[ voice, 12/18, after dark ]

[amberhearted]

[ the voices are somewhat muffled because the phone is in his pocket. neither of them sound in good shape. ]

I'll-- I'll help you up. Let's go.

[ those who know nick will recognize the second voice as his: ] This is turning out to be a pretty crappy rescue, man, I'm sorry. [ this is followed by the sound of clothes rustling as the two dudes get up. ] It's this way.

[ the sound of snow crunching beneath shoes might be faintly heard. ]

Two trauma cases. First, hemorrhage, suspected class two. Second, penetrating trauma, chest, broken ribs. Not... No major blood loss yet. [ a pause. ] Where are we?

Just outside of town. [ this is followed by a more precise location. ]

Requesting aid. And if anyone can contact... Ravindra, that'd be great. Thanks.

[ a short stretch of silence. ]

Re- Recline your chair or lie in the backseat.

I can manage, your injuries sounded a lot worse. There's a first aid kit in the back. [ the muffled sound of a car door opening. ] I only have basic training, but if you tell me what to do I can help.

[ rustling as alex sits down, butt-ending the connection. ]

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[scramasax]

Mmnh. [Sound made as supplementary to a nod.] -- I can -

... -- Do you want me to -- uhm -- write it down, or -- [Dictate it, perhaps, if give it at all specifically at this very moment - avoid assuming!]

[amberhearted]

No, ah-- Hold on, let me get a pen and paper-- [ accompanied by the sound of him moving items around to do so. he's already at his desk, strangely enough, because sitting in his chair is easier on his ribs than slouching on the bed as he's wont to do. ]

Okay, ready.

[scramasax]

[Moment. Halting starting "Uhh - ..." to begin with, and then recites. Light on the voice to lend to evenness, each digit tapered and then lopped off between pauses. Lower on the last one to mark completion.

And then goes back to quiet to ensure it's been received and await any prompting for anything further.]

[amberhearted]

[ he holds onto the pen even after he's finished jotting down hajime's number, flipping it against his thumb. ]

Alright, then. I'm gonna try to catch some z's. If you think of anyone or anything else, let me know, yeah?

[scramasax]

Yeah - ...! I'll keep -- ...I'll keep thinking. [Now that he's got a cause to work around.] -- And I'll tell John.

[And - Alex just said he was going to get some sleep, probably should let it be, expect to hear more when and if he needs to hear more for now, but first - muttering - ] -- Thank you for um -- telling... -- telling - me - ...

[amberhearted]

[ his lips quirk in a would-be smile. ]

And back to you. Good night, Anthony.

[scramasax]

[He's got an abrupt wonder to ask what exactly the "back to you" is referring to - but pulls it back and quiet, again, let it be, especially that Alex has already given a line to close the conversation on his end.] -- Good, uhm. -- Good night.

[Subdued and conclusively mumbled.]