Its about two-three Am at night, all is quiet and peaceful, a light rain falling out side.
Thats when a kid, no older then ten years old burst in though the main doors.
The Kid is coovered in cuts and gash's, blood covering her body, having a paniced look.
She is holding a kid younger then her, but in a worse condison, having the cuts but in somewhat of a coma.
Then a teen follows them, amost like a armed guard, the teen watchs the kids every move.
Isara (Teen) : HELP! I NEED HELP! Amanda (Ten) : *shaking youngest* Wake Up! Please Wake Up Sis! Isara : Amanda! Stop, That Will Only Make It Worse!
Amanda Breaks down crying, but still bleeding. the same for Isara and Katty (youngest). but none noticing the pain.
Katty : *coughs heavly* im--- ok-.. *begins closing her eyes slowly* Isara : Katt? Katty! Wake Up! God Dang It!
Isara Yells for help loud enough if no one noticed yet, now they would
Doreen was pulling an extra shift, wrapping up a long day. She had spent much time with Samantha, working on her spirits more than her leg but still, it was part of her job.
She had also released the Holliday twins to their mother. Still small, they were able to be on their own with their mother's care. She finally returned home and just as she was slipping into a robe, her pager went off. With Benjen asleep, she called her friend to stay with him.
When she got back to the center, she found the night receptionist and some staff trying to help three children, two of them cut and bloodied.
"Dear God," she said aloud, "get them to ER....stat!"
In the chaos, she tried to get some information but got little. Her chief concern was to stop the bleeding and try to prevent further damage.
"What happened to this one?" she asked the oldest child of the youngest.
As she questioned, an assistant worked on closing the wounds while Doreen herself was taking bio scans of them all.
Kattty was crashing due to heavy blood loss. "I need type B now! If I don't get it, she won't be here in another five minutes. Now, People, NOW!"
The type A arrived in less than half that time and the blood was flowing into Katty and adrenaline was given. But, by the time she stabilized, she was in a coma. The medical team cleaned her up and kept her comfortable as well as tending to the other two.
Doreen approached the oldest, "Now, I need to know what happened and if there is anyone I can call for you."
Almost like a hawk and a owl together, Amanda does not take her eye off her sisters, but also remaining silenet.
Isara : *talks to Dr. Doreen* we dont have anyone, we are even lucky to be here...
Isara : why we are like this? its not a easy anwser... we are.... well... from planet Malta... the outcast home...
Isara : we are kids of a outcast family... but when we where being transfered... a bunch of hunters showed up... and the rest is history... lost our perants... and the ship the brought us here is scrap...
still Amanda does not stand down from her spot of protection
Isara : she has been like that sence the death of our parents... always protective and rarely speaks... she is like a soldier of protection...
Like a high alert trained soldier. Amanda scans the room, again and again, watch every slight movement, but even so, the Teen looks starved, weak and dehydrated.
Isara : we didnt have any where to turn... except here... but its like everyone is out to eather kill us or hurt us... and somemtimes both...
after a while of talking, the teen, and the two kids fall asleep, but all staying in the same room.
but due to the teen giving up needs for herself so her sisters would be ok, that night when she fell asleep she would not wake up.
*A smal Dromedary class ship lands on the docking platform. From inside two man carried a very poorly treated woman, covered with a military sniper mantle. The woamn was really a mess, her nose and some teeth were broken, she had some cuts over her body and even some bites marks. They when to the reception desk!
- Delta 4 A - Please miss! We found this poor woman! Can you help us?!
* The nurse on the reception ,stunned just by the look of that woman, called for some help to carry her*
- Woman to the Delta team - Please don't leave me!!
- Delta 4 B - Don't worry! You are safe! This people will take care of you!
* This point several medical staff were around the woman and that gave the oportunity for Delta 4 team simply disapear!
- Nurse of the reception - Now i need yo... where did they go?!! Did you see where those men went?!
* But when the nurse was asking. already the Dromeday was leaving, heading to New Lusitania*
Doreen continued questioning the oldest child and she was a bit on the side of angry.
