Forsaken of Federal Hill

Walking out from behind the ambulance, Garrett waved the two women over to where he was. "I don't know the situation inside, I have to wait, bring the miss over here for me, I'll take care of things. If you aren't hurt, I need you to wait over there," Van'Grief waved over to the sidewalk. "Until the police arrive so you can tell them what happened. Could I get your name?" The questions were clearly directed at the escort, Brian wanted to get a sense of the situation before talking to the injured. He ushered them to the back where he had Becca sit down on the bumper while Marshall brought out a shock blanket.

It moved quickly, knowing that it's current help could jump away at any moment. The sin filled building writhed in front of it. There was a shift in the world, Apprehension's old friend was losing its hold over its flesh brood, and word of the weakness was spreading fast.

Getting closer, Apprehension Unto Others saw Seeker of Death's Riddles, not a good sign. The sinuous spirit was too late for anything if that particular feline was around. Too bad, it would be another night going hungry. Apprehension settled to the ground and began to root itself as it looked around. The flesh lure always had something to go to, the serpent just needed to wait.

Of all the things she could have felt, Becca was mortified and embarrassed the most. She was damn near naked, something she avoided at all costs around other people and her weirdness was exposed for all to see.

The blonde woman deposited her with the paramedics and immediately disappeared. Even though she felt a strange horrified feeling towards her earlier, she was almost comforting at the same time in a weird way.

Becca could barely walk but she visibly flinched every time the medic even looked like he was moving towards her. There was no way she was resisting any visions at this point in time, but what did it matter. Everything was all jumbled anyway and her whole body ached with physical pain and exhaustion.

Sitting is good she thought as she sat down and blinked away tears. It even hurt to cry out of her swollen eye. ”My n-name? Rebecca Voss,” she managed to mutter with an embarrassing hiccup.

"Good, good. My name is Garrett, Maverick over there and myself are here to make sure that you are going to be alright. Could you tell me what year it is right now Miss Voss?" He grabbed a penlight from Morgan and looked at the poor girl. Covered in bruises. One of the employees, he'd bet. He grabbed a bottle of water from his cooler and twisted it open in front of her, putting it in her hand. Her eyes bothered him. They didn't respond to the light. Was she doped up? Hit hard?

"Miss Voss, it looks like you may have a mild concussion, I would appreciate it if you could work with me for a minute. I'm going to get you into the gurney and make sure nothing is broken. Do you have a history of drug use? Keep in mind everything you say to me is kept strictly confidential, doctor patient privilege and all.

”It’s 2016,” she mumbled not even trying to resist. Becca flinched a little at the light, it hurt her eyes but she was quickly distracted by the water which she proceed to gulp down.

Her face twisted in horror. ”Drugs? No… I don’t.. Never. The gurney? Are you going to touch me?” Becca couldn’t help it, she didn’t think she could take any more visions or anything crashing into her brain at the moment. This guy has probably seen hell and I’m about to share it all with him.

" I'm glad. That rules out a lot of complications." She was too panicked to fumble like that in a lie, it had to be the truth. Garrett put on a pair of surgical gloves and helped her into the mobile bed.
"I have to in order to make sure you don't have any internal damage Miss Voss, it looks like you got pretty banged up in there. Before I start, do you have anything on you that make poke or cut me?" Noone else was coming out, so he could look after Rebecca properly and the woman that brough her out was...shit, where'd she go? "Martin, man, could you find the hero while I make sure Miss Voss is ok?" His partner started looking around and gave up in a minute, shrugging.

Becca thanked a God she didn't believe in that the medic was wearing surgical gloves when he moved her to the gurney. It still made her very uncomfortable to feel his hands on her and she tensed up involuntarily.

“No.. why would I have anything sharp?” She said looking at him very confused. “I'm sure I don't have any internal damage. Is this really necessary.” Becca squeaked as she shied away trying to suppress more tears.

"I don't half the reasons why people have anything they have, it's just something I ask to make sure I don't hurt myself. And yes, this is necessary. I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't make sure a pretty girl carried to me was ok. Almost done, I promise. I just want to feel your ribs quick, they are the most prone to damage in situations like this. Could you tell me what happened in there?" Abused, beaten, probable concussion. He already decided that this woman should probably head to the hospital for observation. But she didn't seem to want anything to do with it, so slow and gentle. He didn't want her getting more anxious.

The shock was slowly wearing off as the adrenaline seeped out of her system leaving her tired and irritable. It was times like this that she genuinely missed human contact or at the least not being afraid of it. Becca wanted her brother badly and hoped that she’d be allowed to call him soon.He’d know what to do or at least would be content to sit with me and there would be coco.

The medic wanted to feel her ribs and she froze up, unsure if he had see the weird round scars along her skin yet or not. Why does this paramedic have to be a good looking guy? Send in Helga, please!

”Um.. No I’m sure my back is fine,” she shook her head, not budging at all.

What? That didn't make a lick of sense. He didn't say shit about her back. "That's fine Miss Voss, I don't need you to turn around. The damage is usually around here," Garrett started gently prodding her lower ribs, feeling for extra movement or protrusions. "nearer the sternum, where the bones are thinnest and cartilage takes over."

