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Jeff? Who the fuck was Jeff? The old man was hit by a car, not a sudden case of the Flu. ”Listen, I don't know this Jeff guy is but this man was hit by a car and bit by a homeless man. I don't think he's going to get a fever from either of those. I have 911 on the line and I'm following their instructions ok?” Hermes rolled his eyes, landing them into a side eye at Hannah as if to say ‘can you believe these guys?’ That's when he caught the birds, was everything just going crazy all of a sudden? Was this Bird Flu? Too late did he realize that the growling was coming from Finley and not some strange dog across the way. It was then he was tackled down to the ground, this time without a faithful hockey stick to hold the chomping mouth at bay.
Hermès’ phone slipped from his hand and scattered away on the pavement as he tried to hold Finley back. The newcomer immediately coming to his rescue and pulling Finley off of him right as the Paramedics arrived on the scene. ”I'm fine. I'm fine.” He responded, signing along with it as he watched the scene unfold before him. He made his way over and picked up his phone once more. ”Paramedics are here.” Then he hung up. He slid his phone into his pocket, wondering if he needed to arm himself or not. ”The call was for that old man over there. He was hit by a car and also suffers from a bite wound. Maybe you have a sedative or a tranquilizer to help Finley over there calm down?” He called out to the Paramedics.