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Senses
Chapter Nine: Stitches and slings
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Bruce's P.O.V. {A few minutes earlier}
I felt myself shrinking down to normal size, and when I was me again I looked around the room to see everyone standing around Loki, who was now sitting on the couch. I had to hold onto my pants so they wouldn't fall down.
"Dr. Banner it's nice to have you back," Steve said.
I nodded my head. Suddenly I heard a scream from across the room. Everyone, myself included, turned towards the noise. I saw someone lying on the ground propped up against the bar, and a man was sitting in front of the person. I looked carefully at the person. When suddenly it hit me that the only person I hadn't seen standing around the room was Cat.
"Cat!" I shouted, running over to her. Her shoulder, and arm was completely soaked in blood, and I could see a massive hole in her shoulder.
"Hey," She mumbled, looking at me. I couldn't stop staring at her shoulder.
"It's… not as bad… as it looks," She slurred.
I gave her a funny look, and sat down next to her. I put my hands over the wound, and put pressure on it.
"Okay… it's as bad as it looks," She slurred.
Damn this is bad; she's lost so much blood. She was barely breath, and her body was starting to feel cold.
"We need to get her to a hospital," I shouted. Cat closed her eyes. Crap!
"No stay with me Cat. Come on open your eyes," I shouted. She opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Uh the only hospital that's close to here was destroyed in the battle," Stark exclaimed.
"Well what do we do?" Natasha asked.
"Uh you're gonna need to take care of my back to," She mumbled. What was she talking about?
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. I carefully leaned her forward and looked at her back. What I saw made me gasp. Her back was covered in blood as well, and there was a massive gash on her back.
"Holy crap, what the heck happened to you?" Stark asked.
She pointed over at Loki. I turned to look at Loki who was sitting on the couch. I could feel the other guy trying get out, but I held him back. The Hulk seemed to know who Cat was and wanted to protect her just as much as I do, but now is not the time to hulk out. I set her back against the bar gently.
"Here use this," Clint said, handing me a pillow. I put the pillow behind her.
"Hey I'm Cat," She mumbled to him.
"Clint," He replied. Cat seemed to look him over for a few seconds, then glanced up at me. She shut her eyes, and her breathing slowed down even more.
"Cat come on open your eyes," I said.
"Can't they're too heavy, and I'm so tired," she mumbled. Crap this is not good.
"Is there a medical facility in the tower?" I asked Stark.
"Yeah Pepper thought it would be a good idea. You go change into some new clothes, and I'll take her down there," Stark said, walking over.
"I don't have any spare clothes," I stated, not moving from Cat's side.
"In the next room there's a dresser. You can borrow some of my clothes," Stark replied. I hesitated for a moment before getting up…
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Stark's P.O.V.
"In the next room, there's a dresser. You can borrow some of my clothes," I said. Bruce sat there for a second, before getting up and walking into the next room.
"Tell him to go down two floors, it's the first room to the left, after you come out of the elevator," I said to Natasha.
She nodded her head, and I picked Cat up, and flew off towards the stairs. The elevator would take too long. I flew down the stairs, through the hallway, into the medical facility, and looked around. There was a gurney pushed against a wall in the corner. I flew over to it, and set Cat down on it.
"Sir the suit is running out of power," JARVIS said.
I sighed, and plopped down onto the ground. At that moment Bruce walked in. He ran over to Cat, and looked her over.
"I'll be right back, I need to get this suit off," I exclaimed.
Bruce nodded his head, and I walked out of the room. I passed Steve and Natasha on my way out. Clint and Thor must still be with Loki.
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Bruce's P.O.V.
"Bruce how is she?" Natasha asked, from behind me.
"Not good," I mumbled, applying pressure to the wound. I looked around me.
"Can you look for a medical kit?" I asked, looking back at Natasha, and Steve.
They both nodded their heads, and started searching the room. A few seconds later Stark walked back into the room.
"Stark where's the medical kit?" Steve asked, sounding irritated.
