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[location: NCIS foresics lab][visual] Medic!

Abby stumbled into her lab, closing the door with her foot before letting out a long sob of pain. God, she'd been holding that in since the alley, terrified that the green beast would hear her and come back. She fell against the wall, gasping as her shoulder was jarred. It was dislocated. She knew the practical ways to put it back in place, but having never actually done it herself, she was unsure of how to begin.

"Son of a." She stopped short and dug her tablet out, pressing a button, any button. The visual feed kicked on. "Anyone know how to fix a dislocated shoulder?" Her voice was steady, though the effort behind keeping it as such was evident. Her breathing as labored and her muscles ached from trying to keep herself as still as possible.

[[ooc Backdated to Halloween, after her encounter with the Hulk. Feel free to come to her aid or just walk her through it via tablet. Or any number of other things, really. I'm open!]]

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Yeah, actually. I can be there in... [Pause, as he checks the location.] ... like ten minutes. Y'alright otherwise?

[Oh, look, Dean is being a hero. Well, and deep down, he can't let a lady be in distress. Goes against his moral codes and all that.]

Abby let out a small whimper of relief at the sound of the voice. Who cares if she didn't actually know who it was. Any help was help at this point.

"I'm fine. Just a little shaken up. Thanks." She leaned her head back against the wall and concentrated on keeping herself still. She was about as close to the door as she could have possibly managed. Thank god for small favors.

True to his word, it takes Dean about ten minutes to get to where Abby is, following the dot on the map and driving to the forensics lab. Once he's there, he opens the door slowly, looking around inside, and immediately sees her. He moves over to her, but doesn't touch her yet, because hey, isn't permission needed for that kind of thing?

"Hey. Name's Dean, guy from the tablet. You said it's just a dislocated shoulder?"

Abby looked up when she heard the door. A small part of her panicked, thinking it was the green beast coming for her again. She sighed with relief when she saw it was just a regular guy. A regular guy she could handle. Giant green monsters? Not so much.

"Abby." She offered her name is reply. "Yeah, the left one." She was holding it awkwardly. "I know the logistics of how to get it back in, but having never done it before. Well." She trailed off and looked up at him.

Dean nods, and moves forward, examining her arm, checking it over. Ouch, dislocated shoulders suck. Dean's wondering what kind of thing did this, and of course, he's going to jump to the vampire conclusion, seeing as they did this to him before, but...

"Yeah, it's gonna hurt pushing this back in," Dean replies, and he presses his palm to her shoulder, holding her arm. "You ready?"

Abby knew that if she expected the pain, it would hurt worse. That's how it happened. Psychologically, she could make herself feel so much worse that the physical reality could ever even try to.

"Just do it." Her teeth were gritted, the words sliding out between the small spaces. Her free hand gripped at her dress - the Halloween costume, but it was dirty now.

That's why Dean is going to pull a Sam here.

"Alright, on three. One. Two." Crack, and Dean pops Abby's shoulder back into place before stepping back, just in case.

"Three." He finishes, and there might be a bit of a grin on his face. What a jackass.

Edited 2009-11-15 00:52 (UTC)

Abby knew it was better this way, but damn! She gasped in pain, her eyes closing tightly as she whimpered through the pain, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. Sniffling, she managed to get out "Thanks" between panting breaths.

After a moment, she managed to look up at him. He was smiling, proud of himself. Abby was grateful, though, and even though she thought he looked a little too enthused at her pain, she wouldn't deny how nice it felt to know that it was settled.

"Thanks." She said it more properly this time, slowly pushing herself up off the ground. She winced as she moved, not sure how to compensate for the wounded joint just yet.

Okay, so maybe he feels a little bad because it hurt for her so bad, but Dean's used to doing it to Sam, and Sam's so used to pain that it's more like two brothers shoving each other around. It's a knee-jerk reaction. And so Dean runs a hand through his hair and stops grinning. Be nice to the lady.

"Not a problem. Be careful on that," He adds, gesturing to her arm. "Probably gonna be sore. So watch out."

There's a slight pause, and then:

"How the hell'd you manage that, by the way?"

Abby got herself upright and cradled the hurt arm with her not-hurt one. She walked across the lab and got an ice pack from the freezer. No one could say she was unprepared. Abby held the pack against her shoulder, waiting for the cold to numb the pain a little.

"I was, I was out at the Halloween party. I came outside to find my friend and this, this thing was out there. Huge, green. I don't know what it was. I tried to run, but it came after me. I slammed into a telephone pole before ducking into an alley. Hid there until it was far enough away and came straight here." She let out a shaky breath. "Is this kind of stuff normal. You know, around here?"

Oh, woe. It's such a shame that Dean doesn't know who the Hulk is now, because he'd totally pick up on those cues any other time. Instead, he makes a 'wtf' face, and wonders if maybe he and Sam have some hunting to do.

