Apology Number 2 (A Redwall log)
Redwall Abbey Infirmary and Recovery room.
Mice: Leon, male. LilyMoore 'Lily', female. Angela, female. Cynthia, female.
Squirrels: Aden, female (wife of the new Champion, Magramba). Sarah, female.
Otters: Nissaya 'Nissa', male.
Leon has gotten back into the infirm after lunch, and still seems a little tried as he looks around and sits on a cot. He looks at his paw and its still a little red palm, a sort of rope burn type mark from holding onto a make shift...seatbelt of sorts? He still is a bit shocked of what exactly happen and if his idea was even he best but hey it did save a life right?
LilyMoore comes into the Infirmary, looking a little shocked. "Oh, hi Dad," she says quietly. "Um.....Momma and Nana told me to take a day off from chores and do fun things, but......" she looks hesitant as she comes over to her father. She then frowns and points to his paw. "Hey, are you okay?"
Leon blinks" Fun...things?" He chuckles slightly and then clears his throat" No just something...tiring." He nods about the paw "It's fine just too tight of a grip on something is all, tis fine"
LilyMoore doesn't look convinced. "Well...okay, if you're sure it's fine..." she goes to sit beside him. "What do you think I should do?" She asks as she goes to rest her head on his shoulder. "I.....it feels.....kinda wrong for me to....do fun things when.....when I've been so bad....."
Leon shakes his head at this "Bad? I do not think you have been bad lately as you have done the chores and not gotten into any fights that I know of." He smiles and goes to rest an arm around her if able, "And fun things cheer beasts up. sorry if I seem tired I sort of....had an interesting night last night, but things turned out fine and I am fine"
LilyMoore shrugs, but seems to be considering his words. (And he is able to put his arm around her, and she allows it.....or, rather, welcomes it.) "It's okay if you're tired. Do you wanna talk about it?"
They are sitting on a cot.
"I hurt myself!" The announcement comes - almost jovially - from the doorway, and Aden appears, clutching her left forearm tightly in her opposite paw. Her demeanor is bright and sunny, offering a stark contrast to the smattering of blood that is currently leaking out from under her paw, flicking red across the stones and her apron. She doesn't seem to have any realization (or surely any /care/) that she has just flounced in on something personal and touching, and drops - heavily - into an adjacent cot. "Hiya!"
Leon shrugs "Well...sure why not." He begins "Some bird was in the entry think looking for Magramba or someone and they mentioned an injured beast and how time was short and they were by the bridge. So I sort of...kind of...got with Thunderwing, that eagle and..." He pales some, yes he reminds himself how high he went... "And anyways got back here and there is an injured, recovering squirrelmaid in the recovery. She keep mumbling something 'bout...Ben" And then he sees another injured squirrel and his one seems oddly happy to be injured. "What happen?" He will take a look at her, maybe she has lost a lost of blood as who is happy to be hurt?
LilyMoore listens intently to her father, going to wrap her arms around him in a hug. THEN. Aden traipses in, bleeding everywhere. Her eyes go wide, and she is up and at the herb cabinets in a flash. Digging out the correct herbs and a bunch of bandages, she hurries back to her father's side and offers them to him. "What did you do?" She asks anxiously, obviously concerned.
"Someone is always looking for Magramba, poor lad." Aden laughs, ears perking up at the tale Leon is spinning. "That all sounds right /harrowing/, it does. Eagles and... Oh, Ben - huh? That's the kid that Flick adopted? Which... Doesn't narrow it down, necessarily, but." There's another chuckle, and the silver squirrel's eyes fall to the wound on her arm, as if surprised to find it there. "Oh! Uh - one should not get tied up in details, for they shall find themselves missing the joys of life!" Nice deflection. She's not happy to be injured - just giddy about life. There's been a lot to be giddy about, lately. "The important thing is not /how/ things happen, but that they happen at all - rejoice! For life is a mysterious thing!" Translation: she did something dumb and hurt herself. "Juuuuuust a scratch!" She chirps, sticking her arm out, abruptly, towards Leon and his apparent helper.
