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Post by Javert on Mar 19, 2009 2:35:37 GMT -5
"Of course, I'll be right back." Javert nodded and got up before walking to his desk.
Javert truly did like his uniform, it had become an important part of his identity through the years and he wouldn't dream of having anything happen to it. This was why, in the bottom drawer of his desk, there was a sewing kit. While it was meant for the mending of potential tears in his clothes, the inspector knew from experience that it would also work for emergency stitches. He had after all been in law enforcement for nearly all his life, accidents and non-accidents happened.
Taking the box from his desk he walked over to that of Courfembel and grabbed the bottle without even the slightest sense of regret. For once such things would come in handy rather than cause trouble.
The items in hand, Javert rushed back to Cluont and knelt down next to him again.
"This should suffice... will you allow me to stitch the wound?" Javert knew what it was like to stitch your own wounds... he wouldn't recommend it.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 19, 2009 2:43:02 GMT -5
"I'm capable." he growled and opened the bottle, set it near his leg, opened the sewing kit and doubled a bit of waxed thread, taking the needle and pressing it against the floor with his thumb to give it a decent curve and set the affair next to the bottle.
He flexed his hands over the wound, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths before pressing one hand against his leg and curling the other around the metal, pulling out as straight as he could, his voice drawing out of his throat behind his teeth in a low, gutteral cry.
The bloodied plate was dropped next to the rest of his brace and he upended the bottle over the wound before pressing his discarded trouser leg against it to try and stop the bleeding enough for stitching. By this time he was panting, pale and sweating.
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Post by Javert on Mar 19, 2009 2:53:18 GMT -5
"Not in this state, Jason," Javert said softly, taking the needle from him. He wasn't about to let the man pass out first before helping him.
"You'll have to trust me, alright?" The inspector gently wiped his colleague's sweaty brow with his free hand, locking eyes with the other man for a moment before moving down towards his injured leg.
Javert threaded the needle with nimble, skilled fingers before carefully pushing Jason's hand aside. The inspector didn't waste any time as he began stitching up the wound. It had been a while since he'd last done this, but he was pleased to find himself still capable of fast work at an acceptable quality.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 19, 2009 2:58:02 GMT -5
The younger policer growled and leaned back on his hands. His leg, which always hurt, fairly burned now and it was all he could do to keep his composure in front of Javert and not let himself pass out.
"My leg's ruined..." he grumbled, glancing at the wood, iron and leather pile laying next to him. "Won't be able to get home."
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Post by Javert on Mar 19, 2009 3:06:14 GMT -5
"I suggest we take a hansom, I'll help you the rest of the way."
Javert eyed his handywork. Not bad... at least Jason wouldn't bleed out. Enough blood had spilled already.
Dark red, coppery, rich blood... the inspector's eyes and nostrils widened a bit at the sight and smell of it now the first shock and concern was fading away. He knew he was salivating more than usual, a clear sign of the approaching full moon.
While the idea of his animalistic side still filled Javert with disgust, he opted for using it to his advantage for now.
"Shall I help you get up or do you want me to carry you?" He knew he would be strong enough now the wolf was awakened.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 19, 2009 3:09:50 GMT -5
Jason looked up at him with his brows knitted.
"Yes, Javert. Carry me through the prefecture. It won't look strange at all, no one will say anything about it." he said dryly and unwadded the bloodstained lower portion of his pants, snapping the trouser leg back into place just to keep himself decent. It was now wet with blood and cold and a little sticky. He pulled a face and then waived for Javert to stand so he could use the older man to pull himself up.
"Help me home, you ape--don't carry me."
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Post by Javert on Mar 19, 2009 3:13:45 GMT -5
"Why, Jason... one would think you were spying on me, what with your constant comments about my body hair," Javert said with a grin as he got up.
The comment was a distraction... and he hoped it worked, because he then grabbed his colleague and yanked him upright. Best to do those painful matters fast.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 19, 2009 3:55:33 GMT -5
He was about to say something concerning Javert's crassness when he was pulled up and bit back a groan of pain, his leg throbbing. Unsteady, he hopped a bit on his good leg, one hand on Javert's shoulder to keep himself upright.
"I'll send for the leg later, Lee can repair it." he muttered, then sighed at the door--they were still going to get stares, but luckily most of the men had gone home by this hour.
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Post by Javert on Mar 19, 2009 4:40:59 GMT -5
"I do hope most of the others have gone home... we can hardly make a decent impression, me supporting you and reeking of alcohol," Javert muttered as he supported Jason as much as he could without actually carrying the man.
"Now, let's go... just lean on me." The inspector carefully began making his way through the prefecture, measuring his steps so his colleague would be able to keep up and use him for support. Right now Javert felt like cursing the idiot who'd thought it a good idea to place the actual working areas downstairs. Well, thanks to the blood it was not so much cursing as tearing limb from limb, but the sentiment remained.
Once they had made their somewhat difficult way outside the policeman hailed the first possible hansom. The wolf might provide him with some extra strength, dragging Cluont the entire way to his house would be overdoing it.
Javert instructed the driver and then moved to help Jason into the carriage.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 19, 2009 8:33:16 GMT -5
Jason grunted, using his hands to heft himself up onto the bench in the cab and leaning out far as he could without further injury and growling.
"Get in here--how do you expect me to get into my home? You're coming."
A large, dark hand grabbed the other inspector by the lapels of his coat and jerked him forward.
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Post by Javert on Mar 19, 2009 12:51:32 GMT -5
"Do I need to remind you of your manners again?" Javert asked in a low growl.
Honestly, he was helping the man while he could be working. Clearly, reminiscing about old chases and captures was to be preferred over dragging Jason Cluont across Paris.
Still, Javert climbed into the carriage, he could only hope they'd be there soon. The inspector was once again getting quite close to an overdose of Cluont... and their present situation showed what that kind of thing could lead to.
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