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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 5, 2007 17:27:22 GMT
"It means I've been screwed by the pooch and my boss's boss didn't find out until after the fact, probably only by tuning into Mexican news stations and hearing about the attempted coup d'etat third handedly... Have you got that kit for me yet?" Sands asked. As a response it was lightly thrown against his chest. Sands set to work on the phone taking it apart and adding things, taking parts out, and swapping parts for trace jamming bits. Now he understood why the Company made him do such routine things blindfolded when he was at the Farm (nickname for CIA training center in Langley). Soon the phone was put back together and he dialed back his boss's supervisor.
"There was an old lady who lived in a pineapple, she had so many children she knew what to do: She killed them all one by one until they were no longer starving."
"This is a secure line?"
"Yes Sir. Thanks to yours truly."
"What the hell happened down there?"
"I don't know. Everything was going according to plan then something happened. False humint, I think someone meant to burn me Sir. And not just burn, roast me on an open flame and sing kumbaya over my grave after they cursed and damned me to hell."
"That's a serious accusation Agent."
"You don't think I fucking well know that? I requested backup, I got none. My line was compromised, nobody came to replace it. My AFN lesion was Barillo's fucking daughter. Explain that shit! I was caught because of it."
"Are you certain she's Barillo's daughter?"
"Yes I'm certain! She told me herself before dear old Daddy, who by the by, had a complete facial reconstruction, ordered his demented doctor to... they told me I had only seen too much, and they were going to make sure it never happened again, and they did." Sands seethed.
"What do you mean?"
"They fucking blinded me, and I was fully awake and consious for the whole damned thing thanks to whatever drug the pumped through my system, oh and no, it was not a pain releaver. That would be too kind."
"Alright. Who are you with? She sounded English."
"Yeah, she is, her name is Selina Crane. She found me on the streets bleeding. I'm at her hotel waiting for a doctor. He should be here any minute."
Just then there was a knock at the door.
"That's probably the doctor now. Selina, be a doll and go check the door. Be sure to have a gun on you just in case it isn't the good doctor."
"Report back to me the extent of your injuries once the doctor leaves." He said then hung up the phone.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 5, 2007 17:37:03 GMT
Selina cringed and moved away as she listened to Sands explain how he got his 'injuries'. It sounded worse than she had ever imagined.
She took Sands gun off him and walked over to the door.
"Who is it?" She asked, holding the gun to the door like she had seen people do in movies.
"It's Doctor Ritter," Selina opened the door, with the chain still on, and he handed her a card through the gap. She looked at in and put it in her belt, the opposite side to where she put the one she took from Sands dead girl. She opened the door.
"What happened?" The doctor asked her as he stepped into the room.
"He can explain it to you," She nodded to Sands and sat back on the table out of the way.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 5, 2007 17:47:47 GMT
"Bullet grazed my arm. Not more than a scratch, might need stitches. Bullet to each theigh, I don't think it went all the way through, luck you. And saved the worst for last, I had my eyes drilled out of my head. I have some drug running through my veins... not sure what so lucky me, you're probably going to have to work on me without painkillers." Sands told the doctor trying not to let the pain show.
"It won't be my first time." the Doctor sighed as he set down his medical bag and set to work on removing his clothes. Sands felt a thin, cold piece of metal tough his ankle.
"No! Don't cut my clothes. I don't have anything else to wear."
"It's covered in your blood. It's no good to you anyways." The doctor said cutting his jeans and shirt off of Sands leaving him in his scull and crossbones boxers. "You're lucky I don't cut off your boxers as well." the Doctor said as he set to work on removing the bullets from Sands' legs.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 5, 2007 17:51:27 GMT
Selina tried to hold back a smirk at Sands boxers. They were surprisingly cute for a man of such anger. She jumped down from where she was sitting and walked across the cramped hotel room. "Can I help with anything?" She asked the doctor, not liking feeling useless.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 6, 2007 0:50:52 GMT
"Yeah, get in my bag and pull out the leather strip and stick it between his teeth. Make sure he bites down on that, not his tongue. Let him hold your hand if he wants. Just sit with him." the Doctor said.
As he waited for her to get the leather in Sands' mouth and hold his hand, he went to the sink and washed up throughly. Then he set to work on Sands' left leg and he found the first bullet and began working it out of Sands' leg.
Sands was trying his hardest not to scream as his knuckles turned white as the sheets. Or at least as white as the sheets would have been had his blood not seeped onto the sheets. The doctor popped the first bullet out of his leg and placed it on a metal tray he had set next to Sands. Quickly doing the same to the other leg, another bullet soon was added to the tray.
"You're Lucky Sands. The bullets were whole and doesn't appear to have hit any major artery or the bone." The doctor commented as he set to sewing the holes in is legs as well as his arm.
The doctor breathed in deep, preparing himself for what he knew would be gruesome behind his glasses, "Lady, if you can't stomach gruesome bloody sights, you might want to turn away." The doctor warned, "Sands... I've gotta see they did, and clean up the blood off your face."