Leon blinks and shakes his head as he looks to see how deep, and how large an area the cut is "I think it's more than a scratch and I believe Flicky only has one dibbun, he just talks to others in the abbey but they are not his, Oz is in charge of the dibbuns." He gets something to clean off the wound and Cayenne to slow the bleeding some, "This will need sewn, what ever you did I say be careful next time"
LilyMoore helps her father when he asks. "No, seriously, Miss....um." She smiles a little bit. "My name's LilyMoore, by the way. How could you hurt yourself that badly?" She doesn't seem phased by the wound or the blood.
"Well, he introduced him as his 'son'." Aden laughs. "I know Flick is an odd one, but he's not /that/ odd. He's big on making his family bigger. Been like that as long as I can remember." It's not like Oz has a monopoly on all things dibbun, after all. "He's trying to convince me that /I/ want them, but - heh." The acrobat smirks. Give some time for the whole 'secret-marriage' thing to sink in first, jeez; a girl can only handle so much. "Go on, then. Do your dirty work, I'll be brave...ish." Still holding her arm out, the squirrel squeezes her eyes shut and looks away. Considering the amount of abuse that her body has taken - even on this most recent trip alone - she should be fine with healers. But she's not. There's something more /natural/ about getting your shoulder stitched up, in a ditch, with nothing but a stick to bite and some whiskey to dull the pain. The age old methods work, dang it! She cracks an eye open to peer at Lilymoore. "Aden Skipaw, Lilymoore. It's a pleasure of course. You wouldn't happen to have a stick and some booze in that cabinet of yours, wouldja, love?" She continues to evade and dodge the 'how's.
Leon shakes his head "I do not think so and there is no ale in the infirm sorry" He does find peppermint oil and that numbs pain a little and looking at the wall is nice too "Ok this...I will try not to hurt you doing this but it needs down ok?" He then nods and goes to start sewing after he uses the peppermint oil. His paw movements are quick and skilled and he is rather good for a healer with one paw. Then he has had practice using the stub of his other paw and even his tail can hold needed healing things. If anyone else needs a healer right now he is going to need some help.
LilyMoore goes to help hold the squirrel's arm still. "My Nana keeps weird stuff in her special, personal cabinet. I can look for her whiskey..../after/ you tell us what you did, Miss Aden." 1: She does not know that the squirrel is married, and 2: Take that, Little Miss Evasion! So there!
A clank, a loud one at that echoes from the recovery room and a moan and squeak, sounds like someone's tray just hit the floor
Leon jumps as he hears the noise and sighs, he stands and just then a wailing novice squirrel comes in and they are limping and the master healer sighs, He is then grabbed before he can say anything" Hurry Hurry...it's horrible they bumped into one another and his nose is pouring blood!!" The healer asked who an is dragged off...joy!
"I cut myself throwing nosy children off the ramparts!" Aden threatens, though it is done around a smirk. She laughs, shaking her head, and lets her eyes roam anywhere but the stitch work happening on her arm. At Lilymoore's continued urging, she relents... Sort of. "Somebeast bet me that I couldn't do something - I proved them wrong - and then Sister Agatha threw me out of the kitchen." Because she is an adult, and that's what adults do. "But, uh - this nana of yours... what other kind of 'weird stuff' is in this cabinet you speak of...?" The silver-furred squirrel maid waggles her eyebrows at the young mouse and chancing a glance at her arm as she does. With Leon finished with the patch work, she casts a glance around the place - the infirm just got a bit chaotic, didn't it? "Well, uh, that about sums that up, I think?" She pushes herself off the cot and straightens up, stretching her arms above her head. "Spiffin' work, all. I'll be sure to recommend your valiant services." She dips herself into a little flourishing bow before the young mouse, and then makes for the door.
Sarah moans from the recovery room as an aide rushes in to clean the mess, the aide comes out setting the tray on the counter, it looks barely touched
Just as Leon leaves, Angela comes hobbling in. "Lily, I told you to take a day off--" then the groaning can be heard, and the old healer hurries into the next room. "Miss, it's alright, my name is Angela, I'll 'elp ye, child." She goes to check the squirrel's pulse and to see if she has a fever.
