Realistic Modern Day RP {Open}

Conner looked at her, suddenly confident and serious since he was in his element, "Look, if he doesn't lay down, I can't put the iv in. I don't put the iv in, he doesn't get fluids and nutrients. He doesn't get fluids and nutrients, and he can't replenish blood. He doesn't replenish blood, he dies," the boy growled, "So unless you want to watch him bleed out and then die from malnutrition, I suggest you get him to lay down and stay still," after that, he turned and grabbed wipes, beginning to sterilize the needles. Last thing they needed was an infection. He dropped one and bent down to pick it up, the outline of the gun in his back pocket clearly visible.

Conner set the needles on the tray before attatching one to the Iv. Having an idea, he grabbed a vile of a clear liquid from the cupboard and filled a syringe with it, walking stealthily to the side of Clovis before leaping and jerking his head to the side, sticking the needle in and emptying it. He leapt back and waited for a second, catching the boy when he fell limp, then leaning him back on the bed, "Anesthesia," he explained vaguely, "Should keep him knocked out for a bit,"

App stayed by Clovis' side and startled when Connor jumped Clovis to put a shot of liquid in him. She grabbed Clovis and hauled him away from Connor, suddenly frightened of what Connor might do to him. She heaved Clovis up onto pillows, glaring at anyone who was too close. She seemed almost animal like as she hissed at Connor, eyes wide. She snarled at Molly when she commented about the gun.

Dareon had hid, with his bag. He watched everyone from a distance, almost stalking them, he winced when he saw all the different wounds and injuries. He blinked, kinda surprised when the girl, who seemed to cling to the guy who was just knocked unconcious, hissed at the guy who had done it. He mumbled a little too loudly. "Why's she so protective of him..?"

Dareon shrank back when the mean girl noticed him. He turned on his heel and started trying to quickly jog away, a bit frightened.

App sat next to Clovis and gathered him into her arms, cuddling him protectively while staring at the others to make sure they didn't come close.

Dareon stops when the girl coughs up blood. He creeps closer, concerned. "You should be resting…" He chokes out in a hoarse voice. Gods, he hadn't used his voice in forever…

Conner looked at App, "I can't help him if you hold him like that!" he said exhasperated, "Do all of you want him to die?" he was getting frustrated, "Because I have no ties to this man. I can leave and not look back, then you'd have a dead friend. So, if I were you, I'd back the f*ck up and let me work," he held the iv needle in one hand and some tape in the other, "The sooner the better"

Oh, sorry. Figured the one asterisk was enough, but I'll censor the rest from now on. Sorry 'bout that!//

App looked down, ashamed. She wanted… "I'm sorry… I'd like… I'd like you to help him…" Tears started sliding down her pale cheeks. She gently set Clovis down and slid off the bed onto the floor and curled up, eyes peeking just over her knees.

Conner turned away and pulled the supplies closer, pressing on his arm until a vein revealed itself. He slid the needle inside gently and taped it down, squeezing the bag slightly to watch the liquid slide down the tube and into his arm. Next, he moved to the wound, feeling on the other side for an exit wound. Finding none, he turned to the others, "I have to get the bullet out," he said, "If the wound is shallow enough, I might just be able to pull it out, but if it's deep I'll have to cut into him,"

App squeaked when he mentioned cutting and restrianed herself from grabbing Clovis again. She just nodded, playing with a loose string from a tear in her pants.

Whelp. Time for a rewrite! All the context I got was 'he got shot' so… XD//

Conner turned away and pulled the supplies closer, pressing on his arm until a vein revealed itself. He slid the needle inside gently and taped it down, squeezing the bag slightly to watch the liquid slide down the tube and into his arm. Next, he moved to the wound, feeling on the other side for an exit wound. Finding none, he turned to the others, "I have to get the bullet out," he said, "If the wound is shallow enough, I might just be able to pull it out, but if it's deep I'll have to cut into him,"

REWRITE:

Conner's eyes wandered over the destroyed arm, moving to the other arm and pressing on it until a vein revealed itself. He slid the needle inside gently and taped it down, squeezing the bag slightly to watch the liquid slide down the tube and into his arm. The boy returned to Clovis' arm, running his fingers over the many woulds, "I have to amputate it," he said quietly, looking at them, "If he keeps it, he'll die," he'd never done an arm amputation before, but he'd done plenty of fingers and toes… how much different could it be?

(Auhg I was in claaasss)

Claire just watched. All my fault….. The thought echoed consistently in her mind. All my fault…..

I wish I could give him a cool metal one XD. Maybe they meet a metalworker later on?
But if he used it as a shield, then medically and realistically speaking it would most definately need to be amputated. There would be no way anything else could be done//

Okay. Continuing with the amputation XD//

Considering there wasn't really modern medical technology, Conner had to make do with what he had. Making sure the iv was still going, Conner picked up what he needed.
~Time skip because I'm too lazy to explain the process~
Conner finished the last patch of skin, searing it closed. Next, he grabbed the gauze and covered the stump. Stepping back, the boy wiped his forehead. He'd been working nonstop for hours to ensure it was done right, "I'll have to go back in in a few days to make sure there's no infection but he should be fine now." Conner said exhaustedly

(Im here jus in the middle of class XD)

XD ooooooooooooooooooooooooooffffff lol. OKay. So whatever needed to happen, happened to heal him because I'm not doing another rewrite//