Name: Murrin Owens
Ring Name/Nickname:
Attire: Dark blue skinny jeans, pink short-sleeve knit top, wedged espadrilles.
Location: The Good Brew Pub
Tagging: Anyone; Mark, Joseph, Julia, Mike
Name: Mark Owens
Age: 19
Short Description: Older fraternal twin brother to Murrin Owens, protective of his sister, kind, fun, fan of wrestling, works at the hospital as a patient transporter.
Location: The Good Brew Pub
Tagging: Murrin, Joseph, Julia, Mike
(Friday June 6, 2014; Later afternoon)
For Mark everything suddenly just clicked in his mind causing everything about him to somehow blot out into the background. Everything, that was, save Murrin. He looked over at Joseph and gave him a quick look asking that he make sure that she was looked after just in case anyone was still lingering about. He then turned all attention to the man on the floor. As he did, he began asking questions of the crying woman. "Can you tell me what exactly happened here and how long he's been like this? Did you call an ambulance, if not, do so now."
In the mean time, Mark noticed that when Joseph had asked the man if he could hear him, he had given him a nod. That was a good sign. It showed coherence. It showed he could move to an extent. Quickly, he reached for the man's wrist, careful not to move him further and took a pulse. Thankfully, it was still strong, another good sign. But it was clear the guy was still in pretty bad shape and probably suffering from a mild concussion from the looks of things. Letting go of his wrist, he observed the man's breathing. It looked labored, an indicator of a possible broken or cracked rib or two. Glancing further, he looked for any signs of potential internal bleeds, but he didn't see any and let out a breath of relief at that.
Murrin meanwhile just watched her brother in awe. She was always in awe at how Mark was able to keep so calm in these sorts of situations. He could just shut out everything and focus on the task at hand and it was why she knew he'd make a damn fine EMT one day once he got all his classes done. The hospital was damn lucky to have such a persistent guy gunning for it, so she thought, because they'd have one amazing tech on their ambulance one day... She then looked over at Joseph while her brother continued to do his thing and wiped at her eyes. She hadn't even realized she'd started crying, but she had. Such things always got to her to a degree and it was partly why Mark had wanted her to be taken care of, though only a small part in comparison to the potential dangers he feared could still be lurking about. But even still. She knew how her brother thought and worked. "Sorry," she mumbled softly to Joseph. She backed away from the scene just a bit more so that Mark had a bit more room and stumbled causing her to wince with embarrassment.
Mark looked over at Murrin very briefly when Murrin stumbled. He gave her an apologetic look that he couldn't be there for her in her time of need. But he knew she'd understand why. "Sir, it looks like you might have a couple broken ribs. I don't want you to move in case one of them might be pressing on your lungs. If you do, it could puncture it. Please try to stay still until an ambulance gets here and you can be properly manipulated." He placed a gentle hand on the man's head and gave him a reassuring smile. "Try not to worry. Right now, your lungs look fine. Just stay still. I'm going to help tie off some off some of your wounds, so anything you feel right now, that is what I'll be doing. Try not to move, you should only feel pressure. Everything will be all right. You'll be at the hospital soon." He touched his head once again and gave him another smile and as he did, he hoped that an ambulance would arrive soon. He knew his assessment was a good one, but he knew the man needed to get into urgent care. His lungs were still at risk and being pressed against. Why anyone would do this... he just couldn't comprehend it.
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