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Post by confused on Nov 23, 2007 0:18:23 GMT -4
*COUGH*COUGH*
His body hurt like hell. Blood seeping out the cuts across every part of skin across his body. His head was pounding like he had a migraine. His eyes closed tightly because the light hurt them when he opened them. He laid across the ground. Curled up in a fetal-like position.
*COUGH*COUGH*
He wasn't even sure where the hell he was right now. All he knew was that it was a dimly lit area. The ground was hard. Probably concrete. It felt like concrete. There were lights on above but weren't all over the place. He could make out some blurry shapes that appeared to be a car. He wasn't sure. It was a blurred silhouette of a shadow.
*COUGH*COUGH*
It was probably a parking lot that he was in. He wasn't sure. It hurt to think. For some strange reason, he couldn't remember a thing. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know how he got there. He didn't know his name. He didn't know his age. He didn't know what his hometown was. He basically didn't remember a damn thing...
*COUGH*COUGH*
He heard the sound of footsteps slowly approaching the area he was in. On instinct, he slowly looks up from the floor he was laying on. His hair dangled infront of his face, so he couldn't get a clear view of who it was. Atleast, from this angle and from where he was on the floor, he couldn't tell.
*COUGH*COUGH*
His throat hurt. So he couldn't necessarily speak clearly. He tried to say something but only managed to say...
"Ugh..."
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Post by heaven on Nov 23, 2007 22:38:59 GMT -4
It had been another long day at the office, as it seems that with this APW season drawing ever closer near she's been busier then last. She walked through the parking lot just outside the Tower, the heels of her boots echoing as she makes her way towards her 2008 Camaro, painted red with a black stripe with a white trim running down the middle of it. She pulls the keys from her purse and is just about to unlock the car when she could hear someone else in the parking lot, who seems rather frustrated. Another employee decided to stay this late she thought. She looked around in the empty parking lot and could just make out the image of someone sitting on the ground just underneath one of the street lights, struggling to stand it would seem. Chantell slowly made her way over towards the person, standing just a foot or two away, she kneels down as she tries to get a look at who it is.
Are you OK?
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Post by confused on Nov 23, 2007 23:35:05 GMT -4
He heard the sound of a voice calling out to him. A female voice. He wasn't sure if it was familiar to him or not. It might have been a friendly face. He wouldn't remember it even if it was someone he knew. They didn't sound threatening. Perhaps they weren't threatening. He lifted his head from the ground to look up at the figure closing in. He only had one eye open. His right eye. It was still hard to see. The blood on his face didn't make it any easier. With his right arm clenched over across his stomach, he extended his left arm out to the woman. It hurt to move, but he managed to try and reach out to the figure.
*COUGH*COUGH*
The pain in his chest burned with each cough. It hurt to breathe. It hurt all over his body. How he ended up this way? He didn't know. He couldn't remember anything before a few seconds ago when he regained consciousness. He felt like he was dying. Maybe he was. He wasn't aware of how severe his injuries were. He just knew his body was in pain. He tried to communicate back with the figure...
".....Uhhh....."
He fell back onto the concrete floor as he reached out. Losing his balance and ending up back on his side. Hoping this person was here to help.
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Post by heaven on Nov 24, 2007 20:42:06 GMT -4
She watches as he falls back on his side, and wonders who would do this? There have been many gang wars in the poorer parts of the Toronto area, but to see someone left for dead like this was just wrong. Memories of watching her friends getting fucked up every which way was hard for Chantell to take, and now even seeing someone she's never met before like this, she knows that no matter what they did, they shouldn't be punished like this. moves even closer to the man before pulling out her cell phone. 911. The phone was quickly answered by someone.
Hello, this is Chantell Angel, I found a man who looks like he might die, please here to the parking lot of Angel Tower just past the Air Canada Center...
The person on the other end quickly dispatches an ambulance, though it may be a few moments before they arrive. She closes her phone, and shoves it back in her pocket, before grabbing the mans free arm, and slowly begins to pick him up. She was quite strong for her size, spending much of her free time in the gym and training in various forms of Judo and Jiu-Jitsu. She tosses his arm around the back of her neck and lifts him to his feet. His face was covered in blood and dirt, and he had severe swelling to his face; even if she knew him, she couldn't recognize him.
Don't worry, I'm here to help. Just try to stay calm until help arrives.
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Post by confused on Nov 24, 2007 21:49:55 GMT -4
Great. She was a friendly person. She had called for help and it was on the way. He didn't recognize her. He could see her more clearly now that she was helping him stand. Nope. Not the slightest clue who she was. He was glad that she was helping him out of this place. He knew he couldn't have done it himself. She was very strong for being a woman. He wasn't sure how she was about to carry or support his weight, but she seemed to be able to do it. That was good. It wasn't like he was criticizing her, but it's not the typical thing for someone her size to hold up someone his size. His 6'4 feet tall frame had to be heavy. Maybe. He didn't know. He wasn't sure of himself. He wasn't a big person. He was skinny. Then again, he was also hungry. Starving even. Too much was going through his mind at once. He felt too weak to even stand up on his own. The blood loss wasn't helping either. As she was helping him walk, a small puddle was spread where he was laying. He couldn't wait for the ambulance to come. He wasn't sure he was going to make it. Possibly the hospital could help take care of him. He lifted his head and turned his head to look over to the woman helping him. He tried to communicate again with the little strength he had in his body...