"Listen, I need to know what or who caused this," she almost demanded, "You seem to be OK but these two do not," pointing at the child now laying in a coma. About this time, the intercom paged her.
"Dr. Nagger, please report to the ER. Dr. Nagger, please report to the ER."
She grumbled a bit, calling over to one of the security officers and the others of the medical team.
"Watch them and give those two what they need. Keep an eye and this one and see what you can get out of her." With that, she left for the ER.
"Dr. Nagger, new arrivals from the anti-slaver crews," announced one of the physicians as he explained things to her, "We brought her in but the ship that left her took off before we could get anything else. Her nose is broken and she has some broken teeth as well. She's also got bite marks on her."
"Oh lovely," remarked Doreen with sarcasm, "I'll bet it's those damned slavers. I'll get dentistry here. In the meanwhile, set her nose, clean her up and run scans on her. Focus on sexual assault, primarily any kind of venereal diseases and the possibility of pregnancy."
"Will do," he replied as he went to deal with her.
The attending physician attended the woman, doing as instructed and calmly talking to her.
"My name is Dr. Frank and I'll be taking good care of you," he explained as he administered some pain medication. "This should help."
After a couple of minutes, he placed his hands on either side of her nose. "You shouldn't feel this now."
With a quick jerk, he reset her nose and began cleaning her up. As he did, he gently smiled.
"Look, I'm finding a pretty young lady under all of this mess," he said to her. He then turned to one of his staff, "When you get the scan results back, let me know. Shouldn't take more than a few minutes I would think." Sexual assault was quickly diagnosed.
The dentist arrived and looked in her mouth. He could only shake his head. "Someone had there way with this woman and all of this is a result of her resisting. Bastards!"
He found Doreen and spoke with her, "When she's able, I'll replace the broken teeth with some ceramic ones. Know one will know the difference." He turned to leave but turned back for a comment, "We need to get ahold of the people doing this."
The dentist did his work, replacing the teeth in the woman as she slept. He felt the need to do so before too much healing occurred. New ceramic teeth were placed into her mouth and after a good cleaning, know one noticed the difference. For now though, the woman remained comatose. It was just as well while she recovered.
A quick break in between patients gave Doreen time to grab that coveted cup of coffee. She took it outside where the sun had broke through. She stood opposite a smoking area as she drank it. A weak temptation to light up tugged at her but she just smiled and said "No" out loud to nobody. She was smoke free for well over a year and proud of it. Yes, her life was shaping up nicely.
Kitty stays in her coma for a while, but returning to the room.
the gaurd was out cold and so was two doctors.
but so was the teen, a sign of the guard used brute force to get the info.
Isara is over in the cornner, she is badly crying in fear.
But in her coma, Kitty spoke under her breath, muttering words.
In her mind, there is a white hall, force her self to walk down it.
in the hospital, lights go from clear to red, she cant breath.
fear is rushing around her, and the more she struggled, the worse it gets.
after moments, her heart stops pumping blood, and stops working
in a longer time, her body slowly shuts down.
"Dr. Nagger, this one's crashing!" screamed one of the medical staff of.
Doreen charged into the room and noticed the EKG flatlining. "Crash cart...now" was all she yelled.
She charged the device and placed the paddles, one at her right shoulder and the other at her left side. Once the defibrillator was charged, she just hollered, "clear" and fired the charge of electricity through the woman's body. There was nothing.
Again, the machine charged and again, the charge was fired.
Emergency claxons rang off of the docking bays on one of the cities as the half-burned metal of an Insurgent barely managed to land, or rather crash, onto the bottom. The wreckage was aflame, with the cockpit popping open as the pilot slumped out onto the floor. Coalition jumpsuit, Fighter Corps paintmarks, hits on the hull that looked like Corsair fire. It seems one of them had gotten lucky enough to hit the aft engine reserve fuel tank. The pilot of the ship had barely managed to bring her back to port, his body almost mangled as the emergency units rushed up as fire crew set to put out the blaze. Bones broken, one lung punctured and on the verge of collapsing, it was only the finest medicine that could keep this man alive.
But why Gran Canaria and why now? The young man was rushed to the emergency department.