Get angry.

>>611071
>“A-An angel? Oh I’m...terribly sorry, sir. But we cannot help you.”
Okay... At first I was going to say 'explanation or arson' but...

It's possible that Angels pursue their targets relentlessly, meaning that keeping her here would doom dozens of hospital patients too... But then how would she know that?

Let's go with 'Explain [why you can't do your bloody job]. NOW.'

Orion 2014/12/13(Sat)13:06 No. 611198 ID: 0eaf76
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"What do you mean when you say you can't help? This is a place of healing, not a place of cowardice! Why can't you do your job?!" The lady shakes her head calmly, a downtrodden look on her face. "Please understand, sir. If it were up to me I would offer my assistance. I am not trained in any medical field, however...I simply man the front desk. The head doctor here ordered us not to accept angel-fallen patients..." That didn't seem right...why implement a policy? "Does...that mean you get multiple patients coming in claiming they had an angel attack?" This made the woman pause, pressing her glossy lips together in a sort of tense embarrassment.

"...Y-Yes...each time they come they bear fatal wounds...and each time we must turn them away...we...can only assume they die soon afterwards..."

well then, it sounds like you want to buy some gauze. wrap up the bleeding spots best you can, then we sit here until ether dawn or the angel comes and we lead it on a merry chase that involves the doctor getting caught in the crossfire.

Put injured patient down somewhere, and start digging around for medical supplies.

If the receptionist protests, tell her, last time you checked, she's not helping you, so she's not disobeying orders.

>>611094
>>611198
"Listen to me very carefully: I understand that you are a secretary, not a doctor. You are not bound, and have never been bound, by the Hippocrates oath. But if you leave this woman to die for no reason than the orders from your boss, then you don't deserve to be a part of the medicinal community - just another secretary.

You want to be more while doing less? You want to get paid more, to deserve more, to be respected more, even if you stay a secretary for the rest of your life? Then take this opportunity and HELP ME. Look at the wounds, they don't look fatal at all. The angel on duty botched the job thanks to us. I just met someone who can take the fight to the angels - I don't think she's going to side with us if we leave our wounded to die!

Your choice, ma'am! Live, or die?!"

>>611198
Tell her you want to speak to the head doctor.

However, if we both agree that she was NOT attacked by an angel, then you can accept her?

Or, what happens if I would report this hospital to the police. No one's survived the path to the police to report this clearly illegal refusal of care because they were injured, however, I AM well enough to make it to the police and report this gross injustice.

Let's just make this simple and both agree she was not attacked by an angel.
I can tell you're a good person. Let's just say this was a mugging, shall we? Put that on the paperwork?

Well, now we know why angel attacks are fatal.

There isn't any point pushing the secretary any more - there's literally nothing she can do directly. Instead fetch supplies and ask if there is anyone who could help the woman.

>>611198
"... Well. Then I guess she just got mugged."

Don't broker any argument. We AIN'T leavin' her to die.

>>611198
Then give me some damn medical supplies, if you aren't going to do shit than at least let me try something. I'm not just going to leave someone to die like some diseased animal when there's a chance they can be helped and FUCK your reasoning for not helping because I'm not going to leave unless you give me something to help her.

Orion 2014/12/19(Fri)20:34 No. 613298 ID: 0eaf76
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"Oh my god-- just give me some medical supplies then..." You hold out a hand, cradling the woman in your arms. You could feel her hands grip at your shirt, a wet mumbling coming from her mouth. The secretary rolled backwards in her chair, standing up from her seat. "I'm sorry, sir. I have been instructed not to take part in any recovery involving an angel victim." This enraged you. You set the bleeding woman on the floor and climbed onto the desk. "Then I'll just have to take what I need myself."

She flipped around and pressed her hand on a large button behind a wall, a cacophonous ringing ringing over the clinic. "I suggest you leave, before the head doctor gets out here." She muttered stingingly, cold eyes glaring at you. You shake your head, taking steps backwards. "...Why...? Why are you so insistent on this?" The secretary dropped her hand, staring at the ground. "It's in my job description."

