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Post by Esperanza on Oct 13, 2012 20:49:40 GMT -8
OOC: Been over a week, so I give up on the doc...
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Being as polite as she could, Esperanza navigated her way back through the saloon, brushing aside the men who tired to get her attention and finally making it back to her room.
"Senor?" she called as she pushed open the door carefully, not wanting to get shot, "It is me, Esperanza, I could not find the doctor, but I brought this..." She held out a bottle of laudanum.
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Post by anskee5 on Oct 14, 2012 8:43:15 GMT -8
((ooc: Is fine. We will go on.))
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By the time Esperanza got back to the room Doc was back in the bed and covered by a sheet from the waist down. He had been drinking the whiskey which helped the pain in his lungs but he was still broken out with sweat from his fever. When he looked at her his eyes were red rimmed and he was very pale and weak looking, the bottle in his hand balanced on his leg. The glass he had been using still sat on the bedside table next to him.
"My beautiful savior," he looked up at her with a weak grin. It was more than obvious that he was very drunk. "If you think it will help I will give it a try," he told her looking at the bottle she held. "Now, come to me, my angel. Come and sit by me on the bed," he patted a place next to him.
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Post by Shawn Flanagan on Oct 15, 2012 12:00:26 GMT -8
Shawn was walking down the street toward the Blackbird Saloon. Shawn witnessed that young beautiful female, name Esperanza running to the Doctor's office. A pretty lady she was, but Shawn wondered about her finding happiness.
Walking through the door, Shawn entered the Blackbird Saloon. How he hated this place. The place was a devil's den. He wanted to make his presence known. It was business, network and just to show he was not a creepy undertaker. The man moved to the bar. He ordered a whiskey. It would help to wash the memory of the still baby he recently buried. A infant, new to the world, never had a chance to take a breath, but died. The Angels of Heaven took the child. The mother of the child was hit hard. Poor woman, Shawn did what he could do for her. It pained him to see this loss. It came with the occupation.
Esperanza rushed up the stairs, Shawn could not miss that. He was wondering what was going on? He turned to look to see if the Doctor was around. “Barkeep. Have you seen the Doctor recently?” he asked. The barkeep answered that he did not see the doctor for a bit.
Shawn sipped his whiskey again, staring at the stairs. Not sure what to do. The barkeep placed down another whiskey front of Shawn.
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Post by Esperanza on Oct 15, 2012 20:58:03 GMT -8
Esperanza sighed as she sat on the bed next to him, then she ran her fingers through his hair. "You are on fire, senor."
She rose slowly, then poured some water into a bowl then returned to the bedside. She dipped a rag into the cool water, wrung it out then started to wipe hi down, humming softly as she did...
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Post by anskee5 on Oct 16, 2012 4:17:03 GMT -8
The wet rag was cooling and helped to make him feel better. "You're so good to me, darlin'," he gave her a weak smile. "But do you think we could move that mule out of the way before we cross the river?' He was delusional from the fever and not making any sense.
The handkerchief he had been holding turned red with blood as he coughed hard into it. Gasping for breath his lips were covered with blood. Having trouble breathing he turned pale white and looked at her with watery eyes. "I need help, my lady Hope," he begged her with a raspy, raw voice. "Help me."
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Post by Esperanza on Oct 16, 2012 22:15:42 GMT -8
"I will tell the mule to go away," Esperanza said with a smile, wetting the rag and wringing it out before wiping his forehead again.
"I need help, my lady Hope," he begged her with a raspy, raw voice. "Help me."
"I'm sorry, I don't know what to do." She blinked tears as she looked down at him and the blood, then she bent to kiss him on the forehead. "Do not go away," she murmured, then she ran downstairs...it was all she could think of, to get Duke, he would certainly know what to do.
"Duke!" she called quietly as she approached the man, "I need your help in my room, por favor, a man is ill and I cannot find the doctor."
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Post by Duke on Oct 17, 2012 6:31:11 GMT -8
"Duke!" she called quietly as she approached the man, "I need your help in my room, por favor, a man is ill and I cannot find the doctor."
