2-14-10 - Taye, Fiona, & Tyree.

Salamandastron: Infirmary

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This is the infirmary for the long patrol. This room is one of the most

well lit rooms in the whole of Salamandastron, with several candles placed

strategically along the shelves and cupboards. Many wooden beds line the

walls of this room, each outfitted with impeccably clean white linen

sheets. This unfortunately limits the walking space in this room. Where

there are not beds there are shelves and cabinets that hold a variety of

different medical equipment, mostly needles and bandages. A single stone

sink is firmly lodged into one of the counters. The sink is not fancy, in

fact it is quite awkward. It is a necessity, nonetheless. An open closet

is in the corner of the room, storing a surplus of compact cots, in the

unusual case of mass injuries. The room usually has several nurse hares in

it, roaming around tending to various injuries.

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                 Visible Exits:

[Out] to Level Three [Herb] Room

The day after is always the worst for pain, isn't it? Taye lies on his back in one of the infirmary cots, shirtless with most of his torso and the left shoulder bandaged up. His left arm's in a sling and his

pants are cut off at the knees, with his calves bandaged up. He's like a mummy! But his face is untouched, this time! No more scars to add to the slashies he got from that owl at the Abbey, at least. His

teeth are gritted and he's staring up at the ceiling with his brow slightly damp with perspiration.

Fiona wouldn't know about the ins and outs of injuries such as this, which means she really has no clue just what kind of pain Taye is going through at the moment. With her new entry into the patrol, the

private doesn't have much time but every free moment is spent with the lieutenant. Slow steps take her from the door to the side of Taye's bed as she tilts her head slightly to take in his appearance -

judging whether or not the buck is awake. When she has made sure the doe closes the distance to curl her fingers lightly into the cup of her lover's hand.

At the touch of Fiona's hand his eyes turn to hers and a faint smile light up his otherwise tense expression. "... Hey, darlin'," he murmurs in greeting. His hand shifts and his fingers clasp with hers, a

weaker hold than usual.

A worried expression alights on the doe's face as Taye gives her that smile. She huffs gently through her nose, ears tilting back. ".. Hey." Fiona croons lightly at the buck and curls down to rest her muzzle

to his cheek - one of the only unmarred portions of him. ".. ye know.. when I agreed t'be yer mate.. I though' it would mean I could keep ye longah." Instead of him going out and getting himself nearly

killed.

Taye's muzzle quirks in a faint grin. "... Ah, yeah. Well, ya forgot t'read the fine print, ya did." His head turns, very slightly, to give a gentle bump of his muzzle to hers.

"I guess tha's my fault." Fiona mutters close to his cheekbone and then rubs her nose at the soft portion of Taye's temple as she goes to seat herself. ".. howevah.. if yer not more careful nex' time.. I'll

beat ye myself." She chuffs lovingly.

Taye chuckles softly, in understanding and appreciation of the warning. His half-lidded eyes look up into hers with soft affection. "... Well their won't be a nex' time for... a good long while. But. I

promise t'be more careful," he murmurs. Though being careful isn't exactly in his job description, nor hers now.

Of course it's not in their job description.. but he still has to be careful anyway! As Fiona said, she'd like to keep him. Feather light she brushes her fingers over the bandaging that wraps Taye's chest,

tilting her head to gaze down his body. "Good."

The bandages are relatively fresh, but there's still been some oozing of blood. They're pinkish, but in no need of changing just yet. His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths to keep from jarring his

ribs too much. "... So how've you been, then?" he jokes with a faint grin.

Tyree has arrived.

"Busy." Fiona quips, trying to not let the appearance of the wounded buck bother her too much. She's never been squeamish but it's different when it's someone she cares about being used as a pin cushion.

"Settlin' in. Haven' been assigned to a patrol yet.. but soon." The doe sits up more now.

Tyree comes into the infirmary with no real intent behind his steps. He's just... here. "Hello," he says, moving towards one of the cabinets to get some painkillers. Ankle hurt during drills. Then comes a

swift double-take to the bed. "Good seasons," he exclaims without much actual shock or surprise. "Taye! I had heard you were in here... just didn't think it'd be /this/ bad."

Taye looks satisfied that Fiona hasn't been assigned a patrol yet. "... Still gotta talk t'Dark about you... We'll have a runnah opening for a while, anyway." He grins a little bit, then, and his eyes turn

to the sound of his name. Ahh, Tyree. "'Ey, mate... just a little scuffle." Ha. Hahaha.

