02-21-06 2

Characters involved: Zoe_Lang, Jarril, & Taeura.

Salamandastron: Infirmary

The infirmary is once again packed. Just about every cot seems to be in use, and that's not even counting the secondary infirmary for those hares too injured to be transported up the stairs. The Colonel, rather than occupying a cot, is tending to those in the cots. Her leg still has the original, make-shift cloth bandaging wraping around it, and it's a mess of dried blood and a smaller section of fresh blood still sluggishly seeping out. She leans heavily on a staff wherever she goes, and when she can, she finds a stool.

Entering the room, Jarril has been up throughout the night, only catching a few hours sleep during the morning. Having cancelled the morning classes he finally managed to get himself caught up on other matters and is now on the list of visiting the infirmary. Closing the door behind him, he looks about with a slight sad look and frown but nods his head twice and then walks into the room quietly.

Having tended to her most recent patient, the Colonel heads away from the cots and over toward the counters. She leans there, for a moment, pressing fingers to her temple. Sighing softly, she takes only a moment before looking around. Jarril is spotted. With a faint grin, she limps over to him. "Hullo, cousin. Finally decided t' show up t' be looked ovah?"

Jarril shakes his head at Zoe. "Nah, I am fine, it was only a shallow cut." He looks about at the others. "Seems a lot more got far worse than me this time around..." He smiles and looks at Zoe. "As for ya I should ordah ya ta rest in ya cot. Ya look like ya need it, the other healahs can deal with things, ya did teach them well ya know." He offers to help her back to where her cot is.

Zoe_Lang's grin twists into a smirk, and she shakes her head. She does allow herself to be led, however. "M'fine... I'll take the opportunity t' sit fer a bit, though. Take a look at that arm o' yers, in the meantime."

Jarril nods his head and moves her back to the stool that she was sitting at. "Okay, but ya just as stubborn as I am." Giving a sly grin as he helps the colonel sit down and goes to fetch another stool which he places in front of her and sits down. "My lot did a really good job on that camp?" The major looks at his handiwork of the bandage about his arm. "Nothing left apart from black ash, don't think they can run effectively now in this area." He allows Zoe to look at the arm as he shifts about to the side giving more access to it. Not knowing about Darklett he adds. "I did see Darklett at the tavern, he was in a fight with Zeraph apparantely. Told him ta stay where he was, since he could hardly move from being sore on one side of his torso. Should be back in a day or so with rest there."

Zoe_Lang begins the process of unraveling the bandage. Indeed, the wound looks well-kept. She does dab at it with a cloth smelling strongly of herbs before she bandages it afresh. Her ears twitch as he talks, and at mention of Darklett her eyes flick up to his. "Majah Darklett was in the battle. I don't know how he ended up showin' up there from Halyard. I didn't know 'e was already injured..." She shakes her head slightly.

Jarril blinks, one of his ears twitching slightly. Muttering something under his breath. "Oh for the love of.." His voice comes back up to normal. "He was told ta rest. How bad is he?" The major giving a slight frown on the matter then relents, his voice going softer. "Okay, before ya mention it, he's just like me when I was his age. It's gonna get him killed..."

Taeura room-pages, "I'll pose in after the next.".

At Jarril's final words, Zoe laughs. It sounds a hollow laugh, though, and doesn't reach her eyes. "It did almost get 'im killed... I thought he /was/ dead fer a moment there, last night." She sighs, softly, touching her fingers to forehead again. "He was injured tryin' t' protect me. Bloody poor fightin' I did, last night. Don't know what m'thinkin' still goin' out t' battles, cousin."

You can hear Taeura call for a healer at the top of her lungs well before you see the hurried mass enter the room. The vixen, dress torn and bloodied, panicly calls out again into the infirmary for a healer. She's carrying poor Zeraph. It would be easier to notice what not injured however, his face and ears as well as his abdomen are covered in deep wounds. Strips of cloth from her dress have been used to bandage what she could. Tae struggles to the first empty cot she can find and places raph as gently as possible down on it.

Zoe_Lang blinks at the sudden and loud entrance of Taeura and her delivery, of sorts. She looks all the more surprised because she'd thought they were done with the stragglers coming in some time in the night. She locks eyes with Jar for a moment, looking tired beyond belief, and then stands with a resolute smirk. "Yeah," she replies, and then she's limping, injured leg barely touching ground in a hobbling sort of speed walk. Healers have already converged on the scene, but they part to let the senior healer through. Her eyes widen at the sight of just /who/ it is lying bleeding, and she looks across to the vixen. "What happened t' him? I didn't see 'im at the battle..." One of the assistants begins ripping away cloth where necessary, and others start on the cleaning up and stopping of blood.

