Operation: Jungbrunnen - Field Transfusions & An Emergency Extraction (backdated)

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Wade and Wanda agree to field transfusions to replenish David's blood after a hurried check with Laurie to make sure their blood types are compatible.


Straightening, Wade left the scientist's body where it had fallen, and wiped a bit of spatter from his cheek before moving over to where North was strapped into the chair. He was a bloody mess - literally. His increase and decrease in size combined with what appeared to be a great deal of electrical energy had left his skin split, weeping blood from long slices on all his limbs and across his chest.

The German wasn't screaming so much now, but quiet sounds of exhaustion still escaped him even as Wade moved to undo the straps holding the other man's middle in place. "He's... too pale," Wade muttered, glancing down at the blood and other fluids that had pooled on the floor beneath the chair.

"Blood loss." Marie-Ange knew this one - she didn't need to ask Laurie. "Find - anything, bandages, we need to get those wounds closed." And her hand slipped through the blood to check North's pulse, again. "Fuck." She never swore, this had to be bad. "Pulse is too fast. Someone with clean hands check his temperature."

Doug produced a roll of cloth bandages from somewhere under his tactical vest, then wiped the sweat off one hand before placing it on North's forehead. "He's clammy." Who knew what effect the rapid changes in his body had done to the German? One roll of bandages wasn't going to be enough.

A crackle came through the communicator, but what followed was little more than a high-pitched pulse. A few seconds later, Gabriel's voice came through, and it came through fast. "What's your status? Because Kraven's running." There was a pause as he caught his breath. "I'm not sure if we're still in the 'let him get away' phase, or if I should bolt."

"Let him run." Marie-Ange said, and her voice hitched as she started pulling bandages taut over North's wounds. "And come back here, we need all hands." The blood was soaking the bandages faster than they could place them, but it was slowing. Which was more alarming than reassuring. "David is dying, he has lost too much blood."

There was a longer silence on the other end than expected. "Not gonna be much help to you there," Gabriel replied. "Let me keep an eye out - we can't be totally sure he's not gonna try something, or that we're alone. And you've got Artie."

"There has to be something here!" Wanda said, trying and failing to control the frantic tone to her voice. "They could not have done so much to him without taking some fucking notes!" She was digging through folders and papers, trying to find something, anything that they could use. She left a trail of David's blood on everything she touched, streaks of bright red on useless printouts.

There was nothing Artie could do with the notes so he stood there, staring at the screen on his tablet, tapping codes in with a stylus. Tracker one was active. Two... was.... working and so was three. He plotted the route Kraven was taking and did his best to ignore the sounds coming from North.

"Tarot, you've still got Wallflower on the line?" Wade asked, eyes moving over the equipment and other things surrounding them that looked vaguely familiar. The bodies on the floor weren't important for the time being. Neither was the mess. "What's Mav's blood type? Cypher, I'm O-neg, I'm gonna need some help setting up a field transfusion. Fuck." He briefly considered the damage his hairy cells might do, but balanced against the fact that there was simply not enough blood in North's body to do whatever might be needed to keep him alive... the mercenary was willing to take the risk - the worst it could do was kill him and North was already more than halfway to that, anyway.

"Oui. One moment, she heard you and is looking." Marie-Ange's fingers slipped through blood, peeling skin, rent muscle, laying bandage over bandage. "David is A-positive, Wanda is also A-positive, Doug is B-negative..." She rattled off blood types as fast as Laurie read them to her. "Wade, your cancer should not be contagious. I am not clean today, I had brownies. Doug is incompatible. Artie, check your phone, Laurie is sending you photos to setup the transfusion."

Doug jumped to assist Artie, grabbing one of the transfusion kits out of the medkit they'd brought along and tearing into it. "Wade, get over here," he said, snapping his fingers and trusting Artie to take Wanda - they needed to get both transfusions going as fast as they could.

Wade shrugged out of his tac vest, already rolling up his sleeve even as he pulled a spare medical kit with bandages out of a pouch on his belt. He tossed that to Marie-Ange as he stood next to Doug, working a piece of C4 in his hand to try and get his veins to pop up to the surface at the crook of his elbow.

Having abandoned her fruitless task of searching through the papers, Wanda was now ripping at her shirt sleeve, not caring about the fabric. She glanced around and gestured towards the two tables holding papers, beakers and a variety of useless items. They were quickly dumped and brought over, the two donors climbing on top.

Wanda laid down and held out her arm to Artie, gritting her teeth as she coaxed her powers to a quiet place inside her. It gave her something to concentrate on other than the fact that the friend laying next to her was dying.

Doing the squeeze and release thing that he was so familiar with to keep the blood flowing like it needed to for the transfusion, Wade pulled his phone from his pocket and texted Clarice with his free hand. "Texting Blink our GPS coords," he muttered. Sliding the phone away, he clenched his jaw as he looked around the bunker, then handed the C4 in his hand to Doug. "We need to blow this place. When we leave. I've got more C4 in the pouch on my belt. Remote detonators in the smaller one next to it. There's some more C4 in my tac vest, too, since I don't think the brick I've got in the pouch is gonna be enough."

"Only you can multi-task with C4, Deadpool," Doug muttered with a fond grin and a shake of his head before getting to work.


Clarice 'ports in, taking North, Wade, and Wanda directly to the medlab before going back for the rest of the team. Cecilia works to stabilize North, but winds up calling in Felicia for another transfusion, just to be on the safe side.


