toreQ
Combatant
If the Wise are fools, I'm a Drunk Fool...
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Nodding, she looked up at him, feeling no resentment. Of course, she didn't know who had won, either. Both had gone into it
willingly, so there was no blame to be placed. "Too bad we can't show you how to use your heads, too..." She grinned, then
frowned. You're hurt," she murmured, "let me help you..." However, she did not make a move to assist as she would one of
her crewmates, knowing it might not be welcome.
toreQ looked around him, the crowd roaring... of course he wandered how many would have roared if he had won. It didn't matter. He looked back to the woman and realized his vision had blurred... he accepted her aide with a silent look as the ground started to rush up at him...
EEP! As she moved forward to help him, he started to collapse. There was no way she could physically hold him up, but she
had the training to catch him and ease him to the ground so he didn't hurt himself or crush her. Grasping him around (well, as
much around as she could) the chest, she swung her hip into his thigh, then dropped to one knee. "toreQ? You here, still?"
toreQ's mind cleared a bit once he was down. "Think I'm bleeding." He said clearly. He started to sit up again.
"All right...can you make it with my help? Will you need a litter?" Maybe once they were out of sight of the crowd..."And what
about the batletH?" She knew that the fighters were very possessive of the weapons but she didn't know if there were any
rituals attached to them...
"Needs to be placed on the wall. They won't let me take it with me." He said as he slowly pulled himself back up. He had no idea why he would suddenly fall like that. True, he was wounded. But, he didn't see them severe enough for that.
"All right..." She shifted so she was closer to him and he could lean on her shoulder. "Who does that? Will someone take care
of it?" She glanced toward the litter that Bryan was on, wondering where his batletH was.
toreQ also considered the man's blade. "Normally we do it ourselves. We should get his batletH to put up on wall."
"We? But you need medical attention..." Looking up at him, she sighed. She knew from working with Ensign R'ro that
Klingons had a way about things and were as stubborn as...well, Klingons! "Now?"
toreQ had already started heading back to the arena, limping heavily on his own...
Sighing, she shook her head, then went to Bryan's side, taking his hand again. "Bryan? Can you hear me? We're going to put
your batletH back on the wall...Then I'll come right back, okay?" Gently, she kissed his forehead.
Bryan watched as she slowly walked away to put his blade back on the wall. Just seeing her made the wounds not hurt as
much. Bryan hoped she wasn't worried to much about him he had suffered worse damage in battle before. Bryan thought of his
life and the path that lead him here to her. He wondered if he had it in him to keep going. Unable to keep fully aware he slipped
into unconsciousness.
Trotting after toreQ, Bettina followed him to the edge of the arena, then when he came back with the blade, she looked up at
him. "Am I allowed to touch it? I can take it.." He seemed burdened under the weight of both weapons., and again, she wasn't
sure about ritual...
toreQ handed her Cash's blade, the tip broken off it. As he did, he seemed almost like he was about to fall again.
"Whoa!" Bettina shoved her shoulder against his side as she took Bryan's batletH, surprised at how heavy it was. "You all
right?" She needed to know if she needed to drop the weapon and catch him..
Her shoulder hit the broken ribs and in a snarl of pain he snapped, "Let go of me!" Her shoulder came away with blood on it. His armor covered the wound. toreQ took his blade and started to head for the wall to put his blade up closer to the losing end.
I kinda figured she might hit something sore!
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean..." Sighing, she followed after him, trying to handle the unwieldy weapon as best she could. She had
never even touched one before. "Where does it go?" As if she would be able to lift it above her waist!
He pointed to an empty rack closer to the wining side than it had been before. Which indicated who had won in the last match.
Realization dawned on her as she looked at the positioning. Bryan had won...she felt a surge of pride, but really, honor was
what toreQ was doing, helping the man who had defeated him. Standing on her toes, she strained to balance the blade and hang it without doing any damage to herself. Once it was in place, she stepped back and looked up at the Klingon. "Thank
you, sir. I'm grateful for your help..."
He just shrugged, and then he started to put his blade up. He got it up there, and just as it was up, he leaned against the wall... "Have any Bloodwine..." He said with a slight Klingon Grin, despite fact that he was not well.
"No, afraid not..." She grinned, recognizing the grimace as a smile. "How about we get you to Sickbay, then Bryan can buy
you a round later? He owes you, I think..."
"How much time until next round..." He asked, but didn't allow her to answer. Because he knew... Not long. Not long enough to find the Klingon Doctor... Even so... toreQ was loosing blood and adrenaline was running down... His eyes crossed a moment as he slumped down the wall.
Ah, heck! Bettina rushed forward and caught him, then looked around her. "You, I need your help," she snapped at a passing
man. She might be a small slip of a Terran, but she knew her job. "Help me get him to Sickbay, he has a match in less than an
hour..."
Frowning, the man nodded, but moved closer. "He's bleeding..."
"And you will be, too, baktag, if you don't help me now!" Shaking her head, she pulled out her tricorder and ran a quick diagnostic as the man held toreQ from falling over completely. New wounds, cuts and a few minor fractures, as well as old
wounds reopened. Quickly, she sealed the worst of the bleeding lacerations. The doctors would have to see to a more
definitive fix. "Can you stand if we help?" she asked toreQ.
toreQ looked at her and muttered something in Klingon about Needing the Klingon Qel.
"What did he say?" She glanced at the man who was reluctantly trying to help, but he shrugged. "What did you say?
ToreQ...help me here..." She was about ready just to beam to Sickbay.
"I need bloodwine and rest... No more. If I be treated, it be by a Klingon Qel." toreQ said, getting agitated by all this concern...
Bettina sighed and nodded. "So where do we find this Qel?" She started to haul him to his feet, with some help of the man she
had commandeered. "And where would you rest?" She knew how men were, knew Klingons were worse. He was an adult, and able to make his own choices, and she would respect that. Now, if he stood and passed out from blood loss, he was hers!
toreQ stood, his head spun... and then he was back down.
Letting out a breath, Bettina shook her head, but she was smiling. He had given it a good try! Tapping her combadge, she
called for a medical team to get him to Sickbay. She'd make sure he got his bloodwine...eventually!
JP
Bettina Davies
PO2
DS7
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