"Th-....th-th-...."
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Post by heaven on Nov 24, 2007 22:11:34 GMT -4
They slowly inched there way towards Chantell's car, there she could let him down so they could wait for help to arrive. She could hear the sirens rapidly approaching the scene, but it would still take another 2 or 3 minutes, which was time they might not have. She gently let him down on the side of the car, he was still holding his ribs, but now he had back support, thought it wasn't comfortable, can't imagine a car tire is, but its better then nothing. She removed her black dress coat and tore off one of the sleeves; she had more back at her father's mansion so she wasn't upset about ruining an expensive jacket. She folds it up and began wiping the blood from his face, mainly around the cut. She placed it so that it would cover his swollen left eye, and cover most of the wounds on his face. She then took her bandanna and wrapped it around his head and the rag of a jacket, to help hold it in place.
Any Better?
She stays kneed down beside him, checking to see if the ambulance has arrived yet. It was close, she could see it. Only another minute to go.
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Post by confused on Nov 24, 2007 22:34:34 GMT -4
Sitting against that car tire, he titled his head back and rested it against the car. Now with a makeshift bandage covering his facial wounds. That was good. It made things a little better. The blood would stop trickling down his face for the most part. He slowly opened his good eye upon hearing her speak to him again. He slowly raised his head off the car a little bit and began to nod his head. Indicating that it was a little better. Atleast, it would do for his face for now. He kept his arm across his stomach tightly to stop what bleeding was happening there. He tilted his head back onto the car and turned it to look at the direction the sirens were coming. Trying to see how far the ambulance was from their location.
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Post by heaven on Nov 24, 2007 22:45:20 GMT -4
The ambulance arrived just moments after, as the paramedics quickly snapped into action, placing him on a stretcher, and loading him into the vehicle. She steps inside with him, to ensure his safety and it takes off towards the nearest hospital. While driving one of the paramedics works to replace Chantells makeshift bandage with more suitable ones and applying a lotion to prevent all the cuts from infection. It isn't long after wards that they arrive at the hospital and is quickly rushed inside. Chantell is asked to wait outside, while doctors preform x-rays, and bandage everything that may be broken. With everything now out of her hands she takes a seat in the waiting room as she waits for any news. Not a bad way to start of the night.
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Post by confused on Nov 24, 2007 23:02:40 GMT -4
After taking X-Rays and performing a thorough check up on the patient, a doctor pushes his way through the emergency room doors. He begins to look around for the woman that had brought him in.
Doctor: "Ms. Angel?"
The doctor spotted her instantly. As he walked over to her, a look of concern came over his face for the news he had for her. It wasn't going to be good. He placed the clipboard under his arm as he folded them. Then he began to speak to her again...
Doctor: "Yes. Well, I've got some good news and I've got some bad news. The good news is that he'll survive. He'll live. It's fortunate that you found him when you did. Had he been there overnight, I don't think he would have made it miss. The bad news... He's in pretty bad shape. A few broken ribs. Major blood loss. A lot of cuts that may leave scars. The man has plenty of old scars scattered among his body, but he'll have some new ones now too. And it seems his right eye had been removed. It doesn't look recent. It appears his eye hasn't been there for quite some time but, it looks like someone tried to make it worse. He's been starved too it seems. It looks like he hasn't eaten or hasn't eaten much in quite awhile. He's just in really bad shape. It's a miracle that he's even still breathing."
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Post by heaven on Nov 24, 2007 23:14:29 GMT -4
She is taken back by the news as she didn't expect it to be nearly this bad. Someone removed his eye, just who would try to do such a thing she thought. This is the kind of thing that Chantell had hoped she escaped from years ago when she left New York to be with her father, but it seems trouble like this just follows her around.
Well Doc, make sure he gets something to eat, and make sure he's plenty healthy before you release him, which I understand may take awhile.
She pauses for a moment, and the doctor seems satisfied as he turns and begins to walk away.
Wait...Could I go talk to him? I'd like to know who he is.
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Post by confused on Nov 24, 2007 23:30:44 GMT -4
The doctor paused for a moment as he heard her speak again. He began to turn around and thought for a brief moment. He was kind of hesitant at first, but he could tell by the expression on her face that she must've been concerned for this man. Normally, he wouldn't have let anyone by with these kind of injuries, but he decided he could make an acception just this once. He waved for her to follow him.
Doctor: "Sure. Right this way m'amm."
He began to continue down the hall toward the emergency room door. Off to locate the patient so that Ms. Angel could speak with him.
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Post by heaven on Nov 28, 2007 10:53:20 GMT -4
They both arrived at the room where the man was being kept, and the doctor opened the door for her so that she could see him after being in intensive care after fighting for his life. She walks over to the bed, and takes a seat on the corner, just so she could get a clean look at who he was. He looked vaguely familiar but, in his condition it was to tell just who he was, perhaps he was an old friend of hers from when she lived in New York, but these were all questions she would find out in time; for now, it was time for her to leave so that he could get some rest. Before leaving however she reaches into her purse and pulls out a business card and places it on the table next to her.
Action Packed Wrestling CEO: Chantell Angel Phone Number: (905) 279-4355 Address: 26453 York St. Toronto Ontario
Hopefully when he wakes up he'll see the card and give her a call to update his condition to her. She then quietly makes her exit, it was time for her to go home after such an eventfully night
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