Well, fuck your job and negligence.

>>613298
"Most people place ethics above really stupid orders that run contrary to your business' purpose. Or at least pretend to.

Also, WHAT KIND OF JOB HAS PROVISIONS IN PLACE FOR 'ANGEL ATTACKS'?!"

It's all a government conspiracy!
The government angels take victims to feed the illuminati!
Jokes aside I think you should give this head doctor a piece of your mind. Maybe even convince them of doing something good.

So this is a town full of murders and cheats then? I see why the angels chose to show up here then, you all deserve each other. Who gives a damn if people are dying in the streets as long as it's not you right? Wonder how long it's going to take before you're the one laying in the street, bloodied and bruised, and everyone is just walking past you like your trash just because it's not there problem. My god and you people call yourselves doctors, you're nothing but scum who think it's they're god given right to chose who get's saved and who can just go fuck off and die depending whether or not it's convenient for you to do one over the other. You people... you animals make me sick.

Think we should just go, I think staying here to do anything whether out of spite or to help the women in your arms would only cause more problems for yourself and the women with it helping nobody. Just use your shirt or something to try and bandage the women. Also I think we should leave this town as soon as possible. Seeing how these people are reacting to anyone who has come into contact with the angels I wouldn't be surprised if they formed a lynch mob for you tomorrow simply out of fear and ignorance. Cause seriously fuck this town.

>>613299
Fuck your job and it's description, ma'am.

Set about taking what you need before the 'head doctor' arrives. We'll try and leave with the girl and the supplies. If he does show up, we'll punch him in the head and go.

"Get out of the way. I fought an angel and lived. What makes you think the SM Gerand to your right is going to stop me from rearranging your face into an Arkala Renz-Fasse?"

"If she dies, this will make you an accomplice to her murder. And I'll make sure your commitment to your job is... 'duly rewarded'."

>Threats
Can we not?
Look lady, I understand. We'll go elsewhere.
Remember this, though: If she dies, it's because of your inaction.
>Walk out, try to find some cloth and alcohol to make bandages and clean wounds.

>>613435
This. Getting into a fight or giving a lengthy speech will just waste time. (And if the head doctor is in on whatever the angels are up to, he might be more prepared for a fight when he gets here than we can deal with right now.)

There is no point to staying here if it does not help the woman. If you can't see a medkit you can quickly grab then we'd better go elsewhere in search of help.

"I spit on all you represent."

And then demonstratively spit within her workplace. Leave with the woman and try to find help elsewhere. You're not going to get any here.

Make a mental note to wreak retribution upon these hypocrites one day.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize this was the Fraternity of Useless Chickenshit Kowards' local Union Post. We'll just be leaving now, to look for an actual hospital."

Until the medical emergency is resolved, make no further mention of angels. Anyone asks you how the injuries occurred, give them a look like they're an idiot, ignore the question, and tell them what they should be doing to help.

Head back to the bar, which will by it's very nature be open late and supplied with clean rags and disinfectant. First priority in a situation like this is to stop the bleeding, next is cleaning and bandaging the wounds. That's how people die of otherwise-minor injuries in the absence of modern medical care: any break in the skin, especially if there's a foreign object in it (even tiny shreds of clothing) festers with opportunistic infections. Sterilize and bandage no more than an hour after the trauma, the chance of that goes way down.

After that you need to worry about stuff like shock and internal bleeding, which requires actual medical training to deal with. Put her somewhere quiet, warm, and safe, have somebody (possibly yourself) watching her, providing water and so on. THEN you can set up an appointment to have a proper screaming match with whoever shat on the Hippocratic Oath.