He slowly worked his way across the floating ribs, and comfortable that there wasn't any immediate threat to her internal organs, he stopped. He couldn't risk making an abuse victim flighty, things go wrong if they go off on their own. He needed to make sure she saw help. She was paranoid and had some nasty lumps. If she was worried about her back, who knows what was done to her by these people. At least it wasn't an immediate risk, her breathing was steadying out.

"If you don't mind, Miss Voss, could you tell me what happened to you, and if there are more injured inside?" Getting answers from shellshocked individuals could be so difficult sometimes.

Becca could feel her entire face flush as his fingers poked their way across her ribcage. Even gloved, his hands felt weird against her skin but she supposed it was because she never let people touch her. This was all so incredibly awkward, her bra wasn’t even in enough pieces to cover herself so she was thankful for the shock blanket.

When he asked what happened inside it almost felt like her brain tried to jump start itself again. ”I… I don’t know. I was just there to take pictures,” her brow furrowed as she tried to think. ”Then a fight broke out..” She shook her head and squinted her eyes shut, she didn’t want to think about it.

He was making progress. She could remember tonight, that was a good sign, and she wasn't flinching away anymore. Maybe he got through to her? Whatever the reason, she was opening up, so he pressed a little more. "It's ok, Miss voss," he spoke in soothing tones, trying to get her to take deep breaths as he did. "You said a fight happened, is there anyone else hurt inside?" This was by far the most difficult part. Pushing without getting them to shut down entirely.

He took off the gloves, she wasn't injured, externally at least. Tossing them into a small waste bin, he above him, he laid his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Police will be here shortly, don't you worry."

“Yes, there are lots of people hurt…” her voice wavered as flashes of the scene tried to replay in her mind. “But you can’t go in… there are things in there.” Now she was sounding crazy and acting weird. Well it was the story of her life and things couldn’t get much worse.

Becca was too busy trying to fight the images she has seen inside the club to notice that when the hand returned to her it was ungloved. Tilting her face towards his, she looked at him in confusion at first as the images came rushing in before she could even snap her inky black eyes shut. Her mind had been worked too hard for her to even try and suppress the vision that overtook her, so vivid from her lack of control that she almost felt as if she was there playing all the parts.

”You’re not… going out to whore around.. Please.. don’t point that gun at me...” Becca struggled with the intense feelings of anger coming from the first man in the vision, then the fear of the unknown woman and finally the confusion she felt coming from Brian himself. ”No… oh.. No she’s falling.” She sobbed as she was overwhelmed by the terror of the woman as she plummeted towards the asphalt with her. Becca felt pain and blood pooling around herself while simultaneously looking onto the crumpled body of the woman from behind his shoulder. As quickly as it came on, her second reality was jerked away and she gasped as the darkness retreated from her eyes.

Becca trembled uncontrollably, trying both to remember what she saw but also forget at the same time. ”Oh.. No.. not now.” She gasped pulling away and not looking at the man, unwilling to face the horror she knew would be in his eyes.

"Ho-oly shit! Manny, you're driving! Now! Nearest ER, man, GO!" Hearing things wasn't normal, seeing things sure as hell wasn't normal, and the way her body spasmed...that concussion was a bleed, an aneurysm, something in her head, and it was NEW.

The ambulance sped off as Miles turned on the lights and called for more help at location. "Miss Voss, Miss Voss, can you hear me? I need you to stay here, talk to me." Garrett was an instant away from grabbing a shot of adrenaline to kick her out of whatever was happening when she came back a bit.

"Thank the gods. Miss Voss, come on now, breathe, that's it. We're in the ambulance right now, I need you to try and stay calm. Do you have anyone you'd like us to contact? Where is your phone, Miss Voss?" The big scare out of the way, he wanted, no, NEEDED, to know what just happened. She was ok now, but what happened, how did it start, would it happen again? What happened to this woman? His mind ran a million scenarios at once, but this was his zen. This was his world.

When her eyes refocused she realized that she was speeding away in an ambulance, the poor paramedic clearly had no clue what was going on with her. What he thought didn’t matter as much as panic gripped her again. Becca did not want to be at a hospital with people touching her and looking at her weird scars, asking questions they shouldn’t.

”No, I can’t go to the hospital!” she gasped out trying to recover from her vision. They can’t just take me there against my will can they? she thought. ”I am calm!” Becca didn’t sound at all calm but her mind was working furiously about how to get herself out of this situation.

”My phone?” Becca gaped, she barely had clothes on let alone have her phone still on her person. She felt like her gut was punched when she realized that her camera was also back at the strip club. ”I can give you the number, call David and he will tell you not to take me to a hospital! I’m fine, really I am. That happens all the time.” Becca would have tried to get up if she hadn’t been strapped into the gurney but she was clearly frantic about not ending up in the hospital.

When she started struggling, he started worrying. Was there something he missed? He didn't want the woman to hurt herself, but no way was Garrett going to let something like this go unchecked. His survival rate is top in the state, no way he'd hurt that now. "Is there anything you aren't telling me that may help us figure out what is going on any easier? Do you have any medical allergies? Miss Voss, please stop straining yourself. You told me you don't use, do you have any drugs, prescription or otherwise, on or in your person?" Wouldn't be the first time a mule had a bag open inside of them if that was the case, but she really didn't like the idea of going to see a doc.