Stark walked past Steve, and headed for a cabinet in the corner. He opened the cabinet, and pulled a small box out of it. He carried the box over to me, and set it down next to Cat on the gurney. Stark walked away, and came back with a monitor. I looked at it for a second not sure what it was at first. Then I realized it was a heart monitor.
"Good idea," I mumbled.
I set up the monitor, and watched for a couple seconds as the monitor showed her heart beat. It was beating at an irregular pace.
"Well you managed to stop the bleeding from the front side of the wound, but the back of it's still bleeding," Stark stated.
I looked back at her. Stark had rolled her onto her side so he could see the wound on her back.
"Keep pressure on her back, while I try to close the wound on this side," I ordered.
Stark nodded his head, and set his hand over the wound on her back. I looked through the medical kit, and grabbed the supplies I'd need to close the wound. I had to rip her shirt open slightly in order to get better access to the wound. Suddenly Steve was standing next to me holding out a basin full of water and a rag.
"Thanks," I murmured. I quickly cleaned the blood off her skin around the wound.
"Director Fury said he's sending someone to pick up Loki, they should be here within the hour," Natasha stated.
I just nodded my head, and got to work on stitching up the wound. It took me three minutes and thirty-five stitches to close up the wound. I bandaged up the front half of her wound with a large gauze pad and some medical tape.
"All right now roll her onto her stomach so I can stitch up the back of the wound," I ordered. Stark rolled her onto her stomach, and I started stitching up the wound.
"She's lost a lot of blood. She's going to need a transfusion," I stated. Stark nodded his head.
"Yeah got it," Stark replied, walking away.
He came back just as I was finishing stitching up the wound. He handed me the bag. I looked down at it. Blood type: O-. I looked up at Stark.
"How do you know what blood type she is?" I asked.
"Her mom used to work for me, and well she was kind of accident prone," Stark replied, shrugging his shoulders.
I nodded my head, and turned back to Cat. Her face was really pale, so pale that she looked like a ghost. I set the bag up, and watched as the blood slowly went into her arm. I put a bandage over the wound I'd just finished stitching up. I rolled her back onto her back. I cleaned off the rest of the blood that was covering her arm.
"Now what?" Steve asked.
I turned to look at them.
"Now we wait to see if she'll be okay," I mumbled.
Suddenly the heart monitor went crazy. I turned to look at it. Her heart rate had sped up. I looked over at Cat, she was convulsing, and I had to hold her down to keep her from rolling off the gurney.
"Guys I could use some help over here," I shouted, as I tried to hold her arms down.
They all rushed forward. Both Stark and Steve held her legs down, while Natasha helped me hold her arms/shoulders down. Her entire body shook, then suddenly the convulsions stopped, and the heart monitor flat lined.
"Stark do you have a defibrillator in here?" I asked.
Stark nodded his head, and raced off. He came back a second later with a defibrillator. I turned it on, and charged up the paddles, then shocked her. But there was no change.
"Come on toots," Stark mumbled behind me.
I shocked her again, and the monitor showed a faint heartbeat. I sighed, and put the paddles down next to the defibrillator. I felt someone's arm on my shoulder, and I looked back to see that it was Steve who had set his hand on my shoulder. I sat down next to Cat on the gurney. She was so pale, and it scared me to think that I could lose her.
"Here," Tony muttered, holding out a shirt to me.
I took the shirt and looked it over. The shirt was black, and had Guns & Roses printed on it.
"Natasha, can you help me get the shirt on her?" I asked.
Natasha nodded her head and walked over to the gurney. She helped me remove the remains of her old Batman shirt, and then helped me carefully slip the Guns & Roses T-shirt onto her. The shirt was way too big on her and hung so low on her it looked like a dress. I glanced at the blood covered Batman shirt in my hands and sighed. She'd told me that it was a present from her mom for her birthday, and now it was ruined. I shook my head, and dumped the ruined T-shirt into a trash can.
"I found this while I was looking for the medical kit earlier. I'm sure she'll need it when she wakes up," Steve said suddenly, holding out a sling.
I nodded my head, and quietly slipped the sling over her head, and around her arm…