Orion 2015/01/04(Sun)20:14 No. 618151 ID: 0eaf76
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"You...You disgust me. If this woman dies, it's on your plate." You push against the door, shooting her a final glare of disgust. "Be careful out there. Saving a woman like that could get you killed." Before she has the chance to continue, you're out the door and back out on the streets. The woman tugs on your shirt collar, shaking her head. "B-Being attacked by an angel...it's...seen as you...being a sinner. Someone condemned by God...y-you're being unholy...helping me..." You squeeze her arms, shaking your head. "I don't care. I need to get you to safety." Frantically, you search around for any sort of bar, tavern, inn or even house that could offer assistance.

"Oye! Whaddya doin' out here?! It's dark, ye gotta get inside!" Turning, you spot a man waving an arm at you. "Ack! W-What happened ta her?! She looks rotten!" The woman rolls her eyes, or attempts to. "She was attacked by an Angel...please...can you help us? I've been rejected by the doctor here..." The man scratches his chin, sighing. "Eh, I...I dunno. My house ain't that big...I ain't got a lotta supplies, neither."

>>618151
Anything will help. Just gotta get her stable, for now.

Sir, this woman is hurt. Will you help her, or do I keep walking?

>>618153
This. He's still offering to help, there's no need to be rude.

>>618153
Yeah, I agree, we just need to stop her from dying, and being polite will help us. We might have enough time to scrape the bottom of the barrel for medical supplies.

This might be a trap, but seeing as how the clinic just revoked the entire Hippocratic oath because of a belief in angelic assassinations, you have a better chance with random strangers than regular civilization, given that the government is likely to execute you to keep this quiet.

Go with him. Do your best to keep the girl alive, and she'll likely become your squadmate; if you can see past the scars, she'll likely keep you close for the rest of her life for what you did for her.

Orion 2015/01/10(Sat)21:49 No. 619392 ID: 0eaf76
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Desperately, you take a step forward, clutching the woman with a secure grip. "Please, sir. Anything works. She just needs somewhere to stay..." He rubs his chin in thought. "Fine, but just this one time...come with me, quickly. We gotta get off the street...it ain't safe late at night." The man turned on his heels, rushing off down the street. You hop to following the stranger, hoping to save this woman. So many questions were still running through your head. Who was that girl back there who saved you? Who was the boy? Why were these angels even here? It all seems like something out of a fairy tale. It took no more than a few minutes to reach the stranger's home. It was a modest place, with only one floor, and a bit of a rustic feel. "Wait here in the kitchen while I fetchya some bandages and such. She'll need to be washed up right away, go grab a cloth from the sink and soak it in warm water. Quickly!" He hurried off, leaving you alone. Where are you going to put the woman? It's a bit too cluttered...and the sofa is pretty far away from the kitchen...

>>619392

Carry her to the couch and get the cloth once she's seated. Don't make her walk. Start cleaning her as best as you can so he can bandage her properly

Have her lie down on the floor (keep her head as far away from the clutter as you can) and then treat her face with hot water in a towel. Do not attempt to move her further, but move the clutter so that there's less chance of it falling on her.

Find a chair and put it in the kitchen for her to sit on. Bam, problem solved.

>>619392
If we cannot find any surfaces for her to comfortably lie or sit down on, try to make the floor comfortable, one or two pillows will do, which can be conveniently used for seats as well!

Also, Zeke, I'm sure you already know this, but helping her may or may not carry a risk, just know that you have to get prepared in your free time. You do NOT want to end up like this lady here.

When she is all fixed up and stable, we should ask her name.

if she isn't at risk of falling down go to the sofa, take the cushions off it and bring them back her and put them on the floor and lay her on top of it.

A chair in the kitchen seems reasonable, while we're treating her wounds. Stuff in kitchens tends to be easy to clean.

If we brought her to the couch, she'd be bleeding on the couch, and maybe the carpet, and who knows what else. No reason to cause problems with our already reluctant host.

Order of operations: start the hot water running, put a cloth in the sink under it, have her lean her back against the refrigerator and brace herself on the counter. If she seems like she's not going to immediately fall down, and your host isn't back with the bandages yet, fetch a chair. If it doesn't seem like she can stand on her own at all, or after she's safely in the chair, start using the wet cloth and put a new one under the water.