Garrett scribbled down the number she nearly screamed at him and dialed it. "Hello, David? My name is Garrett Vandren, a paramedic, and am calling to let you know that we are taking an acquaintance of yours, Rebecca Voss, to the Mercy Medical Center. She doesn't have her phone on her, but if you could please inform her family, I would greatly appreciate it." Only a couple blocks to go, and from the sound of it, the response team was already set for them.

She couldn't go to the hospital. There was no way she could end up in a cold sterile room with people prodding at her again and now there was no way of telling what they would find on all their tests and scanners. Becca didn't know how to convince the man that she was fine and didn't need to go. There was also the vision to consider.

Even frantic as she was the images tangled up in her mind. What if this is a vision to come? She worried. What if this is like Rashid's friend in the hospital? Can it be stopped? Horror hit her as she considered that she might always see terrible things and be unable to do anything about them. But what if I can?

It was clear that Brian's call had gone to voicemail and Becca could feel despair dragging her down. Well if I'm going to go to the hospital the get drug off to some government facility for testing, maybe I can do some good beforehand.

Becca sat up the best she could with the gurney seat belt still on as the paramedic hung up the phone. Snatching up his hand because, well she'd already had a vision and didn't think she could see anymore. ”I’m know you're not going to believe me but you have to. Something bad is going to happen, someone is going to die. Eve.. Evelyn.. Ava.. something like that. There's a gun but that's not how she dies.. she's going to fall. From really high, like from a balcony. I swear, you'll hear them fighting.” Her eyes bore into his but she could tell she wasn't making any sense but she could still see the body in a pool of blood by his feet. Becca felt ridiculous and she didn't even know how the man would stop the death even if he knew how.

The back doors flew open and she was hauled into the receiving bay but not being in critical condition she sat for a few minutes while nurses passed by and took vitals and such. She was bombarded each time with new visions, so much that things got jumbled. At one point she remembered telling a woman she was pregnant, causing her to run off crying.

In the commotion she heard David yelling at people and eventually he was there, lifting her off the gurney and shoving a pen in her hand to sign forms. ”David, you have a new girlfriend! She's really cute.”

”No, I don't but thanks for giving me something to look forward to. Is she going to be a redhead? Please tell me she's a redhead,” he teased but she could see the worry in his eyes as he wheeled her out to his car.

”I'm not giving away any secrets,” she said trying to laugh a little. Becca didn't know what she'd do without her brother, without him she'd really be alone in the world.

Garrett hung up the phone frustrated with this whole thing. It wasn't exactly clear what was going on, there were too many things it could be. When she took his arm is when it was the worst. Eve? Evelyn? He didn't know anyone by that name, and even if he did, what did she mean? Was she mistaking him for someone else?

At this point in time, with no other clues, Garrett had convinced imself that she was either beaten and roofied, or was carrying some drug in her body for one gang or another.

They got her off and into the entrance bay where he briefed the staff on the diagnosis. They weren't terribly concerned by his statements, but when they started to take her vitals, things got weird. Each time, she had another episode. These were shorter than the one in the ambulance, but more intense, at least from watching all of the nurses.

They were just about to walk in when a man calling himself David came through, all bluster and commotion. "Manny, we're done for the night, get the truck back into the yard, I'll pick up a cab from here." Garrett waved dismissively to his partner, he'd probably never see the guy again anyway.

He followed David and Miss Voss out, he had to know what was going on, it was going to bug him all night if he didn't know."Excuse me, sir? David? Would you mind if I ask you a couple questions? Name' Garrett Vandren, I was the responding paramedic? I just wanted to sate my personal curiosity. I can walk with you if necessary." He followed them anyway.

Becca was physically and mentally exhausted. The whole night had been taxing and she wasn’t the most robust person to start with. David had almost gotten her to the car when the paramedic came up next to him causing Becca to suppress a groan. She really wanted to run and hide from the man who had not only seen her oracle-like episode but a lot more of her body than she was comfortable with.

”Questions? Thank you for taking care of Becca but I don’t know what else I can say. She has seizures but a hospital environment isn’t healthy for her, it just makes it worse. Sorry if you wasted your time and resources bringing her here.” David said eyeing the man. He suspected that the man thought he had seen something but most people were more than willing to believe that Becca had seizures rather than entertain the idea that there was something supernatural about her.

"You're kidding, right?" Garrett was having fun. There was something new, the docs hadn't thought she was a mule after all of that, she was something different.

"No wasted time at all, end of my shift, so all I have now is time, couple days off and Martin is off taking care of the rest of the duties. If she has seizures, how is a hospital not good for her? and why are the seizures based on contact to exposed skin? And only the first touch? It's not a toxin, no way the body can build resistances like that. What medications do you use to help repress the condition? I have so many questions!" He had to take a breath, slow down, he couldn't confuse these people so soon after an episode.

"It's late, could I buy you two a drink? Least I can do after waking you up. Maybe you can explain it to me better. "