The Library, Monday Night

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor rushes into the library, an unconscious CJ in his arms, and gently sets her on one of the couches. It fortunately, has been cleared of zombie goo.]

[Unfortunately, he can't seem to find any ice, which is the only remedy he can think of for a concussion at the moment. So he grabs a coffee cup off the circulation desk, fills it with water, and pours it on her face, trying to wake her up.]

((Pinging CJ and Methos.))

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[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos looks up from a book and sees CJ limp. "What the hell -- " He stops himself, ducks into the back, and comes out with a cold beer can, which he tosses at the Doctor. "Try this as a cold compress."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I found her in the hall. Looks like she fell pretty hard...[barely disguised panic]

[catches the beer can, looks at it, blinks] I'm not going to ask. [takes off his shirt, wraps the can in it, presses it gently to CJ's head]

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*gets some water and a cloth, and begins sponging blood off of CJ's temple*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Look at her knees. What the bloody hell happened to her? [borrows the cloth without asking, wipes her knees clean, then hands it back to him]

Is there a first aid kit around here?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I replenished it after the zombie attack. *fetches it, brings it back; it's rather large for a first aid kit, but this is Fandom High*

*reaches out and hovers one hand above the bruises behind CJ's knees* Old trick for bringing down someone taller and stronger than you.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[breaks open an instant ice pack, which should work better than the beer can, being softer, wraps it in his shirt, sets it lightly on her head]

[on second thought, opens the beer, too, and takes a gulp] What do you mean, old trick?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*She moans and winces, gradually rousing*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[nods at Methos, scowling] What kind of bastard would do that to her?

CJ, don't move, love. Just stay still for now.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos' mouth tightens, but he doesn't volunteer an opinion of who could have done this.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor watches him, still scowling, and tries to keep CJ from sitting up too fast. Then he passes Methos the beer.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Tring to sit up* Where....what...?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

You were knocked down, love. You hit your head...hard. Don't--don't sit up too fast. [tries to hold her back]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh...*raises her hand to her head*...I..

*She closes her eyes*

I need to throw up.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Don't, love. Try to hold on.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos rests back on his heels beside the couch. "Should we take her to the clinic?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

She's threatening to vomit...I'd say yes.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I need...*she sits up and then leans forward and wretches, but only heaves*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[looks around for something to use as a stretcher] Shite. [gently pushes CJ back down]

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*gets up and grabs nearest trashcan*

Just in case.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*quietly* I want to go home.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Not yet, love, not yet...you're hurt. We need to take you to the clinic. [to Methos] Help me pick her up?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*nods and reaches for her ankles* Take her shoulders, right? On three.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[nods, takes her shoulders tightly and tries not to jostle her] One...two...three.

[lifts]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

OW! My knees!

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[winces, just keeps moving]

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Sorry, sorry, sorry... *keeps moving*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((thread (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/20040.html?view=557896#t557896)))

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Fine...just...*begins to cry*...I don't feel good.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I know, love, I know. You'll feel better soon. [bites his lip]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*and strange moan escapes her lips, and her head slumps back against his chest. She's out again*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

THREAD (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/20040.html)

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

You hit someone on the back of the knees, and they're going to fall down. Great battlefield tactics. However, zombies to the contrary, Fandom High is not a battlefield.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*moans and shakes her head. Her eyes flutter*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((thread (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/170878.html?thread=6759806#t6759806)))

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((Oh, and LA, luv, you on AIM?))

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

((Me? Not at the moment, but I can pop on.))

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((Wicked, then we three can pass notes.))

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((yeah, except I'm on msn...))

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((Through me, hon. I have both on.))

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((oh, fine. Play Purple Monkey Dishwasher...see if I care.))