"Hell-LO-o?!" Abby called, a frustrated wave of her hand at what she perceived as being ignored. It didn't stop her from being hot on Rory's heels as he carried Pippa through the apartment and into Cait's room. In fact, she pushed right past the taller woman and knelt on the bed as Rory was placing Pippa on the duvet-covered mattress. "Look, I let you people do whatever the hell you want when it comes to your hoodoo bullshit and horsey garbage, but this is MY calling, my job, my duty to make sure she gets the medical attention she needs and I said to call for an ambulance right now."
As she spoke, her hand was at Pippa's neck, then her wrist...checking and rechecking her vital signs. She rubbed her knuckles over the pale girl's sternum, swore again. "Look, she barely has a pulse--it's thready at best, she isn't responding to painful stimuli--RORY!"
She barked his name when he seemed more interested in running his hands over his girlfriend than listening to her. Abby was trying to do too many things at once: assess Pippa's condition, plot a course of treatment, get these assholes to listen to her...Pippa's hand--
"Fine, I'll call them myself!" She moved off the bed and stormed out of the room, heading for the telephone in the kitchen. "Keep her flat, cover her up...and get him off of her!"
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Date: 2008-08-31 07:39 am (UTC)As she spoke, her hand was at Pippa's neck, then her wrist...checking and rechecking her vital signs. She rubbed her knuckles over the pale girl's sternum, swore again. "Look, she barely has a pulse--it's thready at best, she isn't responding to painful stimuli--RORY!"
She barked his name when he seemed more interested in running his hands over his girlfriend than listening to her. Abby was trying to do too many things at once: assess Pippa's condition, plot a course of treatment, get these assholes to listen to her...Pippa's hand--
"Fine, I'll call them myself!" She moved off the bed and stormed out of the room, heading for the telephone in the kitchen. "Keep her flat, cover her up...and get him off of her!"