"Well don’t you look like shit.”
It was raining; Mortimer’s eyes were zeroed in on the downed man before him. There was something very obviously wrong with him...not to mention his hair seemed to be haphazardly shaved down to his skull.
Seeing the crashed ship of D-99 was definitely something he hadn’t expected to see on his walk around the planet. There was a hospital nearby, although he felt like there was SOMETHING about that wound in his side that made Mortimer uncomfortable. Closing his umbrella, Mortimer tucked it away to jog towards the crashed ship, ripping the damaged door open to grab at the man inside.
Lifting his arm, Mortimer peers at the wound; the veins near the top layer of flesh were dark and pulsing. Radiation poisoning? Hnn. Shifting his grip on the SEAL Rick, Mortimer uses every bit of strength to pull the man from his ship. Leaving it behind for now, Mortimer drags D-99 away from the destroyed mass and off into the direction of his current home.
It’s a little difficult to get the door open, but when he does, Mortimer deposits D-99 on the only bed in the room and begins to scavenge through the drawer of medical supplies he’d bought from Saint Gloopy Noops Hospital awhile back....there. He plucks a syringe from the top-most drawer, moving back over to D-99 and tilting D-99′s head to the side to press the thin needle into his neck.
That’ll counteract the irradiation poisoning.
Tossing the needle into the bin, Mortimer grabs for a knife, cutting away part of his uniform to be able to REACH the damn wound a lot easier. He takes his time grabbing tweezers and working the bullet out of him. With that done, he dumps a good amount of Bactine over the wound and seals it up with a bandage or two. Done. Sitting back, Mortimer crosses his leg over the other and waits.
