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londoncallingrpg2015-05-09 09:42 am
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OTA - An explosion
The first blast came at twelve. Hannibal had just seen out a patient, when a large explosion shook Gordon Square.
Hannibal hadn't seen what had happened exactly, but shouts and screams indicated people had been harmed. He rushed inside, grabbed his doctor’s bag and ran to cross the park to the building on the other side. He took his Hippocratic oath seriously and if he could help before the ambulances came, he would.
Through the rubble and the dirt and the fire Hannibal could see the wall and windows of the first floor of this building had been blown out. Immediately, he began helping to free the people who had been caught in the rubble, giving them urgent medical attention where needed.
Misfortune would have it that a group of tourists had just been passing the building, so there were victims on the inside and the outside.
***
The second blast came at twelve thirty, blowing away the front of the building next door. Hannibal got hit by a chunk of flying debris. It hit him so hard that he fell to the floor and nearly lost consciousness.
It barely registered. He rose again and continued what he had been doing; trying to prevent a girl from bleeding to death.
***
Hannibal was still a little dizzy, but he hadn’t mentioned this to the doctors in the ER. He would live, he knew, and he had judged that their efforts should be aimed to help the internally bleeding and dying.
His suit was ruined. The jacket had been lost in the rubble and he had torn off part of his shirt to make a bandage at some point, when he needed something quick to stop the bleeding. His waistcoat was covered in other people’s blood and the knees of his trousers were ripped.
How easily a peaceful London street can turn into a warzone…
His right wrist had been broken in two places and there was a wound on his head where he had hit the pavement. The rest seemed fine enough. It wasn’t until he was out of the hospital, at the first whiff of fresh air, that the dizziness truly hit him.
He made an effort not to stumble, and took a seat on a bench in front of the hospital. He was aware how he must look, but it hardly mattered to him. He regarded his hand, cast and wrapped against his chest and wondered how long it would be before he could cut up his meat again.
((tag him at any point during this post (after first explosion, after the second, at the hospital…). At the moment this is just a gas-leak explosion. If anyone wants to make it something more, feel free :) ))
Hannibal hadn't seen what had happened exactly, but shouts and screams indicated people had been harmed. He rushed inside, grabbed his doctor’s bag and ran to cross the park to the building on the other side. He took his Hippocratic oath seriously and if he could help before the ambulances came, he would.
Through the rubble and the dirt and the fire Hannibal could see the wall and windows of the first floor of this building had been blown out. Immediately, he began helping to free the people who had been caught in the rubble, giving them urgent medical attention where needed.
Misfortune would have it that a group of tourists had just been passing the building, so there were victims on the inside and the outside.
***
The second blast came at twelve thirty, blowing away the front of the building next door. Hannibal got hit by a chunk of flying debris. It hit him so hard that he fell to the floor and nearly lost consciousness.
It barely registered. He rose again and continued what he had been doing; trying to prevent a girl from bleeding to death.
***
Hannibal was still a little dizzy, but he hadn’t mentioned this to the doctors in the ER. He would live, he knew, and he had judged that their efforts should be aimed to help the internally bleeding and dying.
His suit was ruined. The jacket had been lost in the rubble and he had torn off part of his shirt to make a bandage at some point, when he needed something quick to stop the bleeding. His waistcoat was covered in other people’s blood and the knees of his trousers were ripped.
How easily a peaceful London street can turn into a warzone…
His right wrist had been broken in two places and there was a wound on his head where he had hit the pavement. The rest seemed fine enough. It wasn’t until he was out of the hospital, at the first whiff of fresh air, that the dizziness truly hit him.
He made an effort not to stumble, and took a seat on a bench in front of the hospital. He was aware how he must look, but it hardly mattered to him. He regarded his hand, cast and wrapped against his chest and wondered how long it would be before he could cut up his meat again.
