Oz And The Oatmeal Monster(s)!
RW Abbey: Infirmary Recovery
This comfortable but Spartan room has several small alcoves lining the wall. Infirmary bunks with resting and recovering patients lie in these alcoves, each cordoned off with a gossamer drapery of linen for privacy. The room is lit with oil lamps and the pleasing warmth of a small hearth fire. This room is kept quiet, except for the occasional snore, hacking cough or sniffle of its sleeping infirmary occupants.
Oz is laying on one of the cots, his left ear, both wrists and now his knee is bandaged up, he is awake but looks tried.
Fourstone’s head peers around the door frame. He has become quite the stealth expert (or at least what he considers a stealth expert) in the last week or so for running away from the elders requires some amount of slyness. He steps into the infirmary and looks around, obviously looking for Oz.
Oz looks over at Fourstone, "Greetings.." He says quietly.
Fourstone looks startled at first when he hears Oz then he sees the other badger and a bright smile decorates his face. "Oz!" He runs over and scrambles up onto Oz's bed then he grabs his arm and hugs it.
Oz smiles and sits up slowly and hugs Fourstone, "Hey...Fourstone, you been good?"
Fourstone sits up and nods, smiling. "I been great!" He looks at oz's wrists and sees all the bandages as if for the first time. "Wow, you look horrible. You ok?" He now has a concerned frown on his young features.
Oz nods slowly "I..will be, its just where the cuffs were on them so long, they are healing...as is the knee and.." He lays a paw over his left ear, hidden by the bandage as half is gone, "The ear as well heals best it can"
Fourstone's eyes widen. "Did it hurt?" His voice is a small whisper as he is in wonder of the older badger.
Oz nods "Yes...my wrists don't as much, my knee still does..."
Fourstone is still very worried. "Will you get better?" Alarm bells start to go off in his mind as he tries not to think about Oz dying or somthing along those lines.
Oz nods "I will get better, dont worry"
Fourstone looks very relieved and quickly dashes any traces of tears that may have been forming in his eyes. "Good." He wants very much to be helpful to the ill badger in some way so he asks quickly, "You hungry?"
Oz smiles "A little food be good, then a nap"
Fourstone smiles and rubs his paws together, taking full control of the situation. "Okay. I go down to kitchen and bring you some....." He thinks a moment, then just gives up on trying to decide what to bring and shrugs. "I bring you some food." With that he jumps off the bed and heads to the kitchen.
Oz chuckles a little and smiles.
A few minutes go by then suddenly there is quite a commotion in the stairs. It involves the sound of falling dishes and the yells of one novice who was innocently trying to carry the food up for Fourstone, when said dibbun got under paw and they went tumbling down in a nice bit mess of oatmeal and scones. The novice can be heard scolding Fourstone, but he won’t have any part of it and comes racing back up to the infirmary, holding a lone scone and looking a bit like an oatmeal monster as he scrambles back into Oz’s bed. "I got you a scone." He looks very pleased with himself as the sounds of a rather angry novice get closer and closer. Fourstone throws a slightly nervous glance over his shoulder.
Oz looks the younger badger over, "It appears you..need a bath now..and thanks for" he chuckles "The scone"
Fourstone scowls. "Do I /have/ to take a bath?" He grins at the thanks. "It be my duty to-" He is cut off as an oatmeal encrusted novice appears in the door, not looking at all pleased. Fourstone eeps and quickly scrambles off the bed and then goes right under it.
Oz sighs , "Yes..." He looks at the novice and then the trail of oatmeal leading under the bed, he looks back to the novice, " An idea here..Fourstone helps clean up his mess..and takes a bath"
Fourstone can be heard clearly protesting to the idea, but the novice smiles gleefully. "A very VERY good idea, sir." The novice steps over to the bed and reaches under, trying to find Fourstone then quickly pulls her paw back and yelps. "The little horror BIT me!" Fourstone can now be heard muttering darkly. "Well you should not have grabbed my paw!"
Oz shakes his head. He couldn’t get up even if he wanted to but he still has his voice, "Fourstone...do say sorry, we do not bite others, its not nice"
Fourstone scowls. "But she touched me! I had every right to bite her!" The novice meanwhile grabs a roll of bandages and wraps her now bleeding paw.
Oz sighs, "No..you didnt, what if someone bit you?"
Fourstone grudgingly sighs, knowing he is losing the argument. "I would bite them back, probably." He crosses his arms as he sits in the very darkest corner, looking peeved.
Oz goes to try and look under the bed and oofs as he ends up falling out of the bed instead and closes his eyes as pain shoots threw his knee.
Fourstone sees Oz fall out of the bed and gasps, quickly Crawling over to him, all traces of annoyance gone for the moment.” You ok?”. The novice also sees this and looks a bit worried as she kneels down on the other side of Oz.
"Should I get one of the healers?" She asks with a quirked eyebrow as she shoots a small glare at Fourstone. Fourstone promptly sticks his tongue out.
Oz still has his eyes closed, he hit his knee and pain is still clearly there, he nods slowly as he is asked about a healer and lays a paw on his bandaged knee, a little blood seeps from under the bandage but not too much.
Fourstone grabs Oz's paw and squeezes it, his young eyes clearly worried. "Are you going to be ok /now/?" In his mind it would seem circumstances just got considerable worse. The novice nods quickly and stands up, heading out to the main infirmary to grab a healer.
Oz doesn't answer, he then slowly opens his eyes, "Just pain...and going to need to get back on the bed, not beside it"
Fourstone nods quickly and soon the healers are back with the novice who follows behind them. The healers gently get Oz back into the bed and Fourstone climbs back up beside him, looking worried and forgetting about the novice who looms behind him, getting ready to grab him when the time is right. Fourstone lays a paw on Oz's shoulder. "Better?" He means is Oz feeling better now that he is back in the bed.
Oz lets the healer look at his knee where they are draining it, yeah they made a cut on it do infection could get out, he takes a deep breath as they go to clean it and apply a mixture of thick herbs again and bandage it back, and elevate it slightly; he sighs, "Some...better" The healer gets him some tea and he slowly sips it after they put some herbs in it for pain and he still has a fever, and probably will for next 2-3 days maybe. But it’s going down now and that’s a good sign.
Fourstone stays by Oz for a moment more and would have stayed longer if the novice had not chosen this moment to strike! She grabs him quickly and holds him at arm's length as he squirms and protests loudly, but to no avail. His day will probably be taken up with taking a bath and cleaning the stairs. Fun.
