Disclaimer: All the characters from Dark Angle that I didn't make up along
with the world they live in belong to James Cameron and Fox. The 4:24
members, as well as the name, are not mine. They are four separate real
people and the name belongs to them. As for the rest well that is a
figment of my imagination.
A/N: Well another chapter in the making. I hope you are all enjoying my hard work.
Hope and Memory
Chapter 5: A Favor Called
Gabe sat in the chair next to the bed worrying about the young woman that rested in it. He had done all he could with the small amount of medical equipment he kept in his apartment. He had more than most citizens due to his profession as a bouncer, and the medical training he had received in collage and the military. You acquire quite a few cuts, bruises, burns, and the occasional broken bone when deal with riff-raff. But he hadn't had to deal with a mess, like this girl, in years. She needed blood and allot of it. The bullet that had hit her in the shoulder had fragmented on the bone. One of those fragments had become lodged in the joint. Her entire right calf was a bloody mess of flesh, cartilage, and bone. Three ribs on her right side were severely broken and possibly damaging internal organs. The huge gash on her forehead showed part of her skull and would take more than just stitches to sow up. And on top of all that, she had slipped back into unconsciousness that he wasn't sure she would make it back from.
There was only one person Gabe new that might have access to the medical supplies he needed to stabilize her. The last time Gabe and that person talked he had ended the conversation by throwing him threw a plate glass window. But Dree and the 4:24s did still owe him a big favor and it was time for Gabe to collect. So he picked up, with a shaking hesitancy that was rooted in a fear of last hope, the phone and began dialing a number he hadn't called in almost a year. He could still dial the number from memory. But this was the only time since the incident that he had wanted, no not wanted, needed to call it.
The phone rang for what seemed an eternity; Gabe sat there waiting for someone to answer, all the while not taking his eyes off the unconscious young woman lying in the bed. He watched as her chest rose and fell slightly in irregular intervolves. It was not a good sing but at lease she was breathing. He stared at her face; it was beautiful even covered in dirt and blood. He would have to clean it but not until after he got the supplies on their way.
"Yhellow," The voice on the other end of the phone broke Gabe's thoughts and brought him back to the mission at hand.
"Red Bud." He began saying a silent prayer. Red Bud was the only one out of the 4:24s that would give him the chance to explain his situation before he hung up. "It's Gabe. Don't hang up!"
"Hey man! You have some nerve calling here after what you did." Red Bud's voice turning stern, and semi-coarse. Gabe knew he had better start explaining or he would be ass out and so would the girl. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't hang up!"
"One because if you do a young girl is going to die and two I'm calling in my favor." Gabe replied back in a calm voice not wanting to start an argument that would involve the slamming down of phone receivers. "Now I need to talk to Dree ASAP."
"What the hell you talking about?" Red Bud's voice now having a hint of curiosity to it, "And Dree ain't here and neither is anyone else."
"I mean just what I said. I have a girl in my apartment. She's messed up real bad man. I found her in an ally." The urgency of the situation seeped into every word Gabe spoke. "Look, Bud I don't have time too chat. I need you to go and get a nice supply of blood from some of today's donors and an IV and bring it to my place or I am going to lose her!"
"Shit! Man calm down." All the coarseness had left Red Bud's voice and jumped instantly to concern. "Look man! You know I can't do that. Dree would kill me!"
"Man trust me! If you saw her you wouldn't be debating the fact that she needs help!" Gabe replied. "Plus I am not just going to sit here and watch her die after I nearly got shot trying to get her to my place safe."
"Shot! Dude what the hell have you gotten yourself into?" Red Bud said. There was a small pause and then "Fuck it! Dree can piss up a rope! Do you need any other supplies from the clinic while I'm there?"
"Thanks Bud." Gabe said relived that he had succeeded in his goal. "And yes I will need about 3 to 4 dozen bandages and well as antiseptic, plus the staple gun. Also bring a whole surgical kit, mine is lacking a few key pieces."
"Dude! She must be FUBARed to the max if you to need all that shit!" Red Bud replied to the list of supplies Gabe needed.
"You have no idea! Oh and if you see military looking folk around don't let them know where you are going. Your best bet is the ally out back you should remember where I hide the key." Answered Gabe.
"Will do. I'll see you when I get there. Then you will explain more of what the hell happened to you." Red Bud finished.
Gabe heard the phone click and realized Red Bud was on his way. Thank God ran though his head as he hung up the phone. Now he had better start doing what he could for the woman with what he had. Please let him get here quickly as he began cleaning up the young woman.
