12.23.08 - I Wanted To Be Like You (Jakk's Capture - Part III)

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Location: Redwall Infirmary

Characters Involved: Sidney, Harper, Bottlebrush, Darklett (spoofed)

Again. Who decided the infirmary should be on the second floor? At least Darklett isn't a very big guy. He's unconscious with a big ol' lump on the back of his head and assorted other injured - bloodied up and beaten but at least he's alive. The pair of Long Patrollers who found him on the road maneuver Darklett onto a cot and call for a healer.

The healer who is Harper! Or, at least, he's the one who pokes his head out of the healer dorm to answer the call. He blinks, heading immediately over to attend Darklett. "What happened?" he questions.

Bottlebrush hurries in from the bunk rooms, the fox forgetting his mask once again as he comes through the door and echoes Harper, "What happened?" ...Harper has two voices!

"No idea," says one of the patrollers, Sidney, shaking his head. "He was just out on the road, between here and the 67th. Blood on the snow and some bodies. Ferrets and foxes and all."

Harper pales a little bit. He glances back at BB, then leans over Darklett, examining him. "Looks like he was like this for a while... A lot o' blood loss," he murmurs to the healerfox.

Bottlebrush hurries over and nods, moving to the other side so he and Harper do not trip over eachother. He frowns softly, "Aye..CHeck his didgits, too. If he was out in the cold that long, he could have frostbite from teh cold and blood loss."

Sidney looks tired and disgruntled as he sinks onto a spare cot. "Good thing we were the ones who found him, at least..."

Harper nods, lifting the paw on his side. He checks the digits carefully, looking over them. "Fine here... More likely in the toes," and he heads down that way to check Dark's little piggies.

Bottlebrush checks for any broken-off arrows that may need removing, the fox frowning on concentration while he works and hunts down injuries, "Good lump on his head..And his paw has deep gashes..Hmm.."

Harper finds the arrow wound in his side, grimaces. "Arrow wound here. Let's roll 'im?" He puts his paws on Darklett, but waits for Bottle's assistance.

Sidney works on warming up his own extremities after the trek outside, rubbing his hands together. "It's like. He's in here a few times a week," he mutters about the unconscious Major.

Bottlebrush looks at Harper and nods, "Careful now!" He helps roll the Major over and hmms, "Do you know how to properly remove arrows, Harper? If so, give it a go."

Harper certainly got practice on /that/ as a recruit! Harper nods to BB, sorting out a thick wad of cloth in one paw. He gives an experimental tug - if it's just a sharpened point, that's the easiest. But there's resistance - he grimaces. Sorts out a knife. Very precisely he begins the work of extricating the arrow head, first cutting the shaft off at the skin and working from there. He works quickly and in fairly short order, the arrowhead in Darklett's back is out. He brushes it off the cot and onto the floor, pressing the thick wad of cloth to the freshly-bleeding wound. "I think they're having a bad time of it here. S'like they've got big giant targets on their back." And side. o.0; He gets to work on the second arrow head.

"What, the Patrol? .. yeah, don't have to be told that twice," Sidney mutters, rubbing at the still-sore thigh muscle that was stabbed.. what, a week ago? Two? He grunts. "Just, uh. Let me know if you need any help," he offers the two healers.

Bottlebrush gets items for Harper as he works, the fox watching intently, "I am thinking we are going to be very busy if this keeps up. Who would have the guts to attack a Long Patrol hare? Either they were very brave or very stupid." He then nods to Sidney, "Thank you. We will let you know if we need help."

"... or very smart," Sidney mutters, ever the cynic.

Harper sighs softly. "No doubt they're tryin' to test their mettle against the 'famed Long Patrol'. Idiots." The other arrowhead gets tossed, clattering to the ground. Shows how much he has regard for the things. He shakes his head, looking grim.

Bottlebrush hurries off to get some warm, clean water and some cloths. He comes back after a few minutes and nods, "Almosst makes we ponder taking up a blade, myself. I don't like seeing goodbeasts hurt." Considering he did not even get angry when he got clocked in the head, that's saying something, "Here is some water to clean his wounds. We need to make sure he does not get an infection."