Objectives with the warm wet cloth are, first of all, clean her up enough to separate mess from actual injury, and then remove dirt from the wounds. Use a gentle in-and-out blotting motion as much as possible rather than lateral wiping or scrubbing to avoid spreading contaminants around, grinding them in deeper, or aggravating the actual injuries.

Also check that bottle on top of the fridge. Might be booze strong enough for disinfectant. Real antibiotics would be preferable, but use what you've got.

What everybody else has said, and

hooo, boy, was that scene calculated to make us mad, because BOY HOWDY DID IT EVER!

Orion 2015/01/17(Sat)17:34 No. 620755 ID: b58dc5
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Oh, right, there ARE chairs around the table, although only 2. You grab the nearest seat and drag it towards you, easing the woman into a sitting position. "NNgh..." She groans out, tensing up in pain. "I think...I think the brat hit my back too...I can't remember anything..." With a pained expression she holds her side, grimacing at the floor. In quick motions, you quickly gather necessary supplies. A dampened cloth with hot water, a bottle of alcohol from the top of the fridge, napkins and a glass of water. "Drink up," You urge, holding the rim of the cup to her lips. Tentatively, the woman sips it down. "Th-Thank you..." She utters.

"Don't thank me yet..." You clean up the blood from her face, wiping at the cuts, causing her to flinch with each stroke. "This is going to hurt, so please try and stay quiet..." You take a thick napkin and soak a small area in alcohol. Then, you begin to wipe away at the open wounds. "Hhshh..." She hisses under her breath, holding her tongue through the stinging burns. "I got a first aid kit." The man from before entered the kitchen with a stained, white box. Inside the kit were simple medical supplies for minor injuries. Bandages, cloth, disinfectant, syringes, a tourniquet and various bottles of medicine, including aspirin and antibiotics. It took no more than 10 minutes to fully patch up the woman, the only remaining trace of injury being the blood stains on her clothing.

"...I owe my life to you..." She whispered, clutching onto the seat of the chair. "Thank you..."

>>620755
Tell her you were being foolish and almost died yourself. Ask her if she has any idea why the angel attacked her. Did she do something to attract its attention? You heard they prey on sinners...

>I owe my life to you
you don't owe me a thing miss...

anyways see if you can't get her side of the story, see why she was attacked or if it was just some random act of violence and she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Also thank the guy for actually helping you. It's good to know there are some people who aren't fucking monsters in this town.

You're welcome. You don't owe me anything, though.

Ah, hang on, let's not squander her debt. She definitely owes us a life debt, and that could be quite useful in the future.

Ask her name, and how you can contact her later if you need her help.

>>620755
She should thank the guy that owns this house. She would be a *lot* worse off if he wasn't so kind.

Tell her that she owes you a debt; you risked your life to save hers. You'd like her help; you likely have future encounters with angels to deal with. This should help prevent her from committing suicide.

Ask about who she is and what she could have done to get marked for death.

Well, if you owe me something, do something nice for someone else. Pay it forward, I guess. I'm getting corny, I'll stop.

>>620785
I hope we're not that kind of person, I personally don't think we should recruit murder survivors against their good conscience.

>>620776
We should also do this as well.

>>620785
Oh, interesting thought. If you actually think she's at risk of committing suicide, that might actually help. Though I might phrase it in a little less demanding of a way.

Also, yes, thank the guy. I'm a little hesitant to discuss why she was attacked, in front of him, in case he's like, "oh, great, what have I done" or something, but on the other hand, looking back, he didn't seem to raise any objections to the matter of the angel, specifically; just that he didn't have a lot to help with. Dunno; either way.

Memory loss means she might have a concussion, back pain could be spinal column damage, either of which would definitely be "needs a real doctor" problems.

Thank the man whose kitchen you borrowed, exchange contact information all around, consider ease of transport to other nearby hospitals. Don't mention angels next time.