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Mar. 26th, 2017 07:16 pmLincoln looked at him with something like recognition. Nicaise felt a flicker of hope, but then Lincoln began to tremble, to shake. It was horrible. When Damen threw the phone at him he fumbled and nearly dropped it, and his own fingers were unsteady when he brought up the calling screen and typed in the number.
He talked with the woman who answered, letting her know of the situation and their location. She told him to stay on the line with her until the ambulance came, so he held the phone to his ear, still watching Lincoln and Damen with wide eyes.
He lowered the phone from his ear a moment while they waited. "Is he going to die?" he asked Damen in a frightened voice.
As Nicaise spoke on the phone, Damen focused his attention on the man beneath him. He had stopped shaking, but remained unconscious, much less intimidating with his eyes closed and lips parted. Damen felt for the man's pulse, assuring himself and Nicaise both that he was still alive.
Aware that he could rouse at any moment, Damen was reluctant to relax completely, one hand still curled around the man's forearm, holding him to the ground. 'I don't know,' he answered honestly, then added at the sight of Nicaise's worry, 'If the medic hurries, I don't think so.'
Holding a hand just above the man's mouth, he determined, once again, that the man was still breathing. He remembered a moment from a medic out in battle and carefully rolled the man onto his side, his heart pounding with the possibility he could wake at any moment, that he could be just as dangerous in that moment if not more so in his disorientation.
'You said his name is Lincoln?' he asked, glancing over at Nicaise who still held the phone to his ear but was no longer speaking.
He talked with the woman who answered, letting her know of the situation and their location. She told him to stay on the line with her until the ambulance came, so he held the phone to his ear, still watching Lincoln and Damen with wide eyes.
He lowered the phone from his ear a moment while they waited. "Is he going to die?" he asked Damen in a frightened voice.
As Nicaise spoke on the phone, Damen focused his attention on the man beneath him. He had stopped shaking, but remained unconscious, much less intimidating with his eyes closed and lips parted. Damen felt for the man's pulse, assuring himself and Nicaise both that he was still alive.
Aware that he could rouse at any moment, Damen was reluctant to relax completely, one hand still curled around the man's forearm, holding him to the ground. 'I don't know,' he answered honestly, then added at the sight of Nicaise's worry, 'If the medic hurries, I don't think so.'
Holding a hand just above the man's mouth, he determined, once again, that the man was still breathing. He remembered a moment from a medic out in battle and carefully rolled the man onto his side, his heart pounding with the possibility he could wake at any moment, that he could be just as dangerous in that moment if not more so in his disorientation.
'You said his name is Lincoln?' he asked, glancing over at Nicaise who still held the phone to his ear but was no longer speaking.