Jarril stays sitting where he is and readjusts his bandaged arm but decides to keep out of the way from the other hares. He only turns to face where the action is and goes into deep thought.

Taeura quickly gets out of the way of the healers. She shakes her head, "Donno for sure, there's were a number of dead vermin about him and gore everywhere. Looks like the dern fool took on the lot of 'em." she looks about noticing the rest of the injured and again shakes her head.

Zoe_Lang sighs, her paw touching fleetingly to her forehead just /once/ more before she dives in. The cleaning done for her, she starts wrapping and treating the wounds with herbs. Stitching up will come later, once the bleeding stops. "Well. We'll do what we can for 'im, deah. Mayhaps you should go 'n' clean yerself up?" The doe's eyes flicker across to the vixen, who looks worse for wear to say the least.

Jarril keeps looking at Zoe and he gives a slight worried frown as he keeps noticing her touching that forehead. Moving a paw to his chin he gives it a thoughtful rub and slowly gets up onto his feet, pondering on something which wrestles within his mind.

Jarril pages: Heh, he's pondering seriously putting you off duty for your own good but that would mean a majah ordering you off duty but you're a rank up than him. :) He's unsure what to do in this sense but I think he do it eventually.

Taeura nods with a somewhat puzzled look. "Um, hmm. yes, cleaned up. Oh my dress. Is there something I could borrow, I have nothing with me?" the tactic worked, got her mind off of poor Raph for the moment.

Some of the other healers are sharing glances with each other as Zoe works. Subtle suggestions that she stop and rest have been made several times throughout the night, but the Colonel has either been oblivious to their glances and suggestions or is ignoring them. She nods her head towards the herb room. "If we're not all outta them by this point, there should be some infirm tunics 'n' a couple pairs o' pants. Don't know how well they'll fit ya. Othah than that, yer welcome t' raid m'own closet."

Slowly getting up from his stool, it looks like Jarril has come to a decision over his moral and military decision both of which is going to be hard for him to do. Making his way over slowly towards where the healers are, he stops just behind Zoe and coughs. "Zoe, cousin." He speaks softly trying to resolve this before going the next step. "The other healahs can deal with this, I think ya should lie down and get some rest." He pauses. "Don't make me make it an ordah."

Taeura rushes over to the bin of Infirmary garments and picks something looks like it might fit. She looks about to find a place to wash up and change. One of the attendants point her in the right direction and Tae follows her lead.

Zoe_Lang's ears flick in vague annoyance at the words at her ear. At first, she doesn't even seem to hear what Jarril's saying as she continues to work, but at mention of an order, her fingers pause mid-bandage and she glances around at Jarril, looking almost puzzled. An order? What order? Her brow knits. "... What was that, cousin?"

Jarril blinks at Zoe. "Ya haven't heard a word I said have ya? Okay so be it cousin..." He straighten's up and gives one of his officer type tones. "Colonel, ya fatigue, I am ordah'ing ya ta bed, now?" He points to the empty cot as he looked at Zoe, knowing this will turn into an argument. "Ya healahs are well trained ta deal with this but ya been in a fight a few hours ago, dealing with injured when ya not up ta full speed is going ta do ya more harm than good. Now get ta bed. Or I'll ordah the healahs ta put ya ta bed."

Silence reigns around Zeraph's cot, as the lesser healers take over the bandaging that Zoe has abandoned. She takes one step back and another healer fills her spot. Her paws, bloody from the work, are held up and out of the way to avoid bumping into anyone else. All the while, she's staring at Jarril, almost squinting, as if this is a problem to be figured out. Everyone else is pointedly staring everywhere /but/. "... Are ya questionin' m' abilities? Majah?"

Jarril doesn't flinch as he nods his head back at Zoe, standing his ground. "For the moment, I am. Ya tired, ya been touching ya forehead several times, ya need sleep. Ya can't keep running on full, not after what ya been through." He looks to the other healers that are coping okay. "Ya have a staff, they're able ta do the job fine. It's for ya own good Colonel. Ya do the same if there was someone else that needed telling, now it's ya turn."

