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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 16:14:50 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 16:14:50 GMT -7
Asya should say no, she knows that immediately. Blood means two things: a victim and an attacker. She knows nothing about this girl. If anything, she could be lying and this could just be a trick. It's happened before. It's worked before, especially when Asya has been the one pulling strings. And if it isn't, it could still bring the hounds to their front door, sniffing around for anything worth biting. Both she and Luke have plenty already to satisfy their appetite, let alone throwing in a mysterious woman on the verge of death. There's no doubt a damn good reason why this girl didn't choose a hospital as her first option, a reason that's eventually going to make Asya's life more of a living hell than it already is. But Teresa's face is stark white, even in the pitch blackness outside, and losing any more blood on the doorstep is bound to mean her life. Saying no makes her just as bad as Hydra wants her to be. Yet the risks still linger...
"Mat' zasranets, come in." Asya grunts, opening the door wider. She reaches out with a hand and holds onto Teresa's arm to steady her as she steps inside, already dripping blood on the clean floor. Asya will take care of it later. Long before Luke has a chance to notice.
She just hopes a keen sense of smell isn't one of his powers too.
After closing and dead-bolting the door, Asya leads Teresa further into the bar, dragging a chair out from a table and sitting her down in it. "You must have shitty friends if we're your first option." Asya comments, tugging off her plaid button-ship shirt and wadding it into a tight ball. "Hold this against your side." She instructs, pressing it to where the blood starts, and grabbing Teresa's hand to place over it. "I'll boil water."
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 16:29:49 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 16:29:49 GMT -7
Teresa is more than thankful when Asya lets her into the bar. She was actually worried that she wouldn't be able to get into safety. She highly doubted that whatever had been in that room will come after her but at least this way she was off the beaten track, sort of. God she hoped the thing didn't track blood because she really would be screwed. But then again the room had been so empty that she doubted whether anything would come looking for her. Even though she did have to call HQ and get someone out to look for Emily and the others and would do that just as soon as everything was cleaned up. Asya put her hand on Teresa's arm to help her and she jumps a little when the door shuts behind her.
She was definitely jumpy but that would have to straighten out when she wasn't bleeding to death on someone's floor or in someone's bar for that matter.
Teresa sat down onto a chair and then tried to huff out a laugh when Asya said about the fact that she must have shitty friends if they were her first option. But the last thing she could say was that she didn't have time to get through to her boss and HQ. But the only thing she could really manage was a very pained smile when Asya put her shirt to Teresa's side and then put her hand over it and then she grunted slightly. She nodded and held the shirt to her side and closed her eyes. She wanted to sleep, to wake up and know that this was just a dream but she knew that it wouldn't be.
This definitely was going to leave a scar, the first of no doubt many from SHIELD. Her father would be so proud, she got her first scar. Teresa wanted to roll her eyes but she was too tired for that.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 16:52:14 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 16:52:14 GMT -7
Asya disappears into the kitchen -- more of a closet with a fridge and an oven where they can quickly throw together the odd side of onion rings or a sandwich -- and sets a pot with water onto the stove-top. This isn't the first time she's had to tend to someone's gory wound, though usually they're her own. Even with a quick healing factor and a high tolerance for pain, sometimes things get messy and bloody and no amount of casually waiting is going to suffice. She watches as the water starts to bubble, and traces her fingers slowly across the long thin scar running diagonally along the side of her throat. Some wounds are just worse than others.
The water begins rumbling as steam billows to the ceiling and she twists off the stove and carries the pot out of the kitchen with her, grabbing clean rags as she does so.
"So what is it?" She asks as she walks back across the bar towards where Teresa is sitting, and bleeding. "Bullet, knife?" She sets the pot on top of the table, and stuffs a rag beneath the surface of the hot water. It's scalding, but she barely feels it through her thick skin. She shakes the water from her fingertips and drops to a knee by Teresa's side, carefully peeling her hand away from the wound. She lifts the hem of her shirt must high enough to see it, trying her best not to pull at the skin start the bleeding anew by dislodging where the blood has dried and sealed the cloth tight to her body.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 17:10:45 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 17:10:45 GMT -7
Teresa opens up her eyes when Asya asks what it was. What had been the reason she was bleeding. But how the hell could she tell her what it really was? How the hell could she tell a girl who probably wouldn't understand that it wasn't a knife or a bullet? How the hell could she tell them it was more unusual than that? But rather than say what it was she took a hard swallow and said softly "A knife" she muttered and then moved her hand away from the wound. Her hand was starting to shake and she was so afraid that she would cause another shaking of the buildings only this time she wouldn't be able to stop it because it took up more strength than she actually had.
