[Makes you sound like a sex pest, papi. All done. The paramedic rolls the last bandaid on over the final two sutures as Tommy turns back over his shoulder, mouth open. The woman winks before peeling away gloves. Get outta here, both of you, we all want to be wrapping up. Munson, seriously. Take it easy. Headache that won't go away and you call one of us.
Tommy stands as she's talking and looks at the wet, bloody twist of his shirt for just a moment before the other paramedic is handing him something dry. Lost and Found, he says as he gets back to clearing down. 'Eddie and the Dead Girls' is the headliner of the acts listed on the back of the festival merch but hell if he and Joel ain't there too, down toward the bottom. Tommy glances at it before climbing carefully into the cotton. Handshakes are exchanged.]
Thanks, Doc. C'mon, Trouble.[Tommy pulls the tarp back for Eddie to pass through ahead of him.
Outside even the mist has moved on and while one couldn't call it a beautiful - too many clouds still to catch stars - it's not bad. The rain's pushed the humidity on through, leaving something like a warm, clean night behind. In his pocket, Tommy's phone buzzes. JOEL: Nobody committed murder, not yet anyway. I'm sat at the hotel bar for now. Back later. He tucks it away.] Suppose this is where... well. You should probably get some sleep.
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Date: 2025-05-24 12:48 pm (UTC)Tommy stands as she's talking and looks at the wet, bloody twist of his shirt for just a moment before the other paramedic is handing him something dry. Lost and Found, he says as he gets back to clearing down. 'Eddie and the Dead Girls' is the headliner of the acts listed on the back of the festival merch but hell if he and Joel ain't there too, down toward the bottom. Tommy glances at it before climbing carefully into the cotton. Handshakes are exchanged.]
Thanks, Doc. C'mon, Trouble.[Tommy pulls the tarp back for Eddie to pass through ahead of him.
Outside even the mist has moved on and while one couldn't call it a beautiful - too many clouds still to catch stars - it's not bad. The rain's pushed the humidity on through, leaving something like a warm, clean night behind. In his pocket, Tommy's phone buzzes. JOEL: Nobody committed murder, not yet anyway. I'm sat at the hotel bar for now. Back later. He tucks it away.] Suppose this is where... well. You should probably get some sleep.