Zoe_Lang's brow furrows. "... There're folks almost /died/, Jar. M'fine - just a scratch! I wouldn't be up 'n' walkin' if it wasn't." She flashes a quick grin, though it's a humorless one and quickly gone. "I swear t' ya. A'right?" And without another word, she turns, limping away from the silent healers and the concerned major. She stops at another, nearby cotside, swaying just the teeniest bit before she reaches out to steady herself on the edge of the bed. "And how're you feelin' this mornin'?" Pause. "Bettah than yestahdah? Aye, well. I should hope so!" There's an edge to her voice that is almost annoyance, knowing that Jarril won't drop this, but she refuses to look back at him.

Taeura walks back into the room smoothing out the wrinkles in the tunic and pants she is now wearing. They're not /too/ bad of a fit but it matters not. She finds an out of the way place to sit at the edge of the room so she can see her Raph but stay out of the way of the healers.

Jarril turns to face two other healers that aren't helping Zeraph at the moment and nods his head, then moves his head to the side where Zoe is. As one comes near, he whispers. "Prepare a potion for her." He see's the healer pause before adding. "It's okay, I'll take all the flank for this. Now just go do it." He moves along with the other healer and comes up alongside Zoe with a mix look of worry and concerned on his face. Nodding to the healer next to him, he takes hold of one of Zoe's arms as the other hare does the same as he speaks. "Sorry, cousin, it's for your own good." They both start to carry her towards the empty cot.

Oh this is just not good. A sound of dismay escapes the Colonel's throat as she is lifted. Her staff clatters to the ground, but there's not much she can do in way of struggling, her arms held securely. Not only that, but a stiff wind could probably knock the doe over right now. Her words and tone don't seem effected, though. She does keep her volume low, though. "Jarril, cousin or not, if ya don't see yer way t' putting me down righ' now, I'll see ya on kitchen duty fer a week! Yer not s'old, yet!" Grr, argh!

Jarril doesn't flinch from the warning that Zoe has given him as he speaks back quietly. "That's ya privilege cousin but I am hoping ya realise it's for ya own good." Helping her into the cot, he keeps her lying there as he nods. "Now..." He lowers his head so that only Zoe can hear. "Are ya going ta drink this potion ta help ya get some rest and have some diginity with ya healers or go with the forcing it down ya?" He looks as he see's the hare coming with the potion before turning his head back again. "Think fast."

Zoe_Lang's glare is a mixture of anger and hot embarrassment. She shakes her head, sharply, looking around at the approaching healer and potion. She tries to push up against his restraining paw, but to no avail. She keeps her head up, eyes narrowed intently and almost beseeching. Another sharp shake of her head. "... Don't do this t'me, Jarril. Not here." And the next word is out of her mouth before she can stop it, hushed and hurried and, in her mind, undignified. "... Please."

Taeura fidgets nervously as she watches the tussle quietly.

Jarril looks at the healer and nods for her to stop as he looks at Zoe. "Then just lie in this cot and get some rest or allow me ta take ya ta ya dorm and ya can sleep there. Ya put me in a situation I didn't want ta go into cousin." His voice quivering slightly. "I am worried about ya. Promise me ya stay in ya dorm and get a good sleep." The major looking pleadingly at his older cousin not fully liking this situation himself.

Zoe_Lang's eyes cut away from Jarril, and... oh, m'god. Her ears are glittering. What's going /on/ here? She nods without saying anything at first. Eventually, and so quietly that no one else will hear. "... Go away. If I look at ya righ' now, I'll say somethin' I'll regret. I love ya too much t' do that, cousin." Her teeth grit.

Jarril lets go of Zoe and backs away, stopping at the healer holding the potion and whispers so only she can hear. "She isn't ta leave that cot, that leg needs some rest as well, it's on my ordahs. I don't care if she orders ya out of the way, for the time being she is relieved from duty until she is fit enough. Understand? I'll clear it with another colonel ta give that ordah some more strength." Not looking back he pads away and sighs, heading for the door and leaves quickly but quietly.

Zoe_Lang looks back to watch Jarril's retreat, her eyes on him and the healer as they talk. She clenches her teeth and looks away with a mutter and a curse. The sensation of vertigo which seems to come and go more and more often isn't helping her disposition. Rolling onto her side to face the wall, having had the fortune to be placed in an end cot, she says nothing more to anyone.

Taeura sighs deeply a few times watching the healer hares go about their work bandaging Raph. After a time it seems they are done with him for now. Rest. It was a hard journey to bring him back here. Tae gets up and walks out the door to head for the guest dorms. Nothing more she can do here.