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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 6:39:22 GMT
William was sent out to four in the middle of the war, he'd been training for so long with his brother. When they called him Joel wasn't too thrilled. With promises of returning unharmed, Will finally convinced his brother to be calm about it. Joel was more of the secret agent type, while Will was into hardcore training and hand to hand combat. He was perfect for the military.
The train ride to four was long and rather boring, but when he got there he was briefed and assigned a team. His father being so high on the military rank list they'd do anything to protect him. He was given four men and one woman. She was his second in command, her name was Lavender and she was very good at her job.
After loading up with weapons and ammo, Will prepared his team to move out. They were inspecting a few rebels around the back part of the district.
Their foot steps were silent, they moved in sync. Stopping together, starting together. All it took was one foul step, the tall blonde in the back of the group triggered the trip wire. Bombs began going off, loud bangs filling the air. "Run!" He yelled over the loud booms.
The team scattering the four men headed one direction, Lavender staying with Will until he heard one single gun shot go off. A sniper, a red hole formed in the woman's chest. "No!" He yelled, catching her lifeless body. Sweat pooled off his skin, he'd lost a soldier. One final bang, close too. Close enough to burn the skin almost completely off his left leg. Cries of pain filled the blank air, his hand gripping for his limb that seemed to be much smaller now.
He quickly drug his body into some near by bushes, Capitol men trotted right past him. His breathing rough and ragged, he knew it didn't look good for him. He was losing blood and fast, he needed help or he was dead for sure.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 21:04:42 GMT
This was something Elizabeth had been training for for as long as she could remember- War. She knew what to do in nearly every situation, how to quickly deal with any injuries she might encounter out here, but was she really ready for it? She'd heard stories of people being completely traumatised, mentally wrecked, by the things they saw out here, and she could just hope she would get away safe. Both mentally and physically. That didn't mean she wasn't willing to put her life on the line to save or help someone else, though. She had no family, no lover, no one really to go back to but an elderly mother. Some of the people fighting and children, husbands and wives, things to actually live for. She didn't want kids growing up without a parent because she couldn't do her job right.
So, she'd agreed to come out to four this time around instead of helping the solders who had returned home for medical treatment. She knew the risks, but she wanted to do whatever she could to help. She was on her rounds, there were a few groups from 13 going out today, so her and a few other medics had been sent out in case anything happened and they were needed. With a first aid kit on her back and gun on her belt she walked, following instructions. She'd been told to follow one group, but stay back. Medics as well prepared as her were important and pretty rare at a time like this, no one wanted to put her in too much risk. She'd been doing her job, following the small group.
That's when she heard them, the explosions followed quickly by gun shots and screams. She didn't run, instead she hid behind the nearest thing she could find and waited until everything quieted down, and a group of Capitol men walked past her. She would shoot them all if she could. But she couldn't, she had to keep going. Tentatively she got up and began running towards where the sounds had come from, hoping it wasn't too late for at least one person.
She knew when she'd arrived at the site. She practically chocked at the site of everything, and she could see why some would lose their mind. Black smoke filled the air, distorting the beautiful view, and the body a once pretty blonde woman lay lifeless on the floor with one single hole through the chest. She lent down, checking for a pulse that she knew wan't there, and that's when she heard something. The rough breathing a wounded man. Glancing around, she lay eyes on a moving bush, and she walked over slowly, praying it wasn't some Capitol trick. It wasn't. She gasped at the sight of what saw, the sight of the skinned leg making her stomach turn for just a second before she got her head into gear. Crouching down next to him she swung her first aid bag off her shoulder and opened it, glancing at the mans face. "Hello? Can you tell me your name?" She asked, her voice frantic and kind as she pulled the required equipment out of her bag.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 21:52:40 GMT
Will tried to clasp his hand around his legs, the blood staining his hands. The pain was almost unbearable, sweat still beading on his skin. The air around him filled with silence, he didn't like it. Something should be happening, where was the rest of his team? Had they died too? He'd never be able to live with himself if his whole team died because of him.