Sarah blinks, and recoils some, "I ah I uh where am I?" she has a strong pulse and no fever, "thirsty" she gasps out.
LilyMoore sneaks out of the room to do fun things. An albino otter comes to the old mouse's side as she smiles gently. "You are in Redwall, and you are safe now." Nissaya, the otter, hurries and gets the squirrel some water. Bringing it back, he smiles softly and hands it to her.
Sarah smiles weakly taking the glass she tries to drown herself as she gulps down the water way too fast, spilling most of it.
Nissa keeps a hold of the glass and goes to tilt it back some before she can spill/drink very much of it and goes to guide her into drinking it very slowly. "You're still on the mend; please drink slowly, or else you'll get sick," he gently instructs. Angela goes into the other room for some herbs or something.
Sarah slows her drinking, "sorry" she slips out during a moment she takes a breath, "how did I get here?" she speaks softly.
"You were rescued by our Master 'Ealer and an eagle." Angela says as she reenters the room. Nissaya scoots a little so the mouse can hold out a cup of steaming mint tea, with added herbs. "Please drink this very slowly. It'll 'elp take the swelling down and 'elp ye rest."
Sarah takes it gently and sips it slowly, "some beast I am can not even live in a broken leg."
Angela goes to check the leg. "Oh, you'll be fine, love. You just need rest and good food. Give it time; it will heal." Nissa slips into the other room to check on a patient in there.
Sarah looks around, "Ben made here?" she asks softly.
Out in the main Infirmary room, LilyMoore slips back in, carrying a book. She sits in a corner and begins to read. Nissaya is checking on some patients. Angela is in the Recovery room, helping Sarah the squirrel. "Ben? How do ye know Ben?"
Sarah folds her ears, "he is my son I sent him here to be safe." Sarah frowns "I thought I was going to die
Cynthia looks in the infirm as she has something in her paw, a splinter by the looks of it and a good size one tooo. She slips in quietly as to not disturb anyone , she can wait.
Nissaya spots her and pads quietly over to her. "Hello, how can I help you?" Lily also sees Cynthia, and, after hesitating for a few moments, closes her book, slips it into her pocket, then walks over to the other mousemaid, head bowed. "Can I help you, Nissa?" "Of course." he says. Lily hurries over to the herb cabinets to get what's needed. Angela nods, then whispers something to a Novice, who leaves the Infirmary to go find Ben.
Cynthia nods as she sits "I...almost fell out of a tree and sort of slid down it really quick and then got this in my paw and it hurts a lot" But she is holding back any tears she has, it's in the palm of her paw.
LilyMoore comes back with a needle, a bandage, and some peppermint oil. Nissa goes to calmly numb the area with the oil. The mousemaid ducks her head and says, "H...hey, Cynthia....um.....I'm....so, so terribly sorry for....." She gulps and looks up at the other mouse. "For hurting you. I'm really sorry." she looks back down again to hide the tears in her own eyes. This may not have been the best time to apologize, but she has the courage right now.
Cynthia looks away from the needle, she has seen worse though as she looks towards Lilymoore so she can not have to worry about sharp things or splinters... "Y...You are?" She asks softly.
As Nissaya goes to remove the splinter, Lily nods. "Yeah. I am. I...wish I hadn't done it. I am so, so sorry. And....I'll understand if you hate me. .....I hate me, too." The otter raises his eyebrows, but for now says nothing.
Cynthia waits 'til the splinter is out and then speaks "I...I don't hate you. I was...sort of afraid of you" Maybe she still is a little. "I...don't hate anyone here...and I only have a couple friends"
LilyMoore looks up at the other mousemaid as Nissaya goes to bandage the area. "You.....why don't you? And.....I'm sorry that you don't have many friends. I.....thought for sure that you did...."
Cynthia frowns as she looks down "I have...Caleb and...this badger and some vole who seems to like to wash dishes a lot..." She goes quiet and just sits there.
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