pick up these broken pieces

[snowandfrost]

WHO: Caitlin, Sara, Mick, Savitar
WHAT: Continued from here. Savitar broke his hand, Mick, Sara, and Caitlin try to fix humpty dumpty.
WHERE: Outside of the Waverider


Broken metatarsals. Bruising. Luckily no internal bleeding. Luckily.

"I'm going to need a gurney fast. And I'll need to get him to STAR Labs in order to set the bones correctly. For now, can you help me find something to temporarily make a splint?" Caitlin asks, going into doctor mode immediately.

She looks down at his face, pushing aside her feelings of the last time they had interacted in the run down museum that called itself the Hall of Justice. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and reaches to press two cold fingers against his neck, trying to find a pulse.

"Savitar, it's Caitlin," she says, hoping he would hear her.

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[vivifier]

At some point during all this commotion, Savitar apparently blanked out. Probably from the shock, probably from the pain. The last time he felt anything like that had been...well. Long before he was Savitar, anyway.

The feel of someone touching him, however, startled him out of this blankness and right back into agony. He blinked up at her, trying to catch his breath and really really trying not to scream. "Cait-"

[strongerthanyouknow]

It's easy enough a connection that Sara does it without much thought to at all. Reaching up and pulling out a baton from under her shirt and along her back. Always on her. One of the many, many weapons that can be said about. Always somewhere. Always on her. Always not defenseless. Even though that word would never fit her without a single one.

Extending its length with the grip of two hands. "Here. It won't bend or break so you're good."

[snowandfrost]

Caitlin is surprised when she pulls a baton out from seemingly nowhere. She'll need to ask her how that happened at a later date.

"Thank you."

She takes the baton, she shortens it to the length of Savitar's forearm, then reaches to tear at the material at the hem of her skirt for a strip of bandage to work with.

"He's a speedster. Why didn't his hand almost immediately heal?"

[strongerthanyouknow]

"No clue." Is honest and to the point.

"It seems like Gideon is getting more specific about no one getting in."
It doesn't answer the question, but it's tangential. Especially more happens like it.

[snowandfrost]

Caitlin glances back t the ship.

"Gideon isn't letting the Legends on, not letting a speedster get through. Is it possible that there's a virus involved? hack from somewhere to have made this happen?"

[strongerthanyouknow]

"I'm not counting out anything." Not without any clues or answers.
Not with the only things on the ground being repercussions and expulsions.



Sara raises a hand, tapping the comm in her ear. "Mick. Eta? Where are you?"
How long does it take to steal whatever all it was Snow had asked him to find?

[bringstheheat]

One block out.

And sure enough, a moment later a large panel van pulls up and Mick piles out. Cait gets a fully stocked medical bag first before Mick is going back for the stretcher. If the kid hasn't been able to move yet, he's gonna have to be wheeled to where they're going.

"Is it just the arm or anything else?" He can lift him, but Mick isn't going to jostle the kid until he knows the extent of his injuries.

[snowandfrost]

"Concussion," Caitlin replies, still watching his pupils react to the little light that they have so far. He isn't as vocal as he was the last time they had met. She opens up the medical kit to find gauze, bandage, anything to help secure his arm to his chest and allow for the minimal amount of movement. He's just a patient. Her movements are careful, methodical, well practiced from long nights in the ER.

"Put the gurney next to him. Guys, I need you to help me get him on the gurney as quickly as possible with the least amount of movement." A pointed stare at Mick for this one.

[strongerthanyouknow]

"Hand," Sara is saying at the same time as Snow's own first response. She's not the doctor, but she knows enough to know enough to get by, and she'd be surprised if it's not dozen things wrong with his hand by now. Finger bones were so easy to break.

To the latter, all Sara says is, "Got it."

Taking in Caitlin's pointed look, if not anything to go with it, because Sara has no doubt in the work Mick can do, both daily and when he needs to. She just directs rather than corrects: "Get his feet."

[bringstheheat]

"Hang on." And without waiting for Sara to respond, knowing that she won't object to the delay, Mick slides a back board from beneath the thin mattress of the gurney. If the kid isn't in any shape to sit up or move on his own, even with a bad hand break, he doesn't want to risk jostling him.

"We slide it up under him. Then we lift." Keeping him more stable and getting that busted up arm more secure.

What? He's put enough people in ambulances and ridden in them enough to know where just about everything is.

[snowandfrost]

She nods. Always being surprised in her life. Caitlin goes to where Sara is directing because she's not one to give field pointers. Caitlin takes her place and waits for the next instruction.

[strongerthanyouknow]

Sara's game enough for following some direction. Especially while Gideon isn't at their beck and call to fix things like this as though they couldn't become worse under her ministrations. Which really starting to rankle across the back of her mind. Gideon doling out punishment rather than helping.

It's easier enough help lift him and get it so Mick has enough space to slide it under him, without Savitar being moved too much first.

[vivifier]

As much as his hand and arm hurt, he is absolutely positive that it's going to be a hundred times worse once his brain catches up with the rest of him. The buffering daze of shock and a concussion are, no doubt, helping him a lot right now. He can hear them working around him, but everything feels like it's going so slow he can't even follow it. Like he's watching a movie through a window. Underwater.

But then he hears someone say something about 'lifting' him, and it's like all he can do is focus on that. And it's like a panic, because he knows, he knows this is going to hurt. A lot. "Wait-wait-" Eyes wide, barely focusing.

[snowandfrost]

She knows they're all ready to move him when he says wait. Caitlin looks down at him from where she is by his shoulders.

"Wait? Wait for what?" she asks him.