((tag him at any point during this post (after first explosion, after the second, at the hospital…). At the moment this is just a gas-leak explosion. If anyone wants to make it something more, feel free :) ))
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"You're very kind," Hannibal said. He didn't fake the difficulty he had when standing up, or the gratefulness of using Valentine's arm to do so. They walked slowly.
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Val moved slowly, careful not to pull on the other man as they walked. When they reached the car, Val moved to get the door for him, holding it open so Hannibal could settle in carefully.
"There you are, Do you need a hand with the seatbelt? They can be tricky," he noted. "I've had a dreadful time with them in the past, after my- Well, you know."
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Hannibal wanted to shake his head, but decided not to be too prideful. "Please, if you will."
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Val only nodded, not shy about being in the man's personal space at all as he reached across and buckled Hannibal in.
"I do hope they gave you some good pain killers at least," he joked lightly, sliding into the driver's seat as he spoke. "So much misery deserves a bright spot, don't you think?"
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"They did, yes, but I declined. I prefer to take some aspirin," Hannibal said, not bothered by Valentine's vicinity. "The pain is quite bearable. I just have to limit the movements of my right hand. It'll be a challenge in the kitchen."
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"I imagine so," Val nodded, pulling out of the parking lot, and glancing over. "Perhaps tonight I can treat you to delivery, hmm? You look as though you could use a hand this evening- No humour intended," he added with a soft smile.
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"I'd prefer you treat me to a pair of extra hands in the kitchen," Hannibal admitted. "Or were you thinking of a specific type of delivery?" Because Hannibal would not eat take-away Thai.
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Valentine chuckled softly, then looked a bit sheepish.
"I was going to suggest pizza, actually. However, I can see now that might not be to your tastes. If you'd rather I lent a hand, I'm glad to do so- Though I'll warn you, I'm not much of a cook at all."
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"Better still; you'll learn something," Hannibal said, because no, pizza was not an option.
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Val laughed again, brighter this time.
"Fair enough. Don't expect much though, you're working with a true beginner here," he smiled, mindful of turns and dips in the road as he wound his way through the streets to Hannibal's home.
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"With a nose like yours I'm amazed you haven't learned to appreciate the art of cooking already," Hannibal remarked, appreciating Valentine's careful driving style.
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"Never had anyone to teach me. The professionals my mother used to hire weren't keen on having anyone in their way," Val laughed.
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"You'll enjoy it," Hannibal assured. "The evolution of smells from raw ingredients to a full meal is a joy."
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"Just promise me you'll take it easy," Val replied. "I'll gladly be your hands in the kitchen, so Long as you promise to sit and relax while you boss me about, hmm?"
He glanced over again, taking his eyes off the road for a moment and frowning. "We'll get a pot of tea going as soon as we get you in. Tea always makes me feel better. ...How bad is your hand? Is it broken or was it burned?" he asked softly.
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"Broken," Hannibal clarified. "The blast threw me to the ground and flying debris fell on my wrist. I should have stopped using it then." But he hadn't.
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"What do you mean?" Val asked, his brow creased deep with concern. "You didn't go straight to the hospital?"
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"I was providing first aid," Hannibal argued. Of course he hadn't rushed to the hospital. "A woman was bleeding profusely. She would have bled out."
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"A noble reason to linger," Val said, clearly impressed by the selfless act. "You truly are a good man, Hannibal. If there's anything you need while you recover, don't hesitate to ask. What's mine is yours, friend. That includes my time."
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"You are too kind, Valentine," Hannibal replied. "I may make use of that offer. For now, though, if you could help me cut the meat and vegetables, that would be very helpful."
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Val smiled and nodded, circling the block near Hannibal's before parking as close to the home as he could.
"Here, let me help you out of the car," he offered.
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Hannibal didn't mind and it didn't hurt his pride to be helped. He allowed Valentine to help him out of the car, though he was for enough to balance quite quickly. "Thank you." He put his left hand in his right pocket and produced the keys. "Could you open?"
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Opening the door, he held it open wide to let Hannibal in first.