capthepoint | [Closed Thread] Malfunction

Who: Sid and Cliff.
What: Fixing the water malfunction.
When: November 8th, 12:46 PM.
Where: Around the base. Starts in RED base, though.

A somewhat wet Cliff was going straight toward the RED Engineer's room, toolbox in hand and trying not to get anything important soaked. He had already been down to where the water malfunction was, and it was getting kind of flooded down there--high time he got Sid and went to fix it. Cliff looked back over his shoulder and frowned at the wet bootprints being left in his wake, making a mental note to come back and clean that up if it hadn't dried already when they were done.

Now that he was at Sid's door, he lightly rapped his knuckles on the wood. "Hey, Sid! That water thing's gotten a bit worse. 'S prolly a good idea if'n we go fix it." Wait. What if he was busy with something? Just barging in like this would be rude. "--uh, if y'ain't already occupied, that is."

...hopefully Sid was in there. Cliff hadn't bothered to check, and he didn't feel like being the idiot Engineer today.

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"It vill do foah zis. Set it down. Cliff, vould you kindlylie still vhen you ah on it?" The straps were designed to make sure he didn't fall but he didn't want to take any chances. If Cliff fell then that hand would be damaged even further and as it was Maur was dreading to think what would have to be done to save Cliff's life.

"Oh--uh, sure." He should probably get on that thing now, shouldn't he. Cliff got onto the stretcher, momentarily noting how everything just looked weird from this angle. He watched Maur now, idly drumming his uninjured fingers on the bandages. He still felt kind of...well, fuzzy was one way to put it. Cliff figured that would be holding true for a while, though--but hey, maybe he could get a small nap on the stretcher while they went? Probably not.

Taking his hint from the Medic, Sid positioned himself at the head of the stretcher, waiting for Mauritz to finish up with the straps and grip the other end. Cliff still looked pretty woozy, he noted.

On Mauritz's count, he heaved upward, gritting his teeth against the other Engineer's weight. Carefully, they eased up the stairs one at a time and wobbled off in what Sid hoped was the direction of the Medbay.

"Not much farther now," the RED Engineer murmured, hoping he was right.

It really wasn't too much further to the medical bay thankfully. He might have once been able to take down a Soldier in a fist fight but Maur wasn't that young anymore. The doors had stuck open when Sid had gone in to get the stretcher thankfully and it was just a matter of getting Cliff in and onto a bed which took a moment of prying buckles and straps open again.

"Sid, you may go if you vish, I undahstand zat you may not vant to be around foah zis next bit." he said grimly, eyeing the glove covering the crushed hand. he was going to have to attach a blood pack to Cliff as well as some antibiotics to stop infection before he did anything else. He had a feeling he wasn't going to enjoy the next few hours, and neither would Cliff.

"I ain't that bothered by it," Sid said stubbornly, glancing at the bloody remnants of Cliff's hand. After all, he thought, he did see this sort of thing every day. Just... not for so long, usually. And those looked like needles over there. Ugh.

"Guess I better not get in your way, though. You gonna be okay, pal?"

"Gotten worse'n this out there, y'know." Cliff gulped and gave a small grin. Those did indeed look like needles over there, and thank you very much for pointing that out there, Sid. He certainly wasn't looking forward to any of that, unavoidable as it was.

Sid chuckled, a fond smile curving his face, although his eyes still looked worried. "Yeah, figure I prolly done ya worse out there a couple times m'self."

He moved to take Cliff's good hand, but hesitated -- was that gonna be a sensitive issue? -- and went for his shoulder instead, patting him bracingly. "Sure you'll do fine. You're in good hands, 'n 'at."

Pulling away, he glanced at Doc. "Take good care of 'im," he said, feeling helpless. Then he retreated reluctantly to the hallway, pulling the door to the medbay shut behind him.

"I promise, I'll do my best." Maur said before Sid left them. He turned back to Cliff and took a deep breath.

"Cliff...I need to remove zat glove to get a bettah look but...I'm afraid zat za hand may not be saved despite everyzing I do. You need to be prepared in case I am not able to mend it."

"Y--alright, Doc. Jus'...have a go at it." He nodded, expression serious rather than grinning now. That certainly wasn't a very encouraging thought, but it could only get worse the longer it took to get it done. Cliff was already bracing himself, and he figured he was as ready as he'd ever be for this. It was really just kind of like an extension of his work hours, in a weird way--except respawn was definitely not on and things could go wrong. Best not to think about that now.

"Brace yoahself." he warned, reaching for the glove over the mangled hand. He had to lift the arm in order to get the glove free and he immediately wished that he had not.

There was no way the hand was salvageable. He didn't understand how Cliff wasn't screaming in pain with the state of it either.

Cliff wasn't looking at the hand, but he fell a dull twinge when the glove came off. "Was that i--oh God." He had looked over to make sure Doc had actually pulled it off, and was greeted with the sight of his hand how it was. "...that ain't gonna be fixable, is it."

"..." There was no easy way to say it. "No, it isn't. I'm sorry Cliff, zere's nozing I can do except remove it without causing you furzer pain." He'd have to put the Engineer out for that removal but at least the pain would be gone.

Cliff gulped and tore his eyes away from his hand, looking Mauritz square in the eyes. "We'd, ah--best get it over with, then?" He glanced off at the wall, the cold feeling from before only intensifying more each second. "I-If'n there ain't anythin' what can be done." This was not how he had imagined his day going, not at all.

"I'm so sorry Cliff." He breathed quietly. "I'm going to get za anesthetic now, you should just...remain still." Mauritz gently laid a hand on Cliff's shoulder, trying to comfort him before he moved away.

He had to check out Cliff's file to make sure he used the right blood type for the transfusion he'd be needing and to make sure the man wasn't allergic to anything he was about to be given. Only when everything was prepared did he return to Cliff's bedside.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be." Come on, Doc, just get it over with. He wasn't about to say that, but he was definitely thinking it at the moment. This was...not at all how he had thought the day would go, that much was certain.

Mauritz nodded silently and cleaned up Cliffs arm before inserting the needle containing the anaesthetic. He'd get the rest done when Cliff was out.

"Count backvards from vone hundred, please."

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