He'd already lost one girl, too young, too precious for this kind of fight. His gasps and groans filled the air around him, he held his breath quickly as he heard someone approaching. He prayed silently that it wasn't some Capitol soldier, he was really screwed then.
Relief washed over him as he saw a kind female face, the first aid kit on her back a great sight to see. Though with the blood loss his vision was blurred, trying to speak but nothing came out. Shutting his eyes tightly he tried to get his thoughts together, opening his bright eyes one more time he finally spoke. "William Mason." He croaked, gaze shifted down to his leg. The pain still almost taking him from consciousness.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 22:36:36 GMT
Elizabeth was actually relieved to see he was in pain, at least that meant he had no nerve damage. It was still a bad burn, but defiantly not as bad as it could be. Still, she needed to make sure, he could've just been in shock, after all, so she spoke again as she went to work. "Right. Hi William- can you feel your leg? Are you in pain?" She asked, glancing to his face quickly to see gage his reaction to the question. She began applying pressure to the bits of his leg that were bleed particularly bad, softly cutting away bits of materiel from his destroyed trousers. She was doing her best not to hurt him any more, but there was only so much she could actually do. She needed to get him back to camp, give him some real attention and dress his wounds properly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 0:30:40 GMT
William relaxed as he felt her hands on his skin, the burnt flesh felt hot to him, so her hands were nice and cool. His gaze stayed on the woman, trying his hardest to focus on her questions. He felt the whole world spinning, but he could definitely feel the pain in his leg. "Yeah- yes I can feel every inch of burnt skin." He explains, his teeth clenched together as he tried to breath through them.
The smell of the burnt bits were sickening, he could barely keep from throwing up between the smell and the pain. "Keep talking to me please." He asks, begging her to keep his mind occupied while she worked. He was completely grateful to the girl, she was in fact saving his life.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 19:15:17 GMT
Elizabeth was happy that he could feel the pain, well, not happy, but relived. He could be saved. She smirked lightly, looking up at him when he spoke again. "Well, you'll be please to know that being able to feel everything is actually good- even though you might not believe it now" Her eyes travelled back down to his leg, she'd nearly done everything that she actually could with her minimal resources, she needed help to get him back to the base. So, she quickly called for help, explaining very briefly what had happened, not going not much detail as she didn't want him worrying more then he already was. That wouldn't help anyone. "Okay, more help's coming soon," She told him, reaching over to give his hand a squeeze "Just hang in there"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 6:46:55 GMT
William usually had quite the pain tolerance, but this felt ridiculous. The promises that help was coming was relief, her hand giving his a small squeeze made him realize he'd be okay. "At this point I'd almost rather not feel the damn thing." He lamely tries to make a joke, her voice was brearhy and short.
"This is gonna leave a pretty lovely scar." He adds, slightly worried about the appearance of his leg. His gaze traveled to the woman, she was still unnamed to him. "I never caught my saviors name." He presses, wondering slightly who she was. Had he been clear headed he may have recognized her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 16:27:27 GMT
"Believe me, when you still have two legs you'll be happy you can feel the pain" Elizabeth told him, throwing a look over her shoulder to see if there was any sign of them just yet, hopefully they'd be here soon. She pushed a smile to her lips as she looked back at him "It sure is, and you're going to have one hell of a story to go with it" She added, raising an eyebrow slightly at his next question he was already asking. She almost couldn't believe he wanted to know her name when there was obviously a lot more going on with him right now, but if he'd ask she wasn't going to not answer "I'm Elizabeth"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2014 18:07:23 GMT
William kept his fingers dug into the damp dirt around him, it was the only thing he could do to keep from screaming. His gaze stayed on the woman in front of him, his vision coming and going. He caught her name though. "Elizabeth." He whispers softly, his voice cracking before the blackness finally consumed him. The last he heard was the shuffling of military boots. Help had arrived.
He felt like he'd been out for a matter of seconds, eyes fluttered open to a bright white light. "Crap I'm dead." He groans, sitting up as he notices a group of people waiting and watching.
Once familiar face, the girl who'd saved him. Looking down his legs were covered with a thin blanket, he was not about to pull it back. "Not dead." He adds, his voice groggy. His head filled with fog from the medicine.
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