poly_chromatic | 003 || [Accidental Intentional Video]

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marvel 616 - natasha romanoff

003 || [Accidental Intentional Video]

[She fumbles for the phone trying to pick it up, her hands are shaking. This is not her favorite way to wake up- Not that it's anyone's favorite way to wake up. Blood has soaked through the sheet covering her chest, its sticky uncomfortable against her skin, so she moves it to get a look. Her fingers dipping down to brush over wounds she has no memory of receiving.

Eyes lock for a moment on fingers coated with blood, she casts a quick glance down, but a sharp pain in the center of her chest is really all she needs to confirm her suspicions, she's not dreaming, that pain is too real. It makes her vision white out around the edges and forces her to drop her head back on to the pillows, huffing a few ragged breaths to keep herself from passing out.

She injured. Gravely, by judging by how erratic her heartbeat feels in her chest. It's out of rhythm and painful. Breathing is difficult... Her already bloodied hand rests over the wounds on her chest, applying pressure to the worst of the wounds peppered across it.

But none of that can be seen at the moment, the view is of the ceiling in her room. Her fingers grope along the edge of bedside table trying to find her damn phone, she needs-- ]

Ahh! Fuck..

[Hissing through clenched teeth, she curls for a moment around herself, the phone forgotten. Her hands tight fists against her chest, when she finally manages steady herself again she glances over at the table and spots the phone, and reaches out finally getting a grip on it and bringing it to her. She turns the device in her hands and smearing blood across the display. Once she has a proper grip on the phone she can finally be seen.

Deathly pale and sweaty, she looks like death warmed over and is taking shallow sips of air to keep her heart-rate down, because... it doesn’t seem to hurt as much when she doesn't let fear try to sink it's claws in her.

She fumbles the buttons, and turns the feed off. Cursing to herself for not noticing that it was already open she manages to get it turned back on, her eyes close briefly with from the relief of managing to at least establish an open line of communication. ]

I-... [Her voice is barely a wheeze, she pauses to let out another small slow breath. Yes, even in the face of possible impending death, she can still find a way to hold on to her calm resolve. Deal with it. There is no panic in her voice, yet.] I may need help.

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Agent Romanoff! Do you know someone who can take you to the hospital?

[Of all the places she doesn't want to be...]

I- [Slow breath out, slow breath in. And here comes the stubborn.] No.

[That is not very helpful.]

Is there someone nearby with medical knowledge?

[Yeah, well....

Damn questions.]

No.. [She really doesn't want to go to the hospital. Though, Barton probably wouldn't appreciate her, possibly dying in the bed.] First aid, mostly... But.. This is... outside my skill set.

Would you be willing to give me your location?

[Not that he has anything more than what was taught at the Academy, but what else is there to do?]

...I'm not sure if this is good news, but I think that this is a curse where no one dies of their injuries.

Yeah..

[After some effort, and a long pause she manages to send her location as a text.]

Not exactly the worst news so far today..

[That just means she has to go through the rest of the day, feeling like her heart is going to shred apart... awesome.]

Second worst, maybe.

I will be there very soon.

Not going anywhere.

No, rush...

[Of course there's a rush! Copious amounts of blood always means there's a rush.

Soon enough, Chekov knocks on what should be the correct door.]

Agent Romanoff?

[She struggles to get up and to the door. Bear with her, this might take a little while.

. . .

. . .

. . .

And then she's pulling the door open. Not exactly the way she might have liked to meet people and all that.]

Chekov... [One hand braced against the door frame, with a knuckle white grip.]

Come in.

[Because she can't stand any longer, and she's going to go sit.]

[He could have opened the door, really. If nothing else, cleaning up the blood tomorrow isn't going to be fun.]

Thank you, but perhaps you should lay down...? Do you know the extent of your injury?

[Chekov starts rifling through the bag he brought with him.]

I wish I could say that it's nice to meet you in person, but under these circumstances...

[What sort of hostess would she been making her guest let himself in. The blood is... bad, but she's managed to stanch most of the flow with a towel. She starts to nod, but the motion makes everything sway.]

This way.

[She takes his arm with her free hand and uses him to support her back to the bedroom. Might as well keep most of the blood confined to one room right?

Easing herself down on to the bed she lays back.]

I'm not sure. Several, small wounds across my chest, a few a bit larger. Pain... It feels like-- [She pauses to breathe.]-- something is trying to shred my chest from the inside.

[She gives a tired smile.]

Not...my c-choice for a first meeting, but I've done worse.

[Manners aren't necessary when there's blood involved, but if she insists. Chekov helps her to the bed.]

Worse than this? Ay, I would not want to meet anyone under worse conditions.

[Shredding from the inside? That sounds... unpleasant. He takes a gadget from the bag and waves it over the bloodied area. It makes a faint mechanical sound and its screen lights up with information.]

Don't panic, please, but according to this, I think you should be dead. The dermal regenerator hasn't worked on any injuries I have seen today, but I can give you something for the pain, if you are not opposed to that.

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what's happening?

[ Because at this point that could be any number of people's wounds; a lot of them look similar to one another until closer inspection. ]

do you need someone to come over?

[Her brow furrows.]

Why the hell are you texting? [No, no.. don't get excited. Breathe.

She swings the camera down and moves her other hand away. Look familiar now? She doesn't know it, but this is your fault isn't it?]

Just a little fun. [Sarcasm is their friend.] A lot of blood and... [She pauses again, her vision is swimming...] Fuck...

[ also it conveniently hides the look on his face when he sees that, so. ]

where are you? you need to stay conscious. is someone helping yet

[She groans narrowing her eyes at the screen.]

Home. I'm home- Barton's. In bed.

[Check out her displeased, 'duh' face.]

Trying... Not as easy as you think...

[A small pause, and a whimpering little laugh, because laughing is better than crying.]

Gonna harvest my organs if I pass out?

[She closes her eyes and is silent for a long stretch, she doesn't open them when she answers, her voice soft and barely above a whisper.]

Yes. They're on the way.

do you need him to be awake or what?

[ actually. there's not much most people are going to be able to do for her anyway. maybe he can help figure out a... thing. it shouldn't be that hard to work it out without further invasion, right? ]

who is it

No. He doesn't. [She'd really rather avoid having him see her like this as long as possible.]

Chekov.

[ yeah, okay, he can sort of respect not showing other people things

and chekov... chekov. ]

science or medicine? you need both

[Seeing as there isn't much that can be done anyway.]

Medicine. He said it's a curse.
Good news: I won't die.
Bad news: stuck like this all day.

[Would it be better if she just had you come kill her? If you kill her, will she die? And if she does die, will she be okay again?]

no you won't die i know that already but that doesn't mean you don't need to be stabilized or something, idk, i'm not a doctor, i just know that's not healthy.

Decidedly, not health.

Medication, won't do any good. Metabolize it too quickly to be effective.

[She'll dress the wounds, keep still and suffer for the rest of the day. Sure beats the potential for traumatic excessive medical treatment that would be... traumatic.]

Want to suffer in silence with me? Bring some cards, we'll play 'chest wounds are awesome' strip poker.

[He doesn't have to, they'd be terrible company for each other anyway.]

that blows. what about booze? same thing?

nah, not really feeling it today. raincheck though, definitely. rather suffer in silence over here by myself