Red Red Whine

[Assyria Palmazio]

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[attr="class","Syrinert"]Their mission had been simple. Though things didn't feel so simple as she sat up trying to remember what happened. Syri didn't remember the ambush or what had happened prior. Their target, the last thing she remembered was coming around the corner and pain shooting through her side. No, moving was damned near impossible. "Cazzo" the Italian curse word came out of her mouth before she could stop it. Some one was putting pressure on her wound.

"She's going to bleed out of we don't do something." Syri hated people touching her and she was hissing and reaching for her weapon to shoot whomever's voice that was. Only Michael and a few others could touch her without a panic attack setting in. Syri didn't like being prone or vulnerable and right now she was both. She struggled but in the end couldn't sit up. There was just a low whine of pain, and not the pleasurable kind.

Right about now she would be yelling at whomever was there to stop touching her but she didn't have the strength to do more then let out low hissing as they put pressure on the wound. The Italian language made less and less sense as the voice around her were all mumbling. Her eyes were heavy. She had already lost a lot of blood and she had no idea how long she had been laying there.

∵ Michelangelo Palmazio ∵

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[attr="class","Syrinerlyric"]Pozostaw zaginionych i martwych w tyleا
Teraz twoja zmiana ma uciekać na okładkę

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[Michelangelo Palmazio]

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[attr="class","Michelright"] Michael couldn't lose Syri – not here, not now. Yet that was the very reality he now found himself facing. His options were limited, mostly because taking a wanted assassin to a hospital for treatment should have been out of the question. If he choose not to, however, then she died. End of story. "I'm well aware of that," Michael snapped. Did the man next to him assume he was blind? He'd killed enough times to know a life-threatening wound when he saw one, even if his own work didn't tend to be this sloppy. Pushing the other man out of the way, Michael pressed his own jacket firmly against the entry wound, trying to keep her from bleeding out all over the floor. Syri was the type of person that hated being touched, evident as she squirmed beneath the pressure he now applied. Michael growled under his breath; she was not making this easy on him. "Stop struggling, Syri. It's me." The driver slammed on the brakes, well short of the next stoplight, sending Michael sprawling forward. He quickly regained his grip on Syri's makeshift bandage, opening his mouth to tear into yet another person who couldn't do their job properly. But the next words he heard changed everything. "Paramedic just entered that apartment complex. You wanted more discrete than a hospital. That's it." Michael managed a small smile. Forcing a paramedic to save Syri's life was exactly the kind of solution he needed. If she could manage to save, then he'd even leave her alive when this was over. A life for a life. But Michael had no intention to reward failure. That would earn the paramedic a single bullet in the back of the head. "Pull over. Follow her inside. You two, help me get Syri inside." Assyria Palmazio [attr="class","Michelright2"]

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[Assyria Palmazio]

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[attr="class","Syrinert"]Hearing Michael’s voice she wanted to push him off, it hurt and Syri wasn’t exactly amicable with pain no matter who was applying the pressure. Though Michael was the one person who wouldn’t get shot for touching her. Not that she was in any state to do much more than squirm. “Odpierdolić” No, the last person that needed to be here was Michael. She hissed more and when the driver slammed on the breaks she started letting out a string of all the curse words she knew in both Italian and in Polish.

Syri could barely make out what they were talking about. “No hospitals” The Polish continued as she always felt more comfortable using it. Italian wasn’t a think when she wasn’t focused. Everything was spinning.

There was a period of time that Syri wasn’t paying attention to what was going on. She woke up to a female voice. There were no females in the car. “She needs a doctor.” Beth avoided using the word hospital because she had a feeling if they were going to go to the hospital they would just go five more blocks and take this woman there.

Syri heard knocking and gunfire when one of the men shot at the front door towards whomever was knocking. “Stop.” Syri was trying to take command of what was going on but she was weak.

“She’s lost a lot of blood. She needs fluids. Someone get me water from the tap, not cold.” Beth wasn’t about to ask for names but she only had so many hands and now hers were covered in blood. Beth saw the bottle of water. “Tap water not bottled water.” Was there a language barrier or something because this guy was looking at her funny. Beth didn’t have an iv or anything. “I am going to need the pain medication in the bottom right drawer.” Her voice was wavering. Beth was scared out of her mind despite kicking the nightstand to explain which drawer she was talking about.Syri was trying to protest, she was feeling woozy. Whatever this woman had just given her had just put her out for the count.