The shirt was sticking to her skin which was understandable with the amount of blood that had been coming out of her side. Teresa was about to say something else but then Asya put the hot cloth to her skin and she grunted and closed her eyes back up tightly. She had actually never felt any pain like this but she guessed that it wouldn't be the first time that she would feel like this. She was bound to end up with scars. Even if SHIELD probably would do a better job than anyone else but she couldn't contact them just yet as her head wasn't clear and there was a shake to her hands that she couldn't stop no matter how hard she was trying to stop it.
Teresa slowly opened her eyes and looked down at Asya. "Thank you for letting me in" she said softly with a slight smile.
If she was in Asya's shoes then she wouldn't know what to do either especially if someone like Teresa turned up on the doorstep bleeding from an attack that clearly had been worse than she was saying. But not everyone needed to know what was going on in the streets of the cities or even in the country. Sometimes it was easier to ignore until it landed on their doorstep or even in their living room. But this was probably easier to ignore even if she had come to Luke's rather than go to her bosses. Teresa pulled her lip in between her teeth and bit down hard on it.
Teresa was just thankful that Asya didn't turn her out on the street because this really was painful. But she would deal with it.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 17:36:46 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 17:36:46 GMT -7
She says knife, but Asya has seen plenty knife wounds in her time and she knows this can't be one. The puncture wound is too wide -- and where a knife slices, this tears into her skin. Like someone, or something, took an eager bite out of her. Asya glances up to her face for a moment, a part of her wanting to ask or at least point out the obvious lie, but it's not her place. None of this is. The sooner she gets this girl patched up and out the door, the better. Living with Hydra means knowing what sort of evil lurks in the world. She's no frightened, innocent maiden still believing that nature and all it's creations are inherently good. She herself is enough proof that it isn't. But something that can deal this kind of damage is nothing that Asya wants to meet. No amount of strength is going to make that an easy fight. So Asya presses her mouth closed and looks back down to Teresa's shredded side, pressing the soaked cloth to her skin.
"Don't make me regret it." She says in reply.
It takes several minutes to clean all of the blood away and soak the wound in hot water, Teresa's greatest enemy being the threat of infection. But as soon as the wound is clean, the blood running down her side in one steady stream, Asya grabs a dry rag and presses it against her side hard enough to stop the flow. Hard enough to hurt.
"I don't have drugs." Asya tells her. Luke and her never need them. "And drinking isn't going to make this feel any better. So I hope you have connections of your own."
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 17:55:01 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 17:55:01 GMT -7
Ever since what happened to her in Puerto Rico she thought that she would be okay to deal with these things but it seemed like everything had really happened at once. She still didn't understand the full extent of her abilities other than the fact that she could cause earthquakes. That was a little bad especially when she would get in a bad mood and it affected everything. She had even nearly brought the plane down with her, but SHIELD didn't know about had happened. The group promising to keep it to themselves even if she was tempted to ask what the hell had happened to her and how she could get rid of it.
Teresa raised her eyebrow when Asya told her not to let her regret it. The only thing that would make her do that is if she bled out on the floor, so pretty much like she was probably doing already.
She watched as Asya cleaned the blood away, and then came the hot water. Teresa grunted when Asya pressed the rag against her side, hard. It was bad enough that the damn thing had taken a bite out of her, the last thing she needed was to have anymore blood over the place. Once she got home or even back to HQ because she was going to have to call this in, she would have to change her pants. They were covered in blood and were sticking to her thighs. It was going to be interesting to get them off. Asya then interrupted her thoughts and she moved her eyes up to look at her.