"Huge green thing?" Dean is intrigued. But that will have to wait a minute; he's not sure he wants to go and get his ass kicked right after the whole vampire thing. He needs backup. And to make sure Mary isn't going to try to help. "Yeah, sort of. We've had baddies running around here since day one. Nothing huge and green, though."

How could he just. Sit there, and act like this was normal? Abby stared at him for a moment - trying to make sense of it.

"How? You know what? I don't want to know." She adjusted her ice pack. "Nothing makes sense her. Everything outside of this lab is just. Bullshit." She could feel herself getting worked up. Maybe it was still the pain or the trauma. She hadn't let herself realize everything that was happening. Now that it was finally sinking in, she could feel a bit of panic.

Her breathing became a little erratic. She started to pace. Hello, panic attack.

It's his life. He grew up with it.

But she's panicking, and actually, Dean's used to this too. Plenty of the people he's saved over the years have freaked out about this kind of stuff, and while he's not much better at calming people down than he was a few years ago, he has some idea of what to do.

"Hey, whoah whoah whoah. Calm down, kiddo," Dean says hastily, moving forward and putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it, you got a bunch of people here to watch your back. You'll be fine."

"Watch my back? Watch my back?" Abby's voice raised in pitch and volume. "Until today, you didn't even know me. No one here does. No one except." She dropped off before she could finish the sentence. David. He'd been there. She saw him before it all happened. He'd been there, but then the monster was there and David wasn't anymore. A part of her brain tried to tell her that she had watched him morph into that creature. The other part screamed that it didn't make any sense.

"Who's going to care if I live or die? If I didn't have that, that tablet thing, no one would have even known I was hurt. And even when I used it, only one person bothered to come." She'd seen so many people at the Halloween party. So many more than she had ever guessed lived in Taxon, and to think that only one person could take the time to help her when she was in pain and crying out for help? It didn't put much faith in her mind.

Dean is unfazed. Again, this is not new, and so he merely lets her finish, though he's wondering why she cut herself off, before. Did she know someone here? He's trying to think of reasons as to why she wouldn't finish her sentence (he's thinking either 'ex-boyfriend' or 'disapproving father figure' and trying to apply the labels to people in Taxon) when she finishes.

"At least one person did," Dean remarks mildly. "And I will again, if you need the help. You make everyone seem like a bad guy, sweetheart, and trust me, there's some bad suckers out there, but think about what night it is. It's Halloween. Nobody's checking the tablets, they're all at that party of yours."

Dean noticed right off the bat because he was being a social recluse at home.

Abby wasn't convinced. She only knew a handful of people in Taxon, and she didn't really imagine that a lot of them had her best interests at heart. if they had ended up here like she had, they were probably more concerned with finding their own way out, rather than helping out some random girl with a giant monster after her.

"If you say so." She replied, her tone obvious with disbelief. "And I don't think everyone is a bad guy." She added indignantly, "I just. This isn't something I'm used to, and. And it's not like I can be expected to be optimistic after all this, can I?"

Aw, that's not true. Dean's shining armor may be a little rusty, but he definitely has no intention of letting innocent people be hurt when he has the ability to keep them safe. While his own expression is vaguely indignant as well, from the suggestion that he wouldn't help again, he shrugs.

"Join the club, Abby. We got jackets."

She felt bad. He was the only one who had come to her aid, and she wasn't coming off very thankful. The panic was still gathered in her chest, but her head was clearing enough to realizing that she was coming off a bit like a brat.

"Sorry." She mumbled, planting her feet firmly so that she couldn't pace anymore. "I'm just not used to this." He obviously was. She'd picked that up, at least.

"Not many people are," Dean replies. He'll give her that. Not everybody has a batshit crazy life like he does. "I do this crap for a living."

"That's," She pauses, searching for the words, "An interesting way of life." She wasn't trying to judge, but the concept of living in this sort of terror all the time was so foreign to her. "You mean you go after things like, like that?" She gestured even though nothing in the lab looked anything like the beast.

She found a chair and collapsed into it while she tried to wrap her head around. "I can't imagine." She looked at him with a little awe and a lot of confusion.

"Yeah, you could call it that," Dean snorts, leaning against the wall. He gets her meaning, though, and shrugs noncommittally. "Yeah, all the time. Since I was a kid."

She looks confused, and... awed? Just a little, but Dean raises an eyebrow in response to that. To him, it's just another job. Dean's never really had a perception of what the normal people in the world see the world as.

"A kid?" She squeaked the word out with eyes going wide. "Wow, I." She stopped, "Sorry." She was pretty sure he didn't want her gawking over his line of work. Especially when it seemed so second nature to him. "I'm just not used to being the most interesting person in the room." Was that a joke? It may have been.

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