[Citadel, Tayseri] It's Been A While...(Open)

Buzzsaw's silence had a shocking reason. The man just stood there, with a bruised forehead and everything else- And sort of drifted in and out of a sleep while standing up. "I think I'm hurt." He waved a hand. "You don't need to worry about me, I'm Buzzsaw Buckner!" He gave a thumbs up to the asari.

He then threw up on his shoes, then returned to his stall, forgoing medical attention- He certainly didn't have insurance, as his name was on the 'blacklist' of over ninety insurance companies, right up there with Wedeg Biigs and a krogan bellydancer. He held up a shirt and waved it slightly. "I'm the king of the baseball planet!" He threw the shirt onto the floor.

Faceplant.

Leeta watched Buzzsaw skeptically, telling herself that yeah...she and Arina definitely should get drinks sometime soon. Maybe it would take the edge off of the crazy things that kept happening to her lately. Crazy, right, an acidic voice in the back of her head mused. THIS is crazy. The other things you have experienced do not compare. Buzzsaw faceplanting brought her out of her dark thoughts and her eyes widened. She jumped forward, kneeling beside him and putting a hand on the man's arm. "Baseball?" She questioned; the picture of confusion as she looked up at Arina. She worked in the embassy, so she knew the most about the medical facilities surely...though Leeta did live here.

"Uh--" She cleared her throat, looking at Tobias. "I have some emergency medigel at my apartment not far from here. The Huerta Memorial Hospital is really the best facility on the Citadel. You can get there on an elevator or via rapid transit without too much trouble." She looked down at Buzzsaw skeptically. "I do not have any experience with burn victims, but I do have experience with tech." Her gaze drifted to the leg Tobias was favoring before flitting away again. "Huerta Memorial would be best. The man pinned beneath uh, Mister Buzzsaw's crate of goods may have a group of EMTs on the way already so catching a ride with them..." She trailed off, shrinking back a little. She didn't like being in charge of things, but this was her territory, in a manner of speaking.

That didn't look too good with this Buzzsaw person. The artificial leg man, who still had failed to Id himself - but that was understandable due to the shock - was covered for the moment.

Arina sprinted over to the cab terminal and yes, there was a public medigel dispenser. She picked a shot and headed back to Buzzsaw and injected it. he'd be fine, but what to do with him?

"I think we should get this man here somewhere. Huerta is a first rate facility, but it's on the presidium. Maybe we could ask for a closer clinic..."

She headed back to the cab terminal where the familiar holo figure of AVINA was waiting.
"Hello. My name is AVINA, how can I assist you?"

"Hello. I need directions to a nearby med clinic."

"The next public medical facility is Krey hospital, three blocks from this location. Displaying coordinates.... do you need transportantion?"

"Yes, hail me a cab for four people."

"The cab will be here in twenty seconds. Thank you for using AVINA, enjoy your day, Ma'am."

Indeeed the cab landed spot-on and opened all its doors.

"Leeta, there is a clinic three blocks down, we can drop off Mr. Saw and Mr... well him" she pointed to Tobias, "that seems to be the fastest thing to do. You'd only need to help me hauling that guy..." she nodded towards Buzzsaw, who didn't look too appealing in his current state, "... into the cab."

Seeing Buzzsaw collapse, Tobias started to get up, sitting back down again as another flash of pain lanced up his thigh. Luckily, the others did not possess such encumbrances. It wasn't until he saw Arina order a cab that he realized that, even with a cab, he was going to have to get up.

Well, here goes.

Forcing himself upright, Tobias made his way over to the platform, wincing and leaning heavily on his cane. With a sigh of relief, he half-fell, half-sat in the cabs backseat. Watching the two females tending to the fallen Buzzsaw, a wave of guilt washed over him. He should have been helping them, instead of worrying about his own, less critical issues.

"Gods, I need a drink."

Leeta tried to ignore the vomit on the wounded man's shoes. In her mind, she was so far away from the current circumstances. She was back in the fleet, listening to music while she tinkered with some broken hardware. That was the place she had always gone during her pilgrimage...in the days when--

"Huh?" She started as the cab arrived nearby. She cringed, ducking her head and wrapping her hands around Buzzsaw's arm. She had missed most of what Arina had been talking about. That was rude of her. "Right, Krey Hospital...closer than the Presidium." She shook her head at herself. Come...on," she grunted as she tried to shoulder some of the wounded man's weight. "Team effort?" She smiled ruefully at Arina, a sentiment that was evident in her voice. When Tobias mumbled about needing a drink, she turned her head to look at him. "I could not agree more. After this, I am having at least two glasses of Turian Brandy." That was a lot for her, but she spoke very matter-of-factly. She tried not to wonder what would happen to his stand when he was gone. She gave his goods a mournful look. Why should I care about lost goods? She twisted her mouth into an unhappy line. Because you are part of the galaxy again Leeta. You have to care about everyone.