So drugs were out and the drink definitely wasn't going to make it any better. "I think I will be able to get it sorted out" she admitted with a nod. She reached, carefully, into her jacket pocket and grabbed her phone and looked down at the screen. She saw it was cracked but it still worked or at least she hoped that it would be able to get her to where she wanted to be. Teresa huffed out a breath and wished she hadn't because everything hurt, before she pushed her phone back into her pocket. "I just need it dressed up so that I can get to those connections"
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 19:11:02 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 19:11:02 GMT -7
Teresa makes a small sound of pain, and Asya relents her hold -- but only slightly. By now, she's learned how to maintain her strength, but it wasn't easy. She grew up with people who pushed her in every way possible to bend the limitations of what she could do. She had to be stronger, better, crueler, and it took years to relearn how to make a fist without breaking something in the process. Even still, she shatters glasses without meaning to. "Good." She replies with a small nod. "Because there is a reason you don't meet very many Russian doctors." Asya titters out a small laugh, glancing up momentarily as a smile cracks across her mouth. She cocks her head to the side and adds on in a murmur, "Only Russian butchers." She pulls the dry cloth away from Teresa's wound carefully, relieved to see that the bleeding had slowed to a crawl.
"I can sew you up, but you're definitely going to need a drink for that." Asya sighs, setting the cloth down and pushing herself back to her feet. Her hands are bloody, but she doesn't even notice as she walks to the bar and pours two glasses of the strongest whiskey they own. She downs one before she leaves the bar, swallowing it down hard as it burns it's way to her stomach, before refilling it yet again. "Here." She holds a glass towards Teresa, giving it a small wiggle. "It's disgusting."
Asya drops down to the ground and sits cross-legged, putting her own glass between her thighs as she works on the needle and thread. It's meant for sewing cloth, not skin, but it'll have to do. It's going to hurt like hell though, Asya knows that for a fact.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 19:33:42 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 19:33:42 GMT -7
Teresa wants to laugh, she really does but right now she was sure that if she did then her side would end up on the outside. But she did manage some sort of smile. "I'll have to tell that one to my friends" she said around the smile and closes her eyes once more. She clenches her jaw and then opens her eyes once more when Asya says that she can sew her up. She's helped sew up a couple friends while out in the field but she's never had it done to herself until now and Asya was right, she was going to need a drink for this.
She watches as the blonde moves away from her and over to the bar, her eyes wondering over her a little until she's coming back with the drink for her. It was the same stuff her father drank every damn day. In honesty she always wondered what the whole excitement was for because drinking whiskey really made you hard, or at least that's what her father would say. She never touched the stuff, sticking to the drinks that she could manage. Teresa's looked at the glass and she gave a funny look before looking up at Asya when she gave the glass a little wiggle. Of course it tastes disgusting.
Teresa reached out, her fingers accidently brushing against Asya's as she took the glass and looked at the liquid in the glass, she knew she didn't have time to be picky especially when she needed her side closed up but she would much rather ICER herself and put herself out of her misery for a little while but getting a gun out and shooting herself with the blue bullets that Fitz made then waking up a few hours later like nothing happened. Teresa would have to explain something about what happened and she was too tired to lie so she took as deep a breath as she could, which wasn't much because of her damn side then knocked the drink back and put her hand to her mouth so that she would swallow the stuff.
"That really is disgusting" she said and tried to calm the burning in the back of her throat before looking at the glass. Now she really didn't understand why her father and so many other people drank the stuff but if it helped with her side being closed up then that would be happy with the stuff.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 19:49:50 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 19:49:50 GMT -7
"Liquor is never good," Asya comments, threading the needle. "Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying." She dips the tip of the needle in her glass of whiskey, sterilizing it. "But I drink it anyway." She shakes off the needle and scoots closer to Teresa and her gaping wound. It's really an ugly thing, but now that it's clean and the bleeding has all but stopped, she has to admit that it could be worse. All of her organs are still in place, and the bite isn't nearly deep enough to be anything more than a nuisance. If it'd broken entirely through the muscle, sewing it up would only be delaying the inevitable spill on the floor. But she still came close. "I probably should have brought you the bottle." Asya sighs, before pressing the tip of the needle into her skin.
