Dead zombies litter the ground (at the library -- yes, still)

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

The first wave seems to have subsided. Methos lowers his sword so the tip is touching the ground. Bloody streaks down the outside of his sweater.

Small puddles of flame flare here and there mark charred zombie bodies.

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*leans against the library desk, her face pale as she tries to shrug off her outer-shirt*

*hisses with pain when it involves moving her left shoulder*

Damnit.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John hands Liz a small bottle of water and frowns.

"Uh, I ain't a doctor but that looks bad." John looks up, away. "Looks like Janet's got another patient but I'll go queue up for her for you."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth manages to stop herself from automatically reaching out with her left hand for the water.

She winces. "Yeah, thanks." She looks down at the water, and then across at John. "Ah... could you get this for me, please?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John drops his gun by his feet.

"Sure, no problem." He tips the bottle up to Elizabeth's lips, careful not to spill water on her. "Tell me when to stop."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

There's something which sounds like a muffled "stop" through the water.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John stops quickly.

"Arm hurts, huh? Did you get bit or stuck or clubbed or something?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth flushes, and looks away.

"I might have fallen down the stairs..."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John doesn't laugh, instead waving a dismissing hand at the injury.

"That's nothing. I fell down the stairs when I was ten, bashed the banister with my nose and fell onto my cat who promptly scratched me. Stairs? Are LETHAL enemies. When these zombies clear out, I'll go back and shoot the hell out of those stairs for you."

John hopes for some kind of laugh at his stupid story.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth giggles slightly. "There's a reason I prefer dogs. My cousin had a cat, and it didn't like being poked by a six year old...

"And thanks for the offer for the stairs. I also think what I think was zombie gore at the top deserves some of the blame... running from one, slipped, grabbed hold of the bannister to avoid falling into the one at the bottom. I think wrecking my shoulder is better than being zombie!dinner"

[janet_fraiser]

"Liz?" asks Janet. "Tell me what happened to your arm."

Not a bite. Please, not a bite.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth blinks, trying to gain some measure of concentration, and tries to smile at Janet.

"Forget the zombies; the real killer in this schools are the stairs."

[janet_fraiser]

*laughs* So you didn't get bitten? It's how the infection is spread. *reaches into her bag and pulls out a long roll of bandages. I think I'm going to have to improvise a sling, hon. But first we're going to have to take your shirt off so I can examine you."

*whispers* I was so worried for you!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

No, thankfully. Slipped on goo, started falling towards the zombies at the bottom of the stairs and grabbed hold of the bannister. I think something might have gone "crack" or something. I didn't really notice it until the adrenaline started to wear off.

And, ah, I think I need some help taking off the shirt...

*whispers* I'm sorry; I didn't mean to worry you. I thought John would have mentioned the bruising and swelling of the shoulder area...

[janet_fraiser]

Well, you know what this means, hon. *brandishes surgical scissors* We get to cut your shirt off of you! If only it were for a more exciting reason.

OOC: You want a broken arm or just sprained/bruised?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*smiles weakly* Maybe another time?

[ooc: Was thinking partially dislocated as mun has experience of that. From the same accident... minus the zombies *g*]

[janet_fraiser]

*would leer if she weren't so damn tired*

*inspects shoulder* I think it's partially dislocated. This is going to hurt. *braces Liz, resets shoulder in socket completely*

They go find someplace to bed down with Charlie.

(OOC: Okay, quick wrap up since mun wants to sleep.)

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*grits teeth and only screams softly*

*blinks tears from her eyes*

Thank you, hon

*follows Janet to Charlie*

[ooc: Absolutely no complaints from here! G'night!]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Once Janet is done checking Liz over, Charlie stops by with an MRE. "Hey, you doin okay?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She manages to smile up at Charlie and accept the MRE with her good hand. "I've been better," she admits. "But I also know that I could be a lot worse"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Charlie decides to sit down for a couple of minutes. "Yeah. Janet says you're gonna be okay?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She nods. "Yes. I have the distinction of managing to avoid all the zombies in the school, only to be injured by building fittings."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I hear those buildings are pretty dangerous. But I s'pose it's better than having a zombie try to make out with you."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*shudders* Definitely. How are you doing?

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* Working off the adrenaline. Ran into Camulus. *half-hearted smirk* Think I scared him off.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*laughs tiredly* You big brave man, you