Timestop
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"5 ccs of thyceradryl, NOW! Kaya shouts, ripping white bandages with speed. Nurse! Elevate the feet; don't look at me like that-the administration for this medicine requires a certain circulation of the bloodstream, mind his head, now someone get me..."
Static cannot feel, cannot think right now for shock, this can't be happening, no, no, it's my fault…plays over and over in his head like a bad horror movie. He hears everyone around him at a distance as he stands right beside the friend Kaya and her assistant are trying to save. He hopes to help in some way, and yet he's more willing to run away and never come back. Kaya reads the charts in the opposite corner with a calm but serious face. There is a low hum and rush of voices, faces and adrenaline, and the air reeks of sterility, alcohol… and blood. Sweating bullets, Gear's best friend Static stands on the other side of where Kaya is working, watching a nurse slip an IV into the pale unmoving arm, still trying to fathom what happened. The monitors come to life with light droning. Gear would probably know what was wrong with them and how to make them run twice as better… Static's limbs feel like lead every time she tells him to do anything. Ever the healing apprentice, Kaya lets her training fall over the panic she feels when Gear doesn't improve. She tries every medical procedure available to improve Richie's steadily failing condition. 'Exhaust all the possibilities, all learned methods', she repeats to herself over the din, 'that idea is high risk-use that as a last resort'…
"Is this really the heart rate?" she says incredulously, checking Richie's pulse herself after glancing back at the screens and the chart, "the fever should have been brought down more than this."
"An adaptation, maybe?" the nurse queries, eyeing the monitor as well.
" We'll have to find a way to slow the change", Kaya answers curtly, studying the wound "-Right, get more of the gauze, we can ebb the bleeding at the least." Kaya orders.
'It may be time to use that', she thinks…God help us…not just yet…this has to work'… The heart rate monitor drops to a low, cold pace, and Static feels the display screaming his friend's impending doom. Already the nurse had hurried over with two small metal plates, adjusting and testing them over a blond teen resting on the white table; if Richie wasn't paler than death, Virgil would assume he was in a deep sleep, but he was so still.
"Ma'am the paddles are inoperative." The nurse says automatically
"What?"
"Inoperative, ma'am, I think the tower has taken a hit to the core" the white-clad assistant repeats.
"Someone get in contact with J'onn-tell him to divert all the power he can spare to med bay, we've got a serious case!" Kaya yells over the confusion.
'Alright', Kaya thinks. That sound alone had seemingly chained Static in his fury at himself, standing there unable to do… anything.
"Static, get OVER here, I need you...STATIC!"
Static jumps out of his thoughts and into action at the sound of her voice, and takes off a silver glove from his right hand, grateful for something to do to numb the pain.
"I need you with me and in control, or you know what might happen," Kaya starts. She takes in the monitors in the back, checking vital signs with impatience while shredding and moving what remains of Gear's shirt out of the way of his chest. Static knows what has to happen and just stares at her at first, pain etched in his face.
"Will you do it for Richie's sake, Virgil?" she says softly. The silence cuts away at the thread holding onto Gear's chances of survival.
"…yes."
"Alright, one hand here on the left just above the chest, the other one here on the right, now, do you know how one volt feels?"
"Yea" Static responds achingly. He wanted to protest somehow, but his tongue stuck in the roof of his mouth, and the reason for holding back disappeared with his coming closer to the patient. At this point he cannot stand to be so close to Gear's face, it looked gaunt and less like his living friend every passing second.
"Absolutely no more than 60 volts, even considering the bang baby makeup he's very fragile- ready, and clear" she says, holding an oxygen mask already for respiration. Static, through the confusion, dimly appreciates how good of a healer she is.
Gear's chest jumps lightly with the shock, his head lolling to the side, and Static feels his own heart drop to his stomach, ready to puke both of them up while watching his own actions. He mechanically follows her orders without question, and Richie's chest yields again and again to the shocks, with no response. He doesn't know what's happening anymore. He can hear nothing. Not even his own breathing.
"C'mon Gear, you've got it in you, stay with us..." Kaya pleads under her breath as she gives him oxygen. Static could see the tears forming in her eyes; he looks back at Gear, wishing he could turn back time… time…time…