A/N: Well that is chapter 5. I hope you all enjoyed it. Chapter six should be up soon so until then take care and thanks for reading my story.
A/N: Well another chapter in the making. I hope you are all enjoying my hard work.
Hope and Memory
Chapter 5: A Favor Called
Gabe sat in the chair next to the bed worrying about the young woman that rested in it. He had done all he could with the small amount of medical equipment he kept in his apartment. He had more than most citizens due to his profession as a bouncer, and the medical training he had received in collage and the military. You acquire quite a few cuts, bruises, burns, and the occasional broken bone when deal with riff-raff. But he hadn't had to deal with a mess, like this girl, in years. She needed blood and allot of it. The bullet that had hit her in the shoulder had fragmented on the bone. One of those fragments had become lodged in the joint. Her entire right calf was a bloody mess of flesh, cartilage, and bone. Three ribs on her right side were severely broken and possibly damaging internal organs. The huge gash on her forehead showed part of her skull and would take more than just stitches to sow up. And on top of all that, she had slipped back into unconsciousness that he wasn't sure she would make it back from.
There was only one person Gabe new that might have access to the medical supplies he needed to stabilize her. The last time Gabe and that person talked he had ended the conversation by throwing him threw a plate glass window. But Dree and the 4:24s did still owe him a big favor and it was time for Gabe to collect. So he picked up, with a shaking hesitancy that was rooted in a fear of last hope, the phone and began dialing a number he hadn't called in almost a year. He could still dial the number from memory. But this was the only time since the incident that he had wanted, no not wanted, needed to call it.
The phone rang for what seemed an eternity; Gabe sat there waiting for someone to answer, all the while not taking his eyes off the unconscious young woman lying in the bed. He watched as her chest rose and fell slightly in irregular intervolves. It was not a good sing but at lease she was breathing. He stared at her face; it was beautiful even covered in dirt and blood. He would have to clean it but not until after he got the supplies on their way.
"Yhellow," The voice on the other end of the phone broke Gabe's thoughts and brought him back to the mission at hand.
"Red Bud." He began saying a silent prayer. Red Bud was the only one out of the 4:24s that would give him the chance to explain his situation before he hung up. "It's Gabe. Don't hang up!"
"Hey man! You have some nerve calling here after what you did." Red Bud's voice turning stern, and semi-coarse. Gabe knew he had better start explaining or he would be ass out and so would the girl. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't hang up!"
"One because if you do a young girl is going to die and two I'm calling in my favor." Gabe replied back in a calm voice not wanting to start an argument that would involve the slamming down of phone receivers. "Now I need to talk to Dree ASAP."
"What the hell you talking about?" Red Bud's voice now having a hint of curiosity to it, "And Dree ain't here and neither is anyone else."
"I mean just what I said. I have a girl in my apartment. She's messed up real bad man. I found her in an ally." The urgency of the situation seeped into every word Gabe spoke. "Look, Bud I don't have time too chat. I need you to go and get a nice supply of blood from some of today's donors and an IV and bring it to my place or I am going to lose her!"
"Shit! Man calm down." All the coarseness had left Red Bud's voice and jumped instantly to concern. "Look man! You know I can't do that. Dree would kill me!"
"Man trust me! If you saw her you wouldn't be debating the fact that she needs help!" Gabe replied. "Plus I am not just going to sit here and watch her die after I nearly got shot trying to get her to my place safe."
"Shot! Dude what the hell have you gotten yourself into?" Red Bud said. There was a small pause and then "Fuck it! Dree can piss up a rope! Do you need any other supplies from the clinic while I'm there?"
"Thanks Bud." Gabe said relived that he had succeeded in his goal. "And yes I will need about 3 to 4 dozen bandages and well as antiseptic, plus the staple gun. Also bring a whole surgical kit, mine is lacking a few key pieces."
"Dude! She must be FUBARed to the max if you to need all that shit!" Red Bud replied to the list of supplies Gabe needed.
"You have no idea! Oh and if you see military looking folk around don't let them know where you are going. Your best bet is the ally out back you should remember where I hide the key." Answered Gabe.
"Will do. I'll see you when I get there. Then you will explain more of what the hell happened to you." Red Bud finished.
Gabe heard the phone click and realized Red Bud was on his way. Thank God ran though his head as he hung up the phone. Now he had better start doing what he could for the woman with what he had. Please let him get here quickly as he began cleaning up the young woman.
A/N: Well that is chapter 5. I hope you all enjoyed it. Chapter six should be up soon so until then take care and thanks for reading my story.