That's the results of a little scuffle? Haha. Fiona lets her fingers play over the palm that she still holds. "I wouldn' mind that.. as long as I wouldn' be a distraction t'ya." Her smile grows into a

teasing smirk, brows lifted in an almost haughty expression. "..hm?" She trails off when Tyree speaks, quieting for the moment.

Maybe not thaaaat little of a scuffle. Eh heh. "I'll talk t'Dark about it, anyway..." He squeezes her paw.

Tyree rather noticeably rolls his eyes. Of course! Get some battle scars, and all the does want to hold your paw. "It looks like you fought a starvin' badger with an eating problem an' lost," he says dryly,

unaware he's close to the truth with that. He nods primly to Fiona, all discomfort gone since he's talking to her with all his clothes on. "Ma'am. Pleasure ta' see you again."

"... Not a badgah. A marten," Taye replies with a soft snort. The amusement doesn't reach his eyes, though. It was kind of gruesome, eh wot?

Other does better not be holding Taye's hand. That would cause some problems. The blonde watches Tyree with a thoughtful squint before speaking with a smirk. ".. please don' call me 'ma'am'." Fiona grimaces

at this term. "'M probably youngah than ya." She snorts and turns her attention on the lieutenant before leaning over him to snuffle at his whiskers with a smirk. ".. well I jus' came by fer a few minutes."

Already the private is starting to stand up, pushing the chair back naturally with a bump of her rump.

Taye bumps his muzzle up briefly to press a kiss to her cheek before resting back. "See you latah, darlin'. Visit soon, s'borin' here." His eyes turn back to Tyree, then, to see if the prim and proper buck

has anymore questions.

"Oh. A marten, then," Tyree says, eyebrows raising. "Well, I hope they were duly dispatched after a... little scuffle of such epic proportions." He tilts his head at Fiona's disdain towards his etiquette.

"It's what I was taught, Fiona," he explains, sounding only a tiny, tiny bit hurt and indignant. Maybe miss would have been a better term. But since everyone wants him to be /friendly/, well fine. He can do

that too.

Actually, that part grates on him. He breathes out a sigh. "... She mighta bled out. Dunno. Patrols're out lookin'," he mutters. Sigh.

Ah, but the public displays of affection only become more intense. Fiona smiles like a little girl when she receives that kiss to the cheek before tilting her muzzle to bump her lips fully to his in more of

a smooch. It lingers just long enough for her to capture his lower lip before drawing back to step away from the bed. She chuffs an affectionate farewell, then turns away to move out of the room. In the

process she grins broadly at Tyree. "It's whatevah." There is something fond about this statement.. and then the doe departs.

"It's... what?" Tyree is completely befuddled by that, and lifts a hand halfway as if to stop Fiona and make her explain. But then she's just gone. Tyree sniffs. "Well... anyway. Are you comin' along, Taye?"

he asks, going back to rummaging through the cabinets.

"Yeah. I'm comin' along jus' fine," he lies. Because he has no idea how he's coming along, yet. XD "Think m'gonna be out of commission for a good few months, though... Guess we'll see."

Fiona has left.

"Some months?" Tyree asks, pausing as he takes out a bottle of herbs. Is that a note of friendly concern in his voice? Or just thoughtfulness? "Well... that's a shame. A right shame." He turns back to the

male, but comes no closer. "Is there anythin' I can... do?" he asks hesitantly, as though helping like that were a foreign concept to him.

"Yeah... m'shouldah's messed up," he admits quietly. "So, s'gonna be a while before I'm handlin' a bow again." Taye's brow furrows slightly. At the question, he... shakes his head. "Nah. Nah, m'all righ'.

Not 'less you c'n get me somethin' strong t'drink."

"Oh..." Some fidgeting with the herbs goes in Tyree's hands. "Well, I'm afraid I don't quite know what you'd like. I'm not a very... avid drinker," he admits. "But I can do my best. I recently had a few

rounds with Major Rahier." He reflectively touches his left temple. "Worst headache I ever did endure, wot..."

"Haha... nah, don't worry abou' it, Ty. I oughta jus' sleep," Taye muses with a tired sigh. His eyes close and he sinks back into the bed.