∵ Michelangelo Palmazio ∵

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[attr="class","Syrinerlyric"]Pozostaw zaginionych i martwych w tyleا
Teraz twoja zmiana ma uciekać na okładkę

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[Michelangelo Palmazio]

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[attr="class","Michelright"] Banging on the apartment's front door loud enough to be heard, Michael did his best to look friendly, but also to look like he had a reason to be there. The paramedic inside could assume what she wanted – salesman, neighbor in need, whatever – provided she opened the door. Michael preferred to do this the easy way; keeping breaking down the door on the table as a secondary option, should it prove necessary, but only as a last resort. The last thing Michael wanted to do was attract undue attention: they were armed, one of their own was bleeding, and they were taking a paramedic hostage. People tended to call the cops for things like that. As soon as the door opened, Michael leveled the gun at Beth's chest – cold, calculated purpose behind his actions. This was someone trained to help other people, but Syri was dying and the paramedic could use the additional incentive to save her life. When it came to the woman he loved, Michael wasn't about to take chances, making the message clear and concise. "If she dies, you die." Michael lowered the gun, as he pushed his way into the apartment. The threat would be enough; Beth didn't need the barrel pressed up against the back of her head while she worked. Steady hands would be a necessity here. She wouldn't have those if she was shaking like a leaf in the wind. This, at least, would help assure her that he wasn't liable to pull the trigger at any moment. If the knock on the door behind them was any indication, someone from one of the nearby apartments had stepped out to check on the commotion. The poor sap earned a bullet for his trouble, as one of his men fired through the door. Michael gritted his teeth. He would have to berate the man later. The shot – in these close confines – would be loud enough for everyone to hear. Probably even the half-deaf old lady down the hall. If someone didn't call the cops, he'd consider it a minor miracle. "You're what I've got. No doctor. Don't let me down." Michael tossed the bottled water back at the other man. He had no tolerance for someone that couldn't follow simple instructions. Michael passed her the pain medication. "From the sink. Don't make the young woman ask again." When the hired gun returned, he passed a glass full of water over to Beth. He lingered overly long at her side, openly peering down her shirt. Michael failed to notice, too concerned with Syri's well-being. Assyria Palmazio [attr="class","Michelright2"]

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[attr="class","Bethnert"]Somewhere between doctors and fearing for her life Beth just focused on doing a job she wasn’t fully trained for, but it just had to be enough to keep her alive. Healing would be much slower and things were making Beth nervous. Then there was the hired help staring down her shirt. Beth noticed, it was uncomfortable. “I don’t want that one in the room.” She indicated with her head to the one staring down her shirt. “He’s making me uncomfortable.”

Beth was glad that the only neighbor likely home that she thought had a criminal record anyway. Some drug dealer. Yeah, she didn’t exactly live on the best side of town. “I need an extra set of hands. She needs to drink this.” Beth pointed out. “I can’t do both.” Once she got the bleeding controlled enough to where she could have her own set of hands she started crushing the pain medication so that Syri could also get it in her system much quicker.

Back to work, Beth was thankful that Syri was too weak to fight back. “Stop moving. I won’t lie this is going to hurt. But I’ve no choice.” Of course she didn’t have a choice she had to dig a bullet out of the woman’s side and then perform surgery that she wasn’t qualified in doing. Beth pinched the arteries closed before she got the bullet out. Syri let out a huge hiss and tried to squirm.

As Beth was putting everything back together, Syri was grumbling in Polish telling Beth off with every name in the book. Luckily Beth didn’t understand her, she just took a few breaths and tried to keep her nerves down. “I’m sorry Tanner.” She whispered as she glanced at the clock. Right, she’d promised she’d meet him in the next 15 minutes and there was no way she was going to make it to their favorite restaurant.

There came another bang on the door after her phone rang and was subsequently turned off so it couldn’t be traced. After announcing his presence, Beth froze. It was her dad’s girlfriend’s ex husband. “CPD Internal Affairs.” Beth whispered as she finished stitching up with Syri. This was about to get messy. Syri was much too weak to still move.