The doctor took out a rag that had been sterilized, walked over to the sink and soaked the rag in luke warm water. He returned, setting the rag down on another tray, and removed his sunglasses.
The doctor gasped, "Fucking bastards. Whoever did this to you certainly knew what they were doing. There is absolutely nothing left. Those fuckers." The doctor cursed before picking up the rag and washing the blood off Sands' face and neck. He then reached into his bag and pulled out sterial large cotton swabs (think jumbo sized, too big to fit in your ear size. lol.) and began dabbing around the eye sockets, soaking up the blood, working his way into the sockets. He couldn't tell anything until the blood was mostly cleaned up. Putting the used swabs down on the tray with the bullets and the unused ones back in his bag he took out sterial cotton balls and put them inside the sockets to soak up the rest of the blood he missed. Pulling the cotton balls out and placing them on the tray with the bullets, the doctor moved in closer looking into the sockets.
"There's a lot of raw nerve endings and swollen, bruised and damaged tissue. With technology today, after you've healed, you more likely than not can be fitted for prostetic eyes, but you'll never be able to see again unless medicine advances quite a bit in your lifetime. The prostetic eyes would be glass, and they wouldn't be able to move. The prostetics would mostly be there as sort of a place holder. With the way your eye sockets are shaped, as is all humans, it is mostly made of tissue, nerves, and connective tissue in a cave like shape. Without the eye, the top of the socket could threaten to cave in or sag lower than it should. Also if your glasses happened to slip, you wouldn't look like a jack-o-lantern. Nobody would be able to tell if they saw them for just a second." The doctor said trying his hardest not to gag or loose his lunch. He had seen quite a few horrid things in his life, especially torture victims of the Cartels, but this topped it all. This was the worst he had ever seen.
"How did you say they removed your eyes?" He asked.
"With a wicked shiny metal drill," Sands responded, "Probably the doctor's own creation." He added sarcastically.
"You're going to need to be seen in a real hospital. There's no way around it. And you'll need physical therapy to learn how to read braille, use a cane, a guide dog if you so choose, how to do every day things blind." The doctor explained as he put a new cotton ball in each eye and wrapped his face with surgical dressing to keep the cotton in place. "That'll hold you over until I can get you to the hosptial."
"No. No hospitals. Too many questions."
"Not where we'll be taking you. Come on Miss. Help me get him up and to my car."
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Post by Lauren on Aug 6, 2007 7:42:34 GMT
Selina turned back when the doctor addressed her. She hadnt felt like looking at Sands eyes, not now, not ever. She was relieved to see that the doctor had bandaged them up.
Selina grabbed her bag and slipped it over her shoulder then walked around to the side of the bed and took Sands hot and clammy hand, pulling him to his feet.
"Are you sure he'll be able to make it to the hospital?" She asked the doctor after looking at Sands pale face. "He nearly collapsed on the way over here,"
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 6, 2007 11:21:29 GMT
Sands grabbed his sunglasses and put them back on his face. He didn't care if the bandages were visible, he just wanted something to cover it enough so he didn't appear to be a walking freak show. He knew exactly what hospital he was going to and exactly what was going to happen once he got there. Doctor Ritter worked under the CIA. He wasn't official CIA, but he was a Doctor employed to care for any fallen Agent within the mexican borders.
"An ambulance will only bring unwanted attention. He has to make it there or he'll be doing more than collapsing. Trust me." He said as the three of them began walking down to the Doctor's car. Once in the car the Doctor helped Sands into the backseat then motioned her into the seat next to Sands. Doctor Ritter got in the driver's seat and as soon as Selina was in the car, he took off for the hospital as quickly as possible.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 6, 2007 11:39:59 GMT
Selina sat in the backseat, watching Sands face intently. "How far away is it?" She was starting to get a little worried. She tore her eyes away from him and watched out of the window instead. How had she gotten herself into this mess? She'd have some interesting postcards to send back to her friends.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 6, 2007 12:50:20 GMT
"Not much farther. It's up ahead on the next block." Doctor Ritter told her as he drove the rest of the distance. He parked his car under the carport and rushed inside grabbing a wheelchair, then returned to the car. Doctor Ritter helped Sands into the chair.
"Help him check into the hospital and I'll be back inside after I park my car." He told her as he got into his car. He then drove off to find a parking space.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 6, 2007 14:44:17 GMT
Selina pushed Sands in through the main door of the hospital. The lobby inside was almost empty, only a few people sitting in the grimey chairs of the waiting room. She left Sands in the waiting room and walked over to the reception desk.
"Urm ..." She tried to think of how she was supposed to explain what happened. "My friend over there ... he urm ... had he eyes taken out ..." The woman on the desk didnt even look up from her paper.
"Name?" She said after a few seconds.
"Sands,"
"Take a seat, someone will be with you in a moment," Selina nodded and went over to sit next to Sands, surprised by the woman's lack of interest.
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