She sews her side back together as efficiently as she can. It's not pretty, not like a professional surgeon with daily practice would accomplish, but by the time she's finished, any possibilities of the stitches breaking without Teresa's express consent isn't likely. Even with shitty string. Asya bites the end of the string off and ties it together with bloodied fingers.
"Remember what I say about butchers." Asya teases, arching a brow and looking back up to Teresa with a faint smile. "You'll live. That's all that matters." Asya tosses the needle into the bloodied pot once filled with clean water, and picks up her glass of whiskey to down the rest of his it, leaving red fingerprints behind.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 20:04:14 GMT -7
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 20:04:14 GMT -7
Then her father really was lying because he said that the stuff was good. But then again her father was a consistent liar and doesn't even know what truth means. She clears her throat softly because of the fact that getting into the business about her father really was something that she didn't need to hear if she was being honest. Teresa gave a nod when Asya said about the fact she should have brought her the bottle. That really would have kept her quiet because when she put the needle into her skin she gave a soft whimper and closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fists. She was so thankful that the whole building didn't start shaking because she wouldn't know how to explain that either.
Teresa was so thankful when it was over and she opened her eyes to look down at Asya when she teased her. A smile pulled at her lips and she knew that it would have to do til she got back to HQ. A strand of her dark hair fell around her face and she reached up and moved her hair from her eyes and back to behind her ear. "Well I'm glad that the prognosis is good" she huffed out and looked down at the wound. Maybe the doctor back at SHIELD would be able to make it somewhat better but for now it would have to be enough. "Thank you again" she said with an even softer smile.
She was glad that Asya hadn't shut the door on her because by now she probably would be bleeding out in the street. She lifted her eyes away from the blonde and looked around the place. It was the first time she realised that no one else was there, sure luke didn't come over when she first came in but she really realised that she was alone with Asya and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not but the girl did save her life, did put her side back together so she would say good. "I like this place" she admitted. "I used to work at a bar and there was constant fighting that we had the police in there every second, only thing is that it was fishermen that was fighting" she gave a noise that sound like a laugh but it didn't rock her body like her normal laughs do. Her brown eyes looking at Asya and she gave another smile.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 20:30:17 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 20:30:17 GMT -7
"You're welcome." Asya says with a nod, placing her now-empty glass onto the table. It's only then that she notices the blood staining her skin like brightly colored paint. "Der'mo." She mutters, twisting her hand in the light, seeing the extent of the mess. She rolls herself up onto her knees, and uses the last clean rag and the last bit of water in the pot to scrub the blood off of her hands, trying hard not to think about how many times she's had to do this in the past. Teresa speaks, drawing her gaze as she scrubs at her skin. Her blonde hair falls around her face like a veil. "I'll tell Luke you said so." She replies, drying her hands off on her jeans. She runs her now-clean fingers through her blonde hair, pushing it away from her face. "But we get plenty of fights here as well."
It's the only reason why she's still here, scrubbing tables and apparently sewing up girls. The first night she stumbled into Luke's, already drunk enough to forget her carefully placed parameters, a very stupid man put his very stupid hand on her ass, and she ended up breaking a chair with his face. She racked up a good bill that night, playing Lone Ranger, and working as Luke's backup ended up being her only way of paying him back.
She wonders what the bill would look like if he ever found out about this.
"But with less fishermen." Asya huffs out a sharp laugh.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 20:42:11 GMT -7
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 20:42:11 GMT -7
Teresa smiled slightly and then looked back around the bar once more. Going down memory lane was the last thing she wanted right now. Talking about the bar from home made her think of him and the last thing she wanted to do was think about that. It was the reason why she didn't live in Mystic anymore. Her heart contracted but she tried to push the tightness away.
Now really wasn't the time to think or even talk about this. Teresa moved the hem of her top down and made sure that she pulled the jacket around her so that she could keep her wound away from prying eyes. Now she was just going to have to get a ride home but that was down to Teresa and no one else. She could call stiles but the last thing she wanted to do was open up her wound again or have him see it for that matter but Lexi was at college and she was stuck finding a way home.
Maybe now was the time to get hold of HQ. Maybe they could send someone to get her. To get her back to HQ and fix her wound up better.