∵ Michelangelo Palmazio ∵

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[attr="class","Bethnerlyric"]I could fly higher than an eagle
because You're the wind beneath my wings

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[Michelangelo Palmazio]

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[attr="class","Michelright"] Michael glared at the man. If Syri died because this moron couldn't keep his eyes off of a pretty paramedic, then Michael would giftwrap a bullet just for him – one that would ensure him a cemetery plot six feet under. In the old days, you would tie a cement block to their leg and push them into the nearest body of water. Michael preferred a faster end – why prolong suffering, or give your victim the possibility of escape? "You heard her. Out. I don't want to see you back in here." By the time Michael had sent the other man off, Beth was requesting help again; this time in making sure Syri drank the glass of tap water. Beth indicated getting fluids in her was critical, but that was difficult if she was passed out on the couch. "She's in and out of consciousness. How am I supposed to get her to drink all of this?" As Beth continued to work, Michael heard the whispered name – Tanner, she'd said. The guy could have been just a friend, or a coworker, but the way Beth said his name, this Tanner fellow had to be something more. Hopefully, if she had been supposed to meet him, he didn't decide to come and investigate. Things could get... complicated then. Michael didn't like complicated. At the very least, maybe he could put Beth at ease by talking about someone she cared about. "Boyfriend? You've been seeing each other long?" Things did get more complicated a few minutes later. There was another loud bang on the door and a man's voice, which seemed to ring a bell with Beth because she put a title to his name. "You know him? Don't say the wrong thing." Annabeth Tucker [attr="class","Michelright2"]

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[Annabeth Tucker]

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[attr="class","Bethnert"]Beth was glad that Michael sent the other man out, it gave her a little bit of room to breathe but her life was still in danger so she just tried to focus. Then Michael was asking about getting Syri to drink. “Just give her as much as she will take when she wakes up.” Anything was better than nothing. The cup she’d used was the type with a straw that came up out of the cup. So Michael would have a little luck there perhaps.

When Michael asked about Tanner she wasn’t really sure what to say. She didn’t really want to get personal so she didn’t elaborate more but she simply answered the question. “Yes.” Well they hadn’t been labeling each other long but that was the case. “He will worry about me.” She decided to point out instead of answering the second question. Michael didn’t need to know how close her and Tanner were or how long they’d been together. That wasn’t his business.

Michael’s questions continued. Did this man ever shut up? “Vaguely, a friend of my dad’s girlfriend.” That was about as uncomplicated answer she could think of. Michael hadn’t asked and she wasn’t going to volunteer that her dad was a police detective. Syri was coming around back to consciousness as the man got on the phone outside.

∵ Michelangelo Palmazio ∵

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[attr="class","Bethnerlyric"]I could fly higher than an eagle
because You're the wind beneath my wings

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[Michelangelo Palmazio]

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[attr="class","Michelright"] Michael nodded as Beth clarified her earlier instructions. Typically he was calm and level-headed in life and death situations, but it was different when it was someone you cared about. When Syri started to stir, Michael encouraged her to try drinking some water, holding the cup's straw up to her lips. "I want you to take a couple of sips for me." With his other hand, Michael kept his gun pointed at the door. If Beth said anything, or the other man grew suspicious, then he might try doing something stupid. The famous motto be prepared jumped to mind. Michael would be prepared to deal with any unwanted intrusions, even if that meant putting a bullet right between the eyes of someone who shouldn't have planted himself in this situation, knowingly or not. At least it wasn't Tanner, her boyfriend. Shooting him would have made the rest of today rather awkward in a challenging sort of way. Not that shooting a family friend would be much of an improvement. Michael looked down at Syri, over at Beth, and then towards the door. "Get rid of him. Otherwise my men will." Annabeth Tucker [attr="class","Michelright2"]

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[Assyria Palmazio]

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Syri hated being told what to do. But Michael seemed to be able to do that without too much of a fuss, besides she didn’t have the strength to argue with him. Syri felt thirsty too so there was that. She did as she was told and took a few sips of water no matter how weak she felt. There was hissing as Beth worked. Though there was no way around it.

Syri heard Beth saying something about watching an action film too loudly and getting riled up and that she’d turn it down and stop upsetting her paranoid neighbors. The man seemed to take it and left. Beth was thankful for that but that would only buy them some amount of time. “He’s going to try calling again, if I don’t answer the phone he’s going to send officers. If I answer, I can hold off the officers.” She explained. Though that meant someone was going to have to put her on speaker so that she could keep working.

Beth knew she didn’t have control of the situation and she hadn’t looked up from her work as she finished up with what she was doing. “There is a chance this stitching can come loose over time. It’s not meant to be a permanent solution.” There was probably a doctor they kept on payroll or something somewhere. Beth knew how these types of people operated. “She still needs to see a doctor as soon as possible.” Beth said as she finished. “Until then, she needs to be kept as still as possible.” Great, now she was sounding like a doctor. Beth couldn’t deny she was rambling out of nerves but it was information they needed regardless.

Syri heard the conversation and looked towards Michael. Where were they and why was she here? Syri stretched one arm to reach for Michael, feeling vulnerable wasn’t her thing but she trusted him. Syri trusted Michael to keep her safe.

∵ Michelangelo Palmazio ∵

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[Michelangelo Palmazio]

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[attr="class","Michelright"] Syri was in pain. The hissing told him that much, but there wasn't anything Michael could do to make her more comfortable. The only thing he could do was remain by her side. "It's okay," Michael tried to assure Syri. Honestly, considering the amount of pain she must be in, and how confused she appeared, he was half-surprised she hadn't tried killing someone yet. That was taking into account how weak she was from the gunshot wound. "You're going to be okay." The action movie excuse, fed to a nosey neighbor, would only go so far, considering the paramedic didn't strike him as the action movie type. Michael's skeptical look said as much. Too much of that in her current job, maybe? Michael would just have to trust Beth to get rid of this annoyance, if the other man came to check on her again. A difficult situation. Michael wasn't in the business of trusting anyone. Trust got you dead. Reaching out for Syri's hand, Michael affectionately laced his fingers with hers. Beth could think what she wanted of this – whether it was the gesture of a platonic friend or romantic. "Understood. Anything else I need to know?" Even the smallest piece of information could prove vital and, if the doctor treating her found the additional details invaluable, then playing twenty questions would be worth it. The ringing phone grabbed his attention and Michael snatched it up, glancing at the caller ID. The mafia made note, of course, of the major players in the CPD, just as the CPD did of the mafia. So this is the part where things started to get complicated, but if Beth could hold up her end of the bargain, then maybe everyone could escape without anyone getting killed. "Take care of this problem," Michael instructed her – like it was the easiest thing in the world – and answered the phone, holding it up to Beth's face. Assyria Palmazio [attr="class","Michelright2"]

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[attr="class","Syrinert"]How was getting shot okay? Syri gave him a look that spoke volumes. It was usually the one she gave to people when she wanted them to stop blabbering and just shut up and do their job. One she didn't ordinarily shoot Michael but righ now she didn't want to hear him. There was another hiss as Beth worked but she drank the water that was offered to her at Michael's coaxing.

So instead of keeping his mouth shut Michael decided to yabber at the girl who was causing her pain. Well that is how Syri saw it in immense amounts of pain. She was still delirious and had no idea anyone was trying to help but there was little she could do to get away, moving hurt too much.

Beth worked and only spoke when asked questions. “I'll let you know as I know. “ Beth just wanted to go on her date tonight, she just wanted to go have dinner with Tanner. Then there was the phone pressing up against her ear. Syri listened to the conversation.

“You know the neighbor upstairs is hard of hearing and paranoid. It's a movie that I had too loud. I'm alright, The gunshot? Me cleaning my weapon. Not paying attention. I'm fine.” Beth continued to work. “I gotta go; I've got a lot to do. No, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll stop by and it's late and I need to sleep. Bye.” She indicated with her head to hang up the phone but never stopped what she was doing. Once she was satisfied that the phone was hung up she looked at Michael. “No one else is coming but I have done all that I can for her.” Beth closed up the area she was working in on Syri and made sure the woman was alright.

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∵ Michelangelo Palmazio ∵

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[attr="class","Michelright"] Michael listened to the good news, the slightest slip of a smile the only indication he'd heard Beth at all. Syri wasn't out of the woods quite yet, but the situation wasn't as dire as before. It didn't stop his heart from pounding away in his chest -- a reminder of the close call. Finally Michael spoke, his eyes locking on Beth's. Their arrangement hadn't gone forgotten. She would, thanks to her efforts, get to live another day. "We had a deal. You carried out your end. Thank you." Michael might be a criminal, per the police and other law enforcement agencies, but he could be unfailingly polite when the situation, or the person, warranted it. In this case, despite Beth's impression of him, she had stabilized Syri. That was worthy of his respect. More than that, his gratitude. The family business might consider the debt square -- Beth's life for Syri's. His own personal code demanded more. "I owe you. Whatever you need. You can take some time. Think about it." Annabeth Tucker [attr="class","Michelright2"]

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