02-20-2019, 03:39 AM
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 the day had been unusually quiet. that was what mick had decided as he sat outside the lodge, smoking a cigarette- the usual. he released the smoke slowly into the air, gaze turning up to the sky momentarily in thought. the quiet always rendered the man a bit paranoid. in the hospital or clinical setting, he’d learned that the peaceful silence was foreboding. if things were quiet, usually it only foreshadowed bad events to come. his gaze flickered over to a figure that had appeared and, judging by the look on brendan’s face as he came closer to the lodge, he suspected that he had been right along.
last thing he’d expected, though, was for brendan to be the carrier of bad news to him, specifically. by the time he figured that out, brendan was telling him the news -- or, more specifically, that hayley wanted him. usually if hayley urgently needed something from someone, it wasn’t for no reason. throwing his cigarette on the ground, he stepped on it to put it out before heading towards where they were. he supposed they were coming to the lodge, but he might as well meet them halfway to see what he had to deal with. he saw the commotion, hayley and tomorrow and a stranger coming into view as he neared them. he opened his mouth to ask what they would need him for, only to close it as he stared at the stranger’s current state. oh. now it was glaringly obvious. stoic, his gaze wandered the other male before saying, “let’s get him to the lodge. i should be able to help.†the more he assessed the man’s wounds, the more he realized what dire need of medical attention he was in. the longer they waited to help him, though, the less luck was in their favor.
“i’m mickey. i’m going to help patch up that arm,†he introduced as he walked alongside the group, searching the other’s gaze- shock. the man must’ve encountered quite the traumatic event, if it rendered his arm in this poor condition, along with his entire being seeming to be in such a shocked state. his gaze wandered from the man’s eyes, and found his gaze settled on the worst of the man’s injuries; his arm. “how long has your arm been like this?â€Â
he’d come to the lodge on what he thought would be his final breaths; he owed flintlock for everything, including his life. he wasn’t going to let other people who arrived in his same condition meet any fate different than his. regardless of what he had to do - and the prognosis deemed a very dangerous procedure at hand - he’d try his damned best to make sure the stranger came out of it with his life.
 the day had been unusually quiet. that was what mick had decided as he sat outside the lodge, smoking a cigarette- the usual. he released the smoke slowly into the air, gaze turning up to the sky momentarily in thought. the quiet always rendered the man a bit paranoid. in the hospital or clinical setting, he’d learned that the peaceful silence was foreboding. if things were quiet, usually it only foreshadowed bad events to come. his gaze flickered over to a figure that had appeared and, judging by the look on brendan’s face as he came closer to the lodge, he suspected that he had been right along.
last thing he’d expected, though, was for brendan to be the carrier of bad news to him, specifically. by the time he figured that out, brendan was telling him the news -- or, more specifically, that hayley wanted him. usually if hayley urgently needed something from someone, it wasn’t for no reason. throwing his cigarette on the ground, he stepped on it to put it out before heading towards where they were. he supposed they were coming to the lodge, but he might as well meet them halfway to see what he had to deal with. he saw the commotion, hayley and tomorrow and a stranger coming into view as he neared them. he opened his mouth to ask what they would need him for, only to close it as he stared at the stranger’s current state. oh. now it was glaringly obvious. stoic, his gaze wandered the other male before saying, “let’s get him to the lodge. i should be able to help.†the more he assessed the man’s wounds, the more he realized what dire need of medical attention he was in. the longer they waited to help him, though, the less luck was in their favor.
“i’m mickey. i’m going to help patch up that arm,†he introduced as he walked alongside the group, searching the other’s gaze- shock. the man must’ve encountered quite the traumatic event, if it rendered his arm in this poor condition, along with his entire being seeming to be in such a shocked state. his gaze wandered from the man’s eyes, and found his gaze settled on the worst of the man’s injuries; his arm. “how long has your arm been like this?â€Â
he’d come to the lodge on what he thought would be his final breaths; he owed flintlock for everything, including his life. he wasn’t going to let other people who arrived in his same condition meet any fate different than his. regardless of what he had to do - and the prognosis deemed a very dangerous procedure at hand - he’d try his damned best to make sure the stranger came out of it with his life.