Teresa reached into her pocket and grabbed her cell out to find that this time it wasn't working and ringing SHIELD from here would only send them to the bar and she didn't want to bring them here. So walking back home would be the only option or she could call a cab. That idea was better. She moved her eyes up and looked at Asya after putting her cell back into her pocket and grabbing some money out. "That's for the drink, I really don't want Luke to think that I would come here for free drinks" she gave a soft tease and then put the money down on the table. It wasn't much but it definitely was better than nothing.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 21:28:00 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 21:28:00 GMT -7
Asya uses the table as leverage to push herself to her feet, careful not to put her entire weight on the cheaply made piece of furniture. But she's just beginning to busy herself with cleaning up the table and the bloody rags when Teresa places down money. Asya pauses, and looks at it for a long second. Her blue eyes flick towards Teresa's face, a small furrow forming between her dark brows.
"You were bleeding out on the doorstep. I'm sure that allows for a free drink." Asya replies, sliding the money back towards Teresa with a single finger. Luke wouldn't even know the difference, and if he did, Asya was more than willing to take the blame. So she works a few more hours here and there to pay off for one drink. It's not like she doesn't already have a debt to repay. Even if that debt was now solely revolving around Luke's willingness to put up with her. "Save the money for a cab to the hospital." She says, despite knowing that Teresa has no intentions of going to a hospital. She wouldn't be here if she did. "Or come back a different day and buy a drink then."
Asya picks up the bloody bowl and carries it towards the kitchen.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 21:40:40 GMT -7
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 21:40:40 GMT -7
Teresa was about to say that she wasn't going to go to the hospital but then Asya said about coming back another day and getting a drink then. She might just do that. She looks down at the money and then back up at Asya but she was already walking towards the kitchen.
A small smile pulled at her lips but in honesty she didn't feel the smile. Teresa picked up the money and then slid it back into her pocket. If she didn't head back to HQ tonight then she wondered just where the hell she was going to go. Especially when she wasn't sure just what had happened to her friends, to her team. They couldn't contact her as her phone was dead and she really hadn't waited around to find them, it wasn't out of cowardice but at the fact that there wasn't anyone to find in the place they had been. Had something bad happened? Had they left her behind thinking that she was dead?
Teresa wasn't sure but she knew that something bad had gone down and now she was in the bronx and the others weren't to be found. Even if they thought she was dead surely they would have taken her with them? She didn't know what to think right now but there was one thing that she knew. Her side was so painful.
She put her hand gently against the wound and then stood up. The room moved for a second or so before it rightened itself. Teresa really needed to get out of here, she moved her eyes in the direction of Asya and bit on her lip. She was going to use that money for a cab but she wasn't going to the hospital but was going to head home. She was exhausted and very much in pain and was sure that she had painkillers in her apartment.
"I should..." she nudged her thumb towards the door and nodded before turning carefully and ground her teeth together. This was going to be hell.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 22:01:37 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 22:01:37 GMT -7
Asya dumps the bowl in the sink and turns the water on full, letting it wash out the blood in pounding waves. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Teresa stand from her seat -- an objectively bad idea in the making. With a hole in her side and about a quart of blood spread across the city, the idea of Teresa trying to make it home on her own two feet is like deciding to climb Everest barefoot. That is, if Teresa can even make it to the door without collapsing.
Asya turns off the water and steps towards the doorway, her arms crossing over her chest. It only takes Teresa two seconds and a single turn for Asya to realize, and decide, that there's no way in hell she's leaving. Not by herself.
"Wait." Asya calls out, leaning her head against the side of the frame and watching her with knowing eyes. "I'm no medical expert, but I know when someone is about to make a very bad decision. I can't let you disappear into the night and pretend like you'll be fine on your own." She sighs out, pushing herself away from the doorway and over to the bar. She grabs her cellphone from a shelf beneath the counter -- a cheap prepaid thing with only one number saved into it -- and dials the number for a cab written on a sticky note. Luke's idea. For the drunks who wander in but have no chance of walking out. "You can stay with me until you get in contact with someone more helpful." She says, lifting the phone to her ear.
It only takes a couple rings before someone picks up, monotone and boring. "I need a taxi to Luke's, corner of 15 West and 100 South."
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