Not five minutes after the explosion, Julian comes back to the alleyway, hands on his knees as he's doubled over, chest heaving. As he catches his breath, his mind races. He's done it. There's a gigantic hole in the side of the Arena and the participants are likely starting to pour out and the message is out--the people aren't going to take this anymore.
Would anyone aside from Garak believe it was him? Would he return to work next week as though nothing happened? Would someone find him and arrest him within the next few minutes? No one else had seen him that he could tell. He knows the placement of every single security camera and had his timing down pat to avoid detection by any of them.
His breathing starts to slow down and he looks up, stomach sinking when he sees the amount of blood on the ground. That was more than he'd anticipated. Not deadly no, but certainly uncomfortable. The trail leads right to Garak, laying against a wall. Performing an act of terrorism hadn't done anything to his morals, but the sight of Garak so helpless because of him makes his insides clench uncomfortably.
Julian jogs over to Garak and kneels beside him, taking his now much-less-full backpack off his back and sitting it on the ground next to him. He opens it and smoothly takes out two tourniquets, wrapping one tightly above the wounds on each leg. Digging inside again, he pulls out trauma scissors, gauze and a bottle of isopropyl alcohol and begins to cut away cloth overlaying the bullet holes to start cleaning and bandaging the wounds.
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Would anyone aside from Garak believe it was him? Would he return to work next week as though nothing happened? Would someone find him and arrest him within the next few minutes? No one else had seen him that he could tell. He knows the placement of every single security camera and had his timing down pat to avoid detection by any of them.
His breathing starts to slow down and he looks up, stomach sinking when he sees the amount of blood on the ground. That was more than he'd anticipated. Not deadly no, but certainly uncomfortable. The trail leads right to Garak, laying against a wall. Performing an act of terrorism hadn't done anything to his morals, but the sight of Garak so helpless because of him makes his insides clench uncomfortably.
Julian jogs over to Garak and kneels beside him, taking his now much-less-full backpack off his back and sitting it on the ground next to him. He opens it and smoothly takes out two tourniquets, wrapping one tightly above the wounds on each leg. Digging inside again, he pulls out trauma scissors, gauze and a bottle of isopropyl alcohol and begins to cut away cloth overlaying the bullet holes to start cleaning and bandaging the wounds.