08-04-2013, 09:46 AM
Torri placed a trinket back on the table, half convinced it was actually authentic, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with the worker currently giving her the spiel for why she should buy something. Between the thick accent and her mood, she pretty much only heard a buzzing. A sound she could tone out. Still, she went ahead and bought it. She slipped a card from her front jean's pocket, swiped it across a reader, lips flat with disinterest and boredom and patiently waited while the man wrapped the relic up. She slipped the cash card back in her pocket and meandered to the adjacent set of stands.
It was a series of wrought-iron stands nestled into the side of a building over which hung individual overhangs that provided shade and delineated one stand from the next. Behind each were brightly lit coolers filled with drinks, samples and displays were available to those passing by.
She was pondering her options, a whey protein drink or a coca-cola, when a commotion started up behind her. "No! No!" A woman screeched followed by requests to call emergency services.
Instinct kicked in and she had no trouble pushing her way through the small crowd which gathered. "Step aside, sir." She said to a random man, placing a hand on his shoulder to guide him from her path then threw the satchel from her purchase across her shoulders to free up her hands.
A middle-aged woman was holding the head of an adolescent girl. Torri knelt alongside, more to comfort the mother than the child, who was seizing.
"Ma'am, I'm a doctor," she explained curtly. "Does she have a history...." and went on to gather some information about what was going on.
She easily divided her attention between the mother, who was not as frazzled as she could have been...apparently this was not the first time something like this had happened...and dialing up local medics from her Wallet.
"You, sir," she looked to the closest, most capable-seeming man nearby. He had a European look about him, hard but confident. Despite the half-eaten apple. At least he gets his vitamins. "Could you see that people don't hover. There's nothing to see here."
It was over in about thirty seconds, but Torri stayed with them for the next ten minutes or so until EMTs arrived. The girl was regaining her senses, and moved to a more comfortable position despite being stretched out on the pavement.
The small crowd did indeed disperse, especially after the girl regained consciousness. She was taken away on a stretcher and Torri was left alone, swiping her hands against her thighs and wishing she had some sanitizer nearby.
Edited by Torri, Aug 12 2013, 09:14 AM.
It was a series of wrought-iron stands nestled into the side of a building over which hung individual overhangs that provided shade and delineated one stand from the next. Behind each were brightly lit coolers filled with drinks, samples and displays were available to those passing by.
She was pondering her options, a whey protein drink or a coca-cola, when a commotion started up behind her. "No! No!" A woman screeched followed by requests to call emergency services.
Instinct kicked in and she had no trouble pushing her way through the small crowd which gathered. "Step aside, sir." She said to a random man, placing a hand on his shoulder to guide him from her path then threw the satchel from her purchase across her shoulders to free up her hands.
A middle-aged woman was holding the head of an adolescent girl. Torri knelt alongside, more to comfort the mother than the child, who was seizing.
"Ma'am, I'm a doctor," she explained curtly. "Does she have a history...." and went on to gather some information about what was going on.
She easily divided her attention between the mother, who was not as frazzled as she could have been...apparently this was not the first time something like this had happened...and dialing up local medics from her Wallet.
"You, sir," she looked to the closest, most capable-seeming man nearby. He had a European look about him, hard but confident. Despite the half-eaten apple. At least he gets his vitamins. "Could you see that people don't hover. There's nothing to see here."
It was over in about thirty seconds, but Torri stayed with them for the next ten minutes or so until EMTs arrived. The girl was regaining her senses, and moved to a more comfortable position despite being stretched out on the pavement.
The small crowd did indeed disperse, especially after the girl regained consciousness. She was taken away on a stretcher and Torri was left alone, swiping her hands against her thighs and wishing she had some sanitizer nearby.
Edited by Torri, Aug 12 2013, 09:14 AM.