Sidney leans over to unlace his boots, pulling his feet free with a grimace. He sets one foot on the edge of the cot he's sitting on and works on warming his toes. "Well .. these ones passed the test. Some of them, anyway." His gaze cuts to Darklett's face. "The ones who survived."

Harper eyebrows quirk. "Assuming any survived. He may've killed them all." Let's be a little less cynical, Sidney! He takes the water and cloths, carefully cleaning the wounds. "Thanks, Bottle."

Bottlebrush chuckles softlya nd nods in agreement with Harper, "You are welcome, Harper, and you are also right. I would think it would take more than seven beasts for one to even survive a fight with a hare."

"Hmm," Sidney responds. "Well the clonk on the head knocked him out, right? Figure whoever did that was alive after he fell, at least." He glances at Bottlebrush. "There were at least a half-score dead there."

Harper considers the head wound. "Headwounds c'n be delayed. More likely the blood loss got 'im." Harper keeps up the work!

"Guess we'll just have to ask him, then," Sidney says, trying for a cheerful tone. It falls short. "You know, Dark," he aims at the Major, "it's a pretty dumb idea to go out to the 67th on your own. No offense, sir." His tone is ironic.

Bottlebrush continues to help Harper but lets Harper take the lead, only stepping in directly if the hare asks for help. Can't learn if you don't do! "What is this 67th you speak of, anyways?"

Harper seems to be doing all right for himself. He glances sideways at BB. "The 67th is their Mossflower post. S'a weird place. It's underground 'n hidden, so no hot food 'less it's brought in, so the smoke doesnt give 'em away, 'n' the long-termers there, those stationed at the 67th semi-permanently... they're just odd. Unlike Darklett 'ere," and he pats an uninjured spot on the Major, "they're content t'stay in one place 'n' not leave." Ha.

"It's the.." Harper gets there first, and Sid shrugs. He's now rubbing sensation back into one of his long ears. "Yeah, that."

Bottlebrush ahhs softly and nods, "Huh. Those are the reasons I /do not/ pick up a sword. Odd places at odd times." He chuckles softly and then suddenly pauses, looking directly at Sid, "Was he found near this hidden place?"

Harper's ears perk. He glances at Sid for the answer, noting. "I'm finished. There's naught to do but wait, now." And Darklett /is/ well and truly cleaned, poulticed, and bandaged.

"About halfway," is Sidney's answer.

Bottlebrush nods and relaxes visibly, "I had suddenly had the bad thought that something may have happened to that place but if he was not close to it, than they may not have even known there was an attack."

"Heh, unlikely," the recruit answers.

Harper nods at Sidney. He wipes his paws on a cloth, looking between the two.

Bottlebrush moves to settle into a chair and streches his footpaws out with a sigh, "Whoo! Owls and vermin are giving me too much to do. I came here thinking I would be treating skinned knees and small injures." He chuckles.

Harper snorts, "It's really too bad you won't get a chance t'work in the mountain infirmary a while. This'd look like a picnic compared to after a battle."

Bottlebrush laughs warmly, "According to Zoe, I will never go into the mountain..Not that I am complaining, mind you! I'd be a little nervous in a mountain full of hares."

"Well you seem to be doing fine in an abbey full of hares," Sidney points out. He pushes his feet back into his boots and stands up.

Bottlebrush nods, "Aye but the hares are not in control." He then chuckles, "You have not heard that Taye and I are not..the best of friends?"

"Heh, news travels." News in the form of a wee leveret with no filter. "I don't particularly care, unless you come after /me/. Then I'll stab you." This is said pleasant as ever as he turns to go.

Bottlebrush arches a brow, "So you know why, even..Huh. I kind of expected more hares to be..I dunno..angry, I guess."

Sidney pauses to glance back at Bottlebrush. "Being angry's a waste of energy, and I hardly have energy enough for everything else anyway. What with saving Dark's arse every other week." Smirk.

Bottlebrush laughs softly at that but also looks a little puzzled. Perhaps Sid does not know just why T aye does not like him, after all..

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