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[The face of one exhausted and stressed dispatcher looks out from the screen, a lovely set of bruises marking her cheeks and forehead, culminating in quite the shiner. Setting her glasses straight with hands shaking slightly in the way of someone running on more caffeine than sleep, Sheska leans forward earnestly.]

As I'm sure you're all keenly aware, something odd is happening again. Mysterious wounds and injuries have been turning up on people. These are not the results of someone sneaking into your home and attacking you in the night. On this wide a scale and with such a variety of injuries, this is most certainly the island's doing again.

Please, if you are injured, the place to call is the hospital, not the police station. Though I would be more than willing to call the ambulance for you, it will be faster if you call them yourself.

As a reminder, if someone has fallen or hit their head, it's best not to move them, but to let professionals check them beforehand. For cuts, don't cut off blood flow with a tourniquet, but put pressure on the wound and elevate it if you can. It's best to keep an injured person warm, so don't be afraid to drape a blanket over them. It may get your blanket bloodstained, but you can buy a blanket. You can't buy a life, okay?

Please be careful, everyone! Tempers are high and people are on edge right now.

[Locked to Avengers, NMPD, and Red Robin]

Please report in, injured or not! Or, ah, if you know of someone who's too injured to report in themselves. There are people taking advantage of the chaos and fear right now, and it would really help to know who can be sent out and who can't. Or who to send medical help to! And has anyone heard from Chief Beifong?

[Private to Once-ler, Sirius, Koizumi, Mr. Bro Strider, Dave Strider]

Are you all right? Are you hurt? Do you need help? Please... Don't-- [She pauses, biting her lip.] J-just let me know? Please?

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im one hundred percent ok
nothing i cant walk off
calm down and breathe ok you look like youre gonna fly apart at the seams
do you need me anywhere

I have things in hand, I think. Don't worry about me. [Smile~] I could really use someone on the South-east side of town, actually, if you wouldn't mind. Let me know if we need emergency services anywhere. Ah... Once-ler's calling me. Can I get back to you?

yeah no problem
tell him i said hey
dave out

[Ring ring...]

[He picks up on the second ring.]

Hey, Sheska. What's up?

[She's trying to stay calm and soothing, with limited success. There's something off about her voice.]

Dave... I'm sorry. It's your brother. He's...

[She has to stop a moment. Her breath shakes and she has to force the next wobbling phrase out past the thick ball of tears wedged in her throat.]

D-dave, I'm afraid he's, he's dead.

[There's nothing on Dave's end of the line for one second, two, and then only a short inhalation, surprisingly soft.

When he finally finds his voice, it's faint, like the creak of a rusted spring.]

What? When?

Just, just now. At the apartment. Once-ler was, was with him.

[Her voice breaks and she can't quite get it back. It's in a wavery almost-whisper that she continues.]

The paramedics said it looked... like he was stabbed. I d-don't think they've moved...

[No, she can't actually voice the words.]

[He hangs up on her.

He's calling back almost in the same moment, though, apologizing even before she gets a chance to pick up. He's not crying, but his words tumble over each other in a breathless, ragged way.]

Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't--I need to go back, to be with him, but I didn't mean to--[He breaks to take a shuddering breath in and out. Another beat, and his voice comes back smaller.] Are you okay?

N-no, Dave, go... Please go. I'll... I'll be...

[A brief silence.]

I need to call Ms. Danvers. Go on. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

[He exhales again when she mentions Carol. God.]

I--yeah. Thanks. Thanks, Sheska.

I'll call you back later, okay. Check up on you.

Don't--! [That comes out harsher than she meant, and she tries again, more gently, if no less upset.] Don't thank me. And don't worry about me. Go to him. Please. I'm sorry.

[This time it's her turn to hang up.]

[Ring ring.]

[It takes a few rings before she can get to it, and when she does her voice has a paper-thin veneer of coping over a deep well of frantic motion and grief.]

New Moore Police-- Ah, Dave, I'm sorry... I... are you... do you need...

[She's definitely not sure how to offer help. His injuries can't be fixed by paramedics. Not anymore.]

I'm okay.

[He clears his throat as if it would mask how hollow he sounds.]

Listen, do you have any--is there any work I can do there at the station. I want to help.

[Reading between the lines, he feels something like her. He wants action. Something to take his mind off of things and give him time to process and cope. ...He's decidedly not okay.]

Ah... yes, actually, if you're sure you don't want to... to join the Avengers. Do you know first aid?

Some. I got banged up a lot as a kid, I know the basics.

That's mostly what people need, I think... When they can't get help immediately at the hospital they start coming here. Mostly, anyway. Do... do you think you'd be okay with that? Otherwise there's all sorts of paperwork and things, and I can't answer phones and run things for people at the same time.

Yeah, I can do that. How're you guys doing on supplies? I can pick up bandages and betadine or whatever on the way.

That would be... That would be wonderful, Dave. Thank you. Be sure to bring the receipt with you, okay? We'll sort this out after...

Sure. See you in a few.

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