fandomtownies | Colorado Countryside to the Causeway: Thursday night [6-16-11]

Mercy had finally decided that this was a great opportunity to make her first shift since she'd left Montana months ago. She waited till dusk, then crossed over the causeway and hiked along until she found a nice secluded area. She stripped down, tucked her clothes into her pack and hid it under a handy tree, then shifted. As always it was a quick, easy, almost instantaneous change. She stretched happily, reached up a paw to scratch her ear to get out the last tingles from the change, and headed off into the countryside.

It was fabulous to be able to run full out under the rising moon. She chased after a few squirrels just for the fun of it, then made a concerted effort to chase down a rabbit for a meal. After that she played. There really wasn't another word for it. She ran, splashed through a small creek she found, dozed for a bit, then reluctantly headed back towards the causeway. Somehow though she'd wandered a bit too close to one of the ranches and the next thing she heard was shouting and the blast of a shotgun.

She ducked the first blast, but got caught on her left flank with the second. Yelping, she made her way as quickly as possible to cover, then slunk and limped her way back to where she'd left her pack. By the time she got there, she was a mess and shifting only made things worse. She pulled her clothes on, cursing the whole time, then limped the rest of the way to the causeway. She took a moment to collect herself before crossing over, but knew there wasn't anything she could do about the blood and mess until she could get somewhere to clean up.

And some of the buckshot was going to need to be pulled out. Great. It's not like she was back in Montana with a doctor used to this sort of thing nor was she prepared to strip down and ask some new acquaintance to pull the metal out.

Well, she'd just muddle through the best she could.

Mercy took a deep breath and started across, limping and cursing under her breath as she went.

[ooc: For one who knows who she is and up early for great SP justice.]

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Bags in hand, Caroline was just making her way back from some shopping when a breeze lifted the scent of blood into the air. And not boring elk blood. The change in Caroline was instant and she turned to sniff out the source.

Spotting the limping Mercy, Caroline pushed back the hunger, knowing she needed to calm herself down if she was going to get through helping an obviously bleeding human. She dropped her bags and sped to the girl's side in an instant, reaching for her arm. "Mercy! What happened?"

Mercy had smelled Caroline coming and debated whether she should try and get out of sight to try and preserve her wounded pride. In the end, though, even if she'd wanted to, she was too sore to move quickly enough.

She gave Caroline a weak smile. "Hey. Got myself shot. Smart, huh?"

This sort of thing happened in Mystic Falls, but not in Fandom, as far as Caroline had experienced. "Who shot you?" she asked nosily, as she took a look over the girl. "Good God, did you get hit in the ass? Should I be dragging you toward a hospital before you bleed out?" And oh, how Caroline needed to not focus on the blood part.

"A, um, a rancher, I think," Mercy said. "I guess maybe I was trespassing without realizing it and he was the kind to shoot first and ask questions later."

She grimaced. "Yes. I got shot in the ass and I need some medical treatment, but I'd really prefer not to go to a hospital. Too many questions, you know?"

They'd be too likely to wonder why the buckshot pattern didn't make sense now that she was back in human form.

"Right, of course, um..." Caroline thought fast. "Oh oh! There's a clinic! I could carry you? I'm really strong and it might stop you from like, making the whole shot thing worse." Did bullet wounds get worse? And did Mercy really think Caroline wasn't going to ask how she managed to piss off a rancher just on sight?

"Oh please," Mercy said looking mortified. "As if this isn't humiliating enough already, you can't carry me! I walked all the way here. But, um... how far is the clinic?"

Maybe if she could just walk into the clinic on her own two feet?

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"Um, just on the other side of the docks, but the park, I think?" Caroline replied, chewing at her lip like she wasn't sure letting Mercy try to walk would be a good thing. "Seriously, I'm fast, too. It'll be like, ten seconds. I so don't think you have to worry about being able to walk when you're gonna get your pants cut off your ass, you know?"

"Oh geez, you had to remind me," Mercy said. She really didn't want to be carried, but on the other hand she wasn't sure how much further she could realistically walk. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Okay, okay. You can carry me. Please. I'd appreciate it."

That was all the permission Caroline needed before she moved to scoop up the other girl and hurry her straight for the clinic. Really, super vampire speed and strength was kind of awesome sometimes.

"Hey, you'd totally have done the same for me," Caroline told her. "Well, maybe not the carrying thing." Mercy didn't look all that strong.

Mercy was a lot stronger than she looked, but still. "Yeah," she admitted. "I'd find a way, but it would take me one heck of a lot longer to get you anywhere."

She put a hand over her eyes to give herself a moment. "This so sucks."

"I so demand the story," Caroline told her. "Um, once the whole bleeding bullet wound thing is taken care of." Sure she liked the dirt, but she really didn't need to be around the temptation.

Mercy was quiet for a moment. Jake knew. And Caroline was dating Jake which meant he trusted her. And she did owe her...

"Fair enough," she said after a moment. "Once all this mess is taken care of. Privately, though, okay?"

Caroline set Mercy gingerly down on her feet to get that clinic door open. "Oh, right! Of course." Damn, but the blood smell was going to make her crazy. "I didn't mean like, while the doctor was digging for a bullet, that would be totally rude. And I don't think I need to be like, watching that either." So many reasons there.

"Thanks," Mercy said and began to hobble through the door into the clinic. "We can talk about it afterwards."

Colorado Countryside to the Causeway: Thursday night [6-16-11]

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