"Hey... I'm sure lots of people will remember you." He said. "That girl's back...man, that's a lot of ice!" He exclaimed as the girl came back. "That's enough ice." He said. "Almost more than we need!" It was a big bag of ice. He could see some water dripping off, but he could tell that there was a lot of ice in it still.

( How'd you miss me? I only ever did two posts XD )

(You're a great RolePlayer that's why. :) )))

Terrie was surprised the girl had actually found nay ice that was still ice. "Good, now we can get his temperature down." She said and used her nails to rip open the small bag of ice. Without even thinking she grabbed a handful and placed it on the boys wrist's and neck. She would cool down the main blood vessels which will cool down the rest of him. She wanted put some one his feet but that was a sensitive area and she didn't want him waking up.

(Ack... You remind me when I stood in very deep snow in New Jersey, barefoot. XD THAT WAS FREEZING!)

"Good area to place that ice." Black Jack nodded. "I don't think you've checked his head yet." He guessed. He wondered if this boy would live. He probably would...Terrie so far was looking quite professional, besides the fact she said she'd commit suicide if the boy died, and panicking. Never panic! That was his personal rule...motto. He never followed rules...well, he did, but... Those kind were different. He did medical operations that were supposably impossible, which they really weren't... Whatever.

Terrie laid her hand on the boy's forehead and was surprised when it was far worse then she suspected. Scooting a little close to Black Jack so she could talk without being heard by the girl she whispered. "I don't think he'll make it." Those six words sent shivers up her spine and she hoped the little girl didn't hear her.

"There's always a chance, Terrie." He whispered. "God save him..." He muttered. "We just have to wait and see. Perhaps we should check for other injuries...you never know. Some are hard to see." He said, all of this inaudible to the boy's sister.

Terrie nodded and looked at her make-shift cast for his leg. She hoped it would hold as well as it did for Velvet's leg. Scanning the rest of his body she could see what looked like fresh blood staining his shirt around the stomach area. she hoped it wasn't a wound. Slowly she lifted his shirt revealing gash as big as her hand. "Oh ******." She muttered.

( Oh XD And thanks! )

Black Jack stared at the gash dumbly. He muttered something that couldn't be heard. For some reason, he felt like he was getting driven crazy...only a gash... ONLY A HUMUNGOUS GASH. He had seen far worse... But he sighed. Now, he started to feel quite negative about the boy living. No. A doctor was so supposed to work at his...her best, no matter the situation.

((Um...help? XD))