It must have been some sight, the small, pink quarian and the elegantly dressed asari dragging a slightly burned and vomit-stained human guy into the cab. But finally they had managed to put him into a seat, the stench was a terrible mix and reminded Arina of someone vomiting into the grill after a garden party gone wrong.

She envied Leeta for her protection suit and air filters. At least she hadn’t ruined her short sleeved dress, but she needed to wash her hands and arms soon!

“I am due for a drink as well!” she said while locking the coordinates of the hospital. A short hop only and they were sitting next to the emergency entrance of a small clinic. Three salarian medics came running towards the cab.

“Hey, we need some help here. This guy here had an accident and got burned a bit. We already applied medigel but he went unconscious. This gentleman damaged is prosthetic leg in the process.”

“I see” , one of the medics said, while the others prepared a foldable stretcher and began lifting Buzzsaw out of the cab. “We’ll handle it from here. I must ask you to sign this for our records though. It’s mandatory, I’m afraid.”

Arina sighed as she took the datapad and signed it with her embassy ID and handed it back to the salarian, which now was helping Tobias getting out.

“Excuse me, Sir,” Arina addressed Tobias. “Can I ask your name? In case C-sec asks me stuff and all.”

Tobias gave Arina a confused look, somewhat nonplussed.

"Oh, I didn't say? I'm sorry. Tobias Odinovolk. Nice to meet you."

Leaning heavily on the salarian, Tobias extended his hand. The medic groaned and mumbled to himself, but otherwise waited patiently..

"Thanks for the help. Maybe once I can walk again, I'll have to join you for that drink."

Arina wasn't the only one contemplating the usefulness of Leeta's suit. She still tried to avoid looking at the vomit Buzzsaw had spewed across his shoes, and took extra care not to touch anything soiled. Disgustingdisgustingdisgusting, she thought over and over. Human bodily fluids were truly vile, but she supposed she had seen worse coming from Batarians...She shuddered at the memory, but was brought out of it by the sight of three medics running to greet them when the cab door opened. Relief washed over her, mostly because she wouldn't have to deal with the vomit. She was grateful for Arina taking charge of the situation - Leeta probably would have done something stupid. She tended to obsess over details and then make the wrong choice anyway."You should," she spoke up when Tobias made the remark about joining them for a drink. "I foresee myself happily drinking the edge off for at least an hour. That should be long enough for one drink."" She was mostly talking to herself now, sounding a mix of disgruntled and shaken.

Arina took the man’s hand. “It’s been… well, a pleasure.” She grinned.
“Yes of course, you have the contacts, so ping us when you’re back in shape.” She nodded towards his leg. “Hopefully it’s going to be a quick fix.”

She got back into the skycab, looking over to Leeta. “Sooo... that was an eventful start into the afternoon.” The cab had taken off and was hovering, waiting for directions.

“What are you up to? Do you know any place where you’d like to go?” Arina didn’t know many places on Tayseri and most of them would be fairly unfamiliar to Leeta – or in fact most quarians on the Citadel, but the pink girl was someone who she’d feel comfortable with to take anywhere by now.
“I don’t know many places around here but there’s the 99up, it has a terrific view from its bar at the roof terrace...”
Right at that moment, an automated female voice came on:

“Attention please, excessive staining has been detected. Please be aware that unusual abuse of the interior is not covered by our standard fee. We inform you that an additional cleaning fee of 50 credits will be charged. We apologize for any inconvenience, thank you for using Tayseri Skycabs.”

“What the… Noooo….” Arina wanted to bang her forehead against something. “Leeta, I need drinks and fast.” She said with a desperate but bemused tone. “Suggestions?”

Tobias smiled and let the salarian turn him back toward the hospital.

"I hope so, too..."

And with that, Tobias followed the broken Buzzsaw into the hospital. The whole incident had a silver lining, at least: If he was going to get a new prosthetic...

...maybe I won't need that damn cane.