Porting in to the coordinates on her phone, Clarice was armed with her field med kit on her back and a sword in hand, just in case. She wasn't expecting to go into a live situation, but it had happened before. Pausing for just a moment to make sure she wasn't being attacked, she immediately sheathed the sword and was pulling the backpack off on her knees beside North.

Snapping on gloves, she paid the others no attention, triage was the key and therefore, her focus was North. "Woo, transfusions," she stated, checking the lines going from Wanda and Wade to North. Not bad field care. Clarice was a licensed PA and her specialty was emergency medicine. Once she decided the transfusions were going well, she checked North's vitals, making sure he was at least stable enough to teleport, "Cece, incoming on the X. North's hooked up for blood from two. Count, three, two - " She opened a portal for the four of them straight to the medlab to a pre-marked cleared section. "One," she added, the four of them now in the medlab.

Cecilia's brow was furrowed, her lips pursed as she stood before them. "Give me vitals on North. Let's hook him up." She used one gloved hand to snap a latex glove on the other, then scooted over to North's side. "Hang one unit O-neg," she called out to Clarice. "I've got a saline drip set up."

She moved to Wade, beginning to unhook the field transfusions. "Okay, guys." She looked up at Wanda, her face somewhat blank. "Talk to me." As she worked, listening to Wade parrot the things he'd apparently heard Marie-Ange say, she tried to take proper stock of the three of them, the wrinkle in her brow deepening every time she caught sight of North.

Wade didn't have perfect recall, but his adrenaline was up and he remembered most of what he'd heard. He knew the others would bring back everything they could before they blew the facility, so hopefully there'd be more detailed information, and maybe samples to work with. But until then, all he could do was step back as Clarice did Cece's bidding.

The doctor and the PA worked so smoothly together, it was almost elegant. Still, they'd reached the point where both Wade and Wanda were free from the field transfusion setup. He watched as another two units of red blood cells went up next to the saline, wished he didn't know about everything they were doing because the platelets came next and more saline - how much had North lost? Wade wanted to be able to go back there and shoot the scientists all over again.

Instead, he turned to Wanda as Clarice finished hooking up a third 500ml bag of saline, pulled her gloves off, trashed them alone with the empty RBC units, and then headed off to get the other members of X-Force back to the mansion. "You doing okay?" For all that his healing factor was gimpy as fuck sometimes, he didn't actually have to worry about the needle sticks, at least.

It took Wanda a moment to realize Wade was talking to her. She blinked and came back to herself a little. "Physically, yes, emotionally..." She took a look at David's abused body and turned away, trying to calm her breathing. "If it helps, the chaos lines are no longer as fraught," she continued softly. "It does not mean he is out of the woods, hardly, but I am no longer in danger of making it worse."

Wanda clenched her free hand hard, in frustration and in an attempt to force herself into a state of calm. She looked to Cecilia and asked, "Is it working? Please, tell us it's working."

Cecilia, who was now standing over North and treating some of his wounds, glanced up, looking a little surprised at the sound. "No real updates," she said after a second, her focus shifting to the monitor. "He lost a lot of blood. I'm not sure how he—" Dr. Reyes looked back at Wanda, a reassuring smile appearing on her lips despite the concerned look she'd had moments before. "It could be working better, but it's not not working. We may — I think we may need to have more blood. Just to be safe."

Watching Cece work, Wade was already rolling up the sleeve on the arm he hadn't had an IV in before, but Laurie beat him to the punch, apparently having searched the mansion's medical records to find someone who was both a viable donor and actually on the premises. When she named Felicia, Wade pulled his phone out and hit her speed dial.

Devoid of her usual pumps, Felicia knocked and looked surprisingly tiny as she immediately entered several minutes later, a high flush on her cheeks that of someone who had recently sprinted, and then stopped suddenly to catch their breath. She was rolling up her sleeve before she even sat down, staring hard at the floor, around the room, and then back to the floor again. "What are you waiting for? Let's get stabbing."

To no one's surprise (or at least not her own), Cecilia's instincts had been right. About one more unit of blood was what they'd needed for North's condition to stabilize, and for his vitals to move out of the danger. Some of the color was beginning to return to his face, and as Cecilia finished treating his wounds, North's pulse and his pressure began to look closer to normal.

Not that North did. Cecilia had been too focused on keeping him alive to really notice at first, and she'd attributed any changes to the man not looking as he normally did to the fact that he was practically at death's door. But he was different. The wounds she'd been treating were healing faster, and he'd turned around way more quickly than any normal patient would.

Plus, his body (which she'd never particularly paid attention to, but they had helped save the universe, and when two people spent time like that together, it's not like they couldn't be aware)... and his face...

"Huh," Cecilia said aloud, looking over at him as she changed the saline bag on the drip out for cryo, completely forgetting that three other people were in the room. Her hand still gloved, she reached toward his forehead and brushed back hairs that she remembered containing a few more strands of gray. "Younger," she murmured as it slowly hit her. "He looks... younger."

Felicia looked up again from where she had been concentrating very hard on the rhythmic squeezing motion of her hand, keeping her blood moving. Her glance at North was barely a flick of her gaze, before looking instead at Cecilia. "More likely that he went off to get a dye job, which is really weird to say. You have decent cookies here, right? Not the powdery supermarket bullshit? You seem like someone who understands cookies."