The Earth Change!

I'm not the boss.
I just have a good head on my shoulders.
-i pick up Bryant and carry him back to the market-

*as they continue, occasionally radios can be heard... playing techno music,more specifiacally daft punk, followed by some strange coordanants... and what seems to be a voice of a teen, but most of that is static, and it goes to another song*

-catch the bottle and start to drink-
"thanks, in about half an hour i would be able to stay on my feet.. i got to stop doing foolish things..."

*refer to Bryant's words while emptying the backpack on one of the shelves* Let me get an Amen for that... I'm off for looting, I'll leave all the things here. *raise eyebrow* If anything's missing when I come back, I will for sure know it. Don't mess with it. *Go into the night with Bourne*

Hmph.
(Bryant will be fine on his own.)
-i go to accompany CJ on the looting-
Never hurts to have backup.

*turn around and nod to Falz suprised by his will to come along* Never hurts indeed. I was thinking to get some medicine, bandages and other medical things first. There is an abandoned hospital nearby. I was there few nights ago. There's a lot of good stuff left behind there, but it's just a matter of time when someone else will get the same idea.

Agreed.
A hospital like this should have multiple supply rooms, so i'll get the upper floors, you get the lower. Sound good?

No.
You stay here.
Bryant's out of action, and we need someone to guard the supplies we have.

*nod* Deal. Search for anything useful but not too heavy and we'll find a bag or something to be able to transport things. But don't make it to much and too heavy although we need a lot of things. After we're done we need to check on some food supplies and hopefully batteries or circuits that are transportable and haven't been burned by that overpower.

I've got food covered.
-i go upstairs and begin taking essentials into a medical storage bag: gauze, bandages, disinfectant, anesthetic, a small plastic case with needles and gauges, so on and so forth-

*check downstairs in the lab for antibiotics and all sort of vaccine liquids, some painkillers and aspirin, etc. Whistle while working and singing a song out of boredom. Find some kind of bag and start putting everything that can fit in. In the lab corner notice a shelve with acidic and alkaline solutions* ...Well well, this could be useful these days. *Put few bottles of each carefully in a separated part of the bag and turn to another shelf to reach for scissors, pins and surgery sewing equipment. Climb up the shelf but it gave out and stumbled on the ground* Shit! *Try to run but the half part of body got stuck under it. Swear out loud and ignore the pain while trying to get out* Mother of... gah! *Bourne bark loud* Bourne! For f*cks sake...*pant* shut up!

-bourne's barks echo through the hospital-
Huh?
-bark!-
That girl!
Good thing i've got everything i need....
-i rush downstairs to where CJ and Bourne are-
Good god!
-i run over to CJ and kneel next to her, pushing off anything on top of her-
Can you stand?

I think so...*stand up, but soon falls back down in pain. I examined the source of pain in my right leg. There is a deep cut on the out side of the thigh. Sigh* On second thought... I might just hang around for a while, enjoying the view from here... *lean on the wall and cut open part of jeans over the wound. Joke around covering up an enormous pain* All right, get wild...You don't seem to...have some alcohol to spice up this party, do you? *look at Falz and grin* Seriously, I need to stitch this up or it will get infected.

Let me.
-you see me pull out a bottle of alcohol and dampen a rag with it-
This is gonna sting a bit.

*sarcastic but not mean laugh* O yeah? Ha ha, no shit...who would have thought. *take a clean piece of fabric* We don't want to upset Bourne and drag more of those things we saw, now do we? *Bite on the fabric expecting every second to sustain a scream*

-i quickly press the cloth into the wound, holding it there for 30 seconds-
Ok.
-i quickly wrap the wound, then hoist the bags onto my shoulders-
Do you want me to carry you?

*spit the fabric and wipe off sweat of the forehead panting* Thanks, but no thanks...I can walk...just...*get up still hurting but somehow able to limp* It is swollen. Once it calms down...it will be *pant* like nothing happened... *Look at torn jeans* Well, I don't like these anyway... *Tear them completely and make a shorts out of them* Ok...let's go. *Limp persistently towards the exit* I can handle...this...

-i look at you for a few seconds, then sigh-
-i walk over and place your arm around my shoulders, supporting your weight-
Come on. Can't have you slowing us down.