Promotion
Including:
Micah
Rahier
Dagda
Flicktail
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
Micah is covering an infirm shift! It's a very exciting process, isn't it? To the extent that they generally lounge around until an emergency comes in! Mike's sitting back at the healer's desk with his feet up and book in paw, studying during his downtime. What a good student.
"Oh, oh, you'll be fine," comes the lilting voice of none other than Rahier, escorting a buck who's near doubled over. "Agh, 'urts," complains the runner, as Rah pats him gingerly upon the shoulder. He leads the groaning buck to a cot, tilting his head. Hm. Rah opens his mouth to speak, and finds that... Micah is manning the desk. Ah, interesting. Mouth curling into a smile, he clears his throat. "Patient, Mike."
Flicktail has arrived.
Flicktail comes in looking around the infirmary and smiling to every single beast.
Tyree is definitely not an emergency. Well, he could make one. But he's just coming in with a cut paw. Yup, nothing serious. Well, apart from the bleeding and all that. He's not even whimpering like the wimpy runner in the back. He just stalks up to the desk and shows the large cut on his right paw to Rahier and Micah. "I need assistance."
Flicktail listens intently, curious as to what happened
Huh. Well, look at that. It got busy all of a sudden! Mike looks up from his book upon hearing the hurting runner, and sets the book aside and sits up. "You need any h-" Elp? Oh. Hi, bleeding paw! "What happened t'you?" He stands up, coming around the desk with a nod towards one of the cots.
As the supervising healer in the infirmary, Dagda is covertly positioned as a patient, lying prone in one of the beds, his head stealthily swathed in swathes. The buck holds a book in one paw before him, sleeves stealthily missing to hide his classification, and one eye stealthily narrows to a stealthy slit that stealthily stares at the supervisee.
The poor runner just about collapses onto his cot, all doubled in on himself. Fetal position, go. "Ohh, m'poor stomach," he continues to complain. "Help me, doc." Rah is strolling away, sparing a nod and a grin for Ty and a look for Flick, before he whistles his way over to the desk Mike vacated.
"Cut m'self," Tyree says in a tone that says 'you're a healer, you should know.' "Fine cut, with a sharp knife. Slipped. Kept it bandaged till now, but I think may need stitches." Probably going to leave a tiny, tiny scar too. Ooo, he'll be so hardcore! He glances at Flick. "'Lo." Yeah, might wanna get some fresh gauze or something, it is still bleeding after all.
Flicktail smiles to Tyree, and is about to speak, when a Guard Hare walks in and hands Flicktail a nose, the Hare whispers, and something is heard about a "Sparra warrior"
Sidney usually visits the infirmary for the purpose of keeping Mike company.. when it's empty. It's not empty! "... busy night, huh?" he calls over to the younger buck as he stands in the doorway, leaning into it with his hands tucked in his pockets. He's not a distraction, he's.. scenery.
Psh! 'What happened?' It's a standard question! Conversational! He returns the look from Tyree with an arch of his brow. While the buck's on the way over to the cot, he's over to a cabinet to grab a few supplies. He lays them out on the cotside table, pulling a stool over and taking a seat. He holds out a paw to Tyree, with a flicker of his single ear at whatever's just been whispered. "Wonder what that's about," He offers. Conversationally! What a good bedside manner. He plucks up a fresh piece of gauze, setting it on his knee while he starts to unroll the old bandage on his paw. At which point - Sidney! "Hey, da'. Aye, seems t'be all of a sudden."
The swathes are itchy. Dagda scratches with irritation at the rough stuff. Some of the fibers stick up in front of his eye, blocking a bit of his vision. Just enough to be annoying. The buck mutters grumpily to himself, mimicking the cadence of the mentally disturbed.
Rahier picks up the cup of coffee from the desk and smells it. Hm, acceptable. Taking a drink, he nominally watches Mike to see how the recruit handles this little 'situation', but he can't help but look over to the hare in the doorway talking to Flick.
Flicktail looks at the *N O T E* and gasps...the foxes eyes brimming with tears as he gets a panicked look "n...no....oh...n..no!
Tyree waits patiently, holding his paw in an elevated position like he's supposed to. He humphs and dabs at some getting perilously close to staining his immaculate tunic. When Flick begins to apparently start to have an apoplexy, he turns to him, alarmed. But alarmed for Tyree mostly just equals eyes a little wider than normal. "Sah? What's happened?"
Micah can only afford a short glance back at Flicktail while he works on tending to the paw. He presses the fresh gauze to the wound while he plucks up a warm cloth, letting Tyree find out what's happened instead of adding to the hubbub. He removes the gauze briefly, to work on cleaning the wound.
Rahier clears his throat again, his head thoroughly tilted. The outburst from the fox is partially alarming, partially confusing. "Somethin' wrong?" he asks, calling over to the tod.
Flicktail looks up, his lower lip trembling "a..a vermin..a vermin took one o me Dibbuns! A Sparra warrior from Redwall *sniffle* they been trakin im, they think e be commin this way
Dagda is done with this. The buck reaches up to untie the headwrap, but. But it won't come off. "Bloody..." The healer struggles with the stubborn, formerly stealthy wrap. Will the interim supervisee notice the attempts of one of his patients to free himself from bondage?
