sigh she half flung, half guided her fall towards her desk chair. "You want to help? Find my marker, simple black sharpie, oh! And, uhh..One of the boxes, left side. It'll have a few medical devices, and vials, grab that too, and I'll be right as rain."
She glanced over her desk, hoping to spot her blessed tool within arms reach, but to no avail. With a deep sigh she half flung, half guided her fall towards her desk chair. "You want to help? Find my marker, simple black sharpie, oh! And, uhh..One of the boxes, left side. It'll have a few medical devices, and vials, grab that too, and I'll be right as rain."