Duke was watching the crowd wondering where Doc was when Esperanza ran up to him begging him to find help for a sick man.
Frowning he looked around and saw the undertaker leaning against the bar. "He has skills," he pointed to Shawn Flanagan. "Go ask him. Have you seen Doc Holliday lately?" he asked her. "He's usually here this time of day."
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Post by Esperanza on Oct 17, 2012 13:16:25 GMT -8
"But it is Doc in my room!" Esperanza glanced at him then to Shawn. "He does not need an undertaker, yet." Her nose wrinkled up. Did he really intend her to as an undertaker to play doctor? "He is coughing blood. I gave him some laudanum, but I do not think it is helping..."
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Post by Duke on Oct 17, 2012 14:31:55 GMT -8
Duke looked at her in shock. "Doc? Doc is sick in your room? Listen, I know Mr. Flanagan is the undertaker but I do believe he has doctoring skills. Let's ask him to look at Doc and see what he can do to help him. Come with me," he moved across the saloon to where the undertaken was leaning against the bar. "Mr. Flanagan, we need your help with a sick friend. Would you go with us to see what you can do for him?" he asked Shawn.
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Post by Shawn Flanagan on Oct 17, 2012 14:40:34 GMT -8
Shawn was finishing his whiskey as Esperanza and Duke came over to his side. It was not the bossy walk over, it was more a casual rushed to his side. He turned to look at them. He listened to what was needed.
“Yes,” he said nodding his head. He pushed the shot glass away. “Lead the way,” he told them. He did not have his tools but he was not sure he needed them.
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Post by anskee5 on Oct 17, 2012 15:05:53 GMT -8
Doc Holliday laid in the bed, his face covered with sweat and mouth covered with blood. The handkerchief was bloodier than before from where he had been continually coughing. His eyes were watery and weak and his face ghostly white. When he saw the group coming into the room he looked up at them and began reciting poetry. "Weave a circle around him thrice And close your eyes with holy dread. For he on honey dew hath fed and drunk the milk of paradise..." --->click here Doc reciting poetry: |
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Post by Esperanza on Oct 17, 2012 16:07:16 GMT -8
Esperanza led the way up the stairs, then knocked softly before going in, giving him some warning that they were there. "It is just me," she murmured, "I brought Duke and...a doctor."
She stepped into the room then moved aside so the men could come in. Doc seemed to be hallucinating and she didn't want to get in the way if he decided that they meant him harm.
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Post by Shawn Flanagan on Oct 17, 2012 16:23:50 GMT -8
“Holiday you are not going anywhere,” Shawn said he removed his jacket. He looked at Esperanza. She looked white, and dead worried. “Esperanza, I need you go down stairs. Take my horse, ride it to the Funeral home, go inside through the back, through the kitchen, two doors down on the left, is my office. Go in there. To your right I have a black bag. Grab it, grab the coat, the other bag that is brown. And quickly bring it here,” he told her.
Now, he moved over the side of Holiday. He looked at Duke. “You bring me a basin full of hot water, all the clean clothes I can have,” he said to Duke. Shawn started to take Holidays' vital signs.
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Post by Duke on Oct 17, 2012 16:36:00 GMT -8
Duke left and directed his girls to bring to bring bowls of hot water and as many clean cloths as they could find. The whole saloon was a buzz with the news of Doc Holliday's illness. All the gambling stopped as the men and prostitutes watched and waited. Shortly the first bowl arrived along with clean rags and cloths.
"Here ya go, Shawn," Duke said as he laid the basin on a close table by where Shawn was trying to tend to Doc. "Need me to help you do anything to help you?"
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Post by Shawn Flanagan on Oct 17, 2012 16:42:55 GMT -8
"Pray,” Shawn replied to Duke. "Uh. I need you your help undress him from the top. I need to wash up my hands. And need ice too."
Shawn knows what to do player has no idea. So, Shawn had everyone to leave the room, but when Esperanza came back. Shawn would have asked her to help. The girl can't, Shawn would have Esperanza retrieve to get someone else to help him.
It would be a long time a few hours for him to get Holiday well. He was not perfect, but he has an idea and that is why it take him a little longer.
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