Wash panicked as the blood continued to gush from Linc's wound. He fumbled around the gash in friend's his side as he tried to stop the flow of blood. Linc looked pale now, and red lake was now dripping over the side of the balcony. Wash tore at his own loincloth in an attempt to forge some makeshift bandages. His hands were slippery with the blood, and the excitement of the past few moments had weakened him so. The mudokon's own tears were mixing with Linc's blood now, but he heard no sound, just the continuing ringing in his ears.
Now, with the loincloth wrapped tightly around the injured mud's side, Wash began to drag him along the ground.
"Medical emergency!" He shouted. "Medical emergen-" but it was no use. If there was anyone else around here, it was likely that they were all suffering from hearing problems as well. When he'd been here before, he'd heard heated remarks by too individuals outside (one, apparently, named "Dionysia") that were much louder than they should have sounded. Wash supposed that the unique shape of this room was able to resonate sounds from outside it to much louder levels than before. If this was true, then perhaps he and Linc were the only one's to have suffered like this, so perhaps he could find help! He heaved Linc's limp form further along the passage, leaving a smeared blood trail behind them.
Wash noticed a directory on the wall. On it, one label stood out: Dek's Laboratory, Surgery.
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Linc momentarily slipped back into consciousness. He was vaguely aware of being moved, but one phrase looped through his mind before he was gone again.
"For so long the grinders were not working. Why did they have to start working now?"
If he'd been able to, he would have seen the saw continue to cut through the platform and into it's own control module. If it worked before, it certainly doesn't now…
ooc: Does anyone still use ol' Dek? Who else works in the E.R. here?
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