the "rescue me" meme.

[luft]

the "rescue me" meme.
>> POST your character and preferences.
>> TAG others. use rng if you need or make up your own.
>> HAVE FUN.

001 A BAD DATE - you get a text, a phone call, or maybe you can just see the other person floundering on what clearly must be the worst date of their life. time to step in and save the day.
002 PRISON - maybe they've been wrongly convicted, or maybe you're an accomplice. either way, it's jailbreak. maybe the guards will fall for the old 'wounded prisoner' technique.
003 TAKEN HOSTAGE - they're being held at gunpoint, either for money or for fun. maybe you can talk down their captors, or maybe you are a captor, secretly working to help them.
004 ABUSE/NEGLECT - your body is damaged, your suffering taken it's toll. you can't save yourself anymore. you're wounded, you're starving, maybe even dying. someone, help.
005 ADDICTION - just one more. nothing bad will happen if you just get one more. either way, you can't save yourself from this downward spiral. someone else is going to have to help.
006 YOURSELF - one bad choice after another, your self-destructive tendencies are going to get the best of you unless someone steps in, quick, to save the day.
007 CLIMATIC SITUATION - you're hovering over an active volcano, a pit of sharks, about to fall off a cliff. whatever it is, you've only got precious seconds of life left.
008 LONELINESS - you've been secluded, locked away, and the emptiness is overwhelming. you need company, or you might just drown.
009 UNWANTED SOCIAL FUNCTION - a family reunion, your three o'clock board meeting, whatever it is, you desperately don't want to go. hopefully your good buddy can come up with a distraction.
010 A BAD ROMANCE - you're trapped in a relationship that's headed south, and you can't seem to get away from the other person. looks like you need a helping hand, maybe a prince charming.
011 WILD CARD - make up your own or roll again.

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4 - Because I couldn't resist.

[westgaterider]

[Scott had been missing for a couple of weeks.

People had assumed he'd just up and left for home, but he wasn't answering his phone, and calls put in to SAMNEW had said he hadn't got back.

So, when he randomly shows up in St. Thomas, beaten to a bloody pulp and next to starved, it would be a cause for alarm, right?]

Poor Scott...

[ibelonghere]

[Tara had been called down to look over a baby who had recently been brought in.

Fiddling with her brace a bit as she moves down the stairs, her eyes slowly drift up as usual taking in those milling around.

That's when they land on Scott and her face falls. Shit.]

Jesus...what the hell...

[She moves over to him quickly.]

[westgaterider]

[He looks up, his eyes meeting Tara's, before he just collapses. His clothes are tattered, his kutte ripped to near shreds, aside from the reaper on the back.

He definitely looks in a bad way. A leg might be broken, so might an arm. He looks bruised, abused, and not pretty.]

[ibelonghere]

I need a gurney!

[She hurries over those few steps and kneels down beside him. Her eyes slowly take in the damage.

Deft fingers gently move the ripped kutte from his shoulders, laying it by her side as she checks his arm.

It looked broken but, they'd have to get xrays and it's not until they go to move him that she sees the way his leg it settled. No way it should be turned like that.]

Careful, he might have a broken arm and leg.

[westgaterider]

[There's a twitching of the fingers on his good hand before he grabs Tara's wrist, eyes locking onto hers.]

Don't call the others...

[His voice is rough, ragged along with his breath. There may be some shattered ribs, too.

When the orderlies eventually come with the gurney and he's lifted onto it, it takes all he can to not cry out in pain. There's a pained noise, but it's no louder than a grunt.]

[ibelonghere]

[Turning her head away for all of a second, she picks up his kutte before feeling fingers grab hold of her wrist.

She quickly looks back to Scott, eyes locking with his own.]

Their worried about you...I can't just ignore this...

[She doesn't like the sound of that. Somebody or several somebodies sure did a number on him.

Standing up she tucks his kutte by his side on the gurney before leaning down to speak.]

I have a patient but, once I'm finished I'll come see you.

[westgaterider]

[He's wheeled away before he can respond, and is soon set up in a room. He's seen to by doctors, determining that surgery isn't needed. He just needs rest. He has a broken left arm and right leg, several cracked and broken ribs, numerous bruises, cuts, burns... you name it. He's also malnourished and dehydrated.

...And saying nothing at all.]

[ibelonghere]

[All she can do is watch him get wheeled away. Fingers moving toward her pocket for her cell but, she pulls them away and moves off to see the baby.

It's a good hour until she's about to see him. Having a bit of a backup waiting for her when she was done with her patient.

Moving into the room she lets the door gently close behind her while she moves over to his bedside and takes a seat.]

[westgaterider]

[And Scott opens his eyes, weakly, locking onto Tara.

He looks... surprised. He expected to see Jax or someone, here to grill him about what happened.]

[ibelonghere]

[As much as it killed her to do it, she didn't make the call. Least not yet.

Scooting herself a bit closer to the bed she keeps her gaze locked on him.]

What happened?

[westgaterider]

[And he breaks the gaze, fixing his eyes on the white of his leg cast.]

Personal business.

[ibelonghere]

You realize I call Jax, that line isn't going to fly with him.

[She leans back in the chair slightly.]

[westgaterider]

He's gonna have to let it fucking fly.

[His voice is harsh.]

I don't mix club and personal. Even if being in the club causes the personal issues. It's my bloody mess, I'll deal with it. I'm not dragging anyone else into this.

[ibelonghere]

You saying the club caused this?

[The harshness in his voice doesn't make her flinch. She's used to dealing with this.]

[westgaterider]

Association with the reaper causes backlash.

[He looks right at her.]

You should know that.

[ibelonghere]

[She swallows hard. The brace around her right hand seeming suddenly tighter.]

Docs say how long you'll be a guest for?

[westgaterider]

Couple of weeks.

[And he looks away.]

Jax is just going to have to deal with the fact I don't want to pile more on his king-size plate.

[ibelonghere]

[Tara remains silent. The only sound being the scrap of the chair legs when she pushes it back to get up.]

[westgaterider]

I can't stop you from telling him.

[And he looks back at Tara.]

But all this shit... he doesn't need it.

[Scott can be stubborn... even when he needs help. It can be infuriating.]

[ibelonghere]

[She allows herself to meet his gaze briefly.]

I think he should know.

At least he can get a hold of your boys, let them know you're still alive.

[Tara rubs the back of her neck absently.]

[westgaterider]

[And the eye contact gets broken again as he closes his eyes.]

Aye. That's fine.

[ibelonghere]

Just get some rest.

[She gives him one last look before moving for the door.]

[westgaterider]

[A grunt of acknowledgement.

However, the second that the door closes, his face screws up, and he can't help but start crying. He knows about the window, of course, but he's more or less alone.

Something happened. More than Scott would let on.]

[ibelonghere]

[Tara stands outside the door for a bit, before moving down the hall.

She's already got her cell out. Making the call to Jax.]

[brains_before_bullets]

[It rings a few times before he answers.]

Tara? Everything okay?