"Wha... what?" Tyree asks, flabbergasted when Flick reveals the news. That was rather terrible. But what could the Patrol do? "Comin'... here you say?" he asks, and that makes little sense. "Oh, thank you, Micah... vermin, comin' this way?" Why would a kidnapper come straight to the one place they were most likely to get caught? Tyree is severely confused. Especially when someone who really doesn't look like they should be getting up... gets up. "Uh... uh." He points at Dagda with his now bandaged paw. /Why is it all happening at once./
Flicktail blinks "it..be a White Fox..named Francis..oi met im at e abby before oi came ere...they say e be near camp Willa...but e as Kate...my KATE, she be a kitten not even a season old.....they think e be tryin ta get to a boat somewhere on e shore...e may not know that Sala BE ere.....
Flicktail says, "E said e were from e north, never eard o Red Wall"
Rahier raises a brow at it all, and hms. "Well, y'could go look f'em," he suggests, but then looks over to the unwrapping Dagda. This makes him blink a couple times, then laugh. "Dag, what're y'/doin'/?"
Dagda freezes for a beat when Rahier says his name, then gives him the "you're blowing my cover!" look. Ah well. "Bloody thing's stuck on m' head."
"... Ty, stop fidgetin'," Mike mutters at the buck. He's finished cleaning the wound, at least, and tosses aside the now-soiled cloth. Next come needle and thread, and he rests the back of Ty's paw on his knee. "/Don't/ move." He then pipes up, glancing around. "Sounds like somethin' they could send some patrols out for? I guess someone's trackin' th-" Blink. He glances around in time to see Dagda struggling. Staaaare.
Flicktail looks at Dagda, his emotions torn, fortunately plenty of hares here to tend to the beast "O COURSE Oi will look for me Dibbun" he doesn't Ask for help...but he blinks searching the faces of tehhares around him...with apleading look
"... Sorry," Tyree mutters back to Micah, and does indeed hold still. His eye twitches when the needle comes, and he decides it is better to sit down for this. "Might need a knife," he suggests to Dagda, and then glances up at Flick. "Colonel Zoe will certainly dispatch a few hares ta' help with somethin' o' that magnitude, sah. If he's comin' this way, 'e will not escape the mountain's eyes."
Oh, wait. Um. He's supposed to be stitching up Tyree's paw, isn't he? Enough staring at Dagda-from-the-dead! Mike looks back around, his scarred flickering rapidly while he tries to focus in the active room. Needle is set to thread and starts to stitch, slowly and carefully. Tyree will appreciate the precision he's attempting to employ. He nods his head in agreement. "Aye, sir. If tha'... sparra or whatever? C'n track 'im, m'sure the patrol c'n help."
Flicktail forces a smile "T..thany ye....she..be a special lill gel...maybe Oi kin bring her to see ya..when..when we find er...." the fox trembles, he's obviously frightened for the kitten "e will still be a coupl o days away yet
"... I guess best t'talk to the Colonel 'bout it," Mike allows while he keeps his focus on his work with a 'I don't really know' sort of recruit shrug. "She'll sort things out." She's God! Or whatever.
Flicktail says, "well Aye....we needs ta ave supplies and be able ta find e dibbun"
"Oh, good. Time enough ta' prepare a warm welcome for the blighter," Tyree growls. Finally, a chance to actually hurt someone who was doing evil. He hopes to be there when they plug an arrow into his head. He grits his teeth and his eye twitches as the needle moves in and out of his skin. "Zoe'll do somethin'," he agrees, fascinated by the wound slowly closing again. Ooo, it's all squishy and gross and stuff.
Flicktail says, "Will..Will ye come wi me Tyree?"
With the way Tyree's looking at it... "You'd better not be one'a those folks who... poke at it," he warns. He glances up, pausing with a squint at the buck. No touch! And he looks back down again, making fairly quick work for a young healer.
Flicktail says, "Oi..gotta go Fine the Col and getthinsg ready..thank ye, ye all begood beasts!"
"I'm not," Tyree denies immediately. "Jus'... tryin' ta' keep my mind off the pain." He nods to Flicktail. "If I am ordered I will go. But otherewise, I doubt you will have trouble finding help. Good luck."
"Good luck, sir," Mike calls back to the tod. He finishes up his stitching and ties it off, cutting the end of the thread. "There," he announces, satisfied.
Tyree raises the now repaired paw and flexes it. The stitches do not break (but it hurts like the dickens). "Excellent work," he praises the younger hare. "You'll save a life one day, stichin' that fine."
Rahier steps up behind the pair, peeking over at the freshly-stitched wound. "Hmm," he muses, raising a brow. "Good work Mike, jus' like I taughtcha." The pleased tone of his compliment is obvious- he reaches down to pat Mike on the shoulder.
"Doubt it'll be so fine if I'm trying t'save a life, but it'll do, anyway," Mike answers with a bit of a grin. He's still young enough to be proud of his work, eh wot! He plucks up a roll of bandages and unravels it a bit. He presses the end into the buck's paw, lightly, and starts to wrap i- oh! Rahier. He jerks a little, surprised by the sudden voice behind him, and glances back around with yet another grin. "Thanks, sir. I've been practicin' like ya said." He turns his focus back to the bandaging.
Tyree obediently keeps his paw down on the table, letting Micah do with it as he will. Rahier just gets a flick of the ears as Tyree turns to him. "Sah," he says with a salute. "Just 'ad a disaster averted, thanks ta' Micah, sah." A smirk. Was that... a joke? From /Tyree?/ Maybe the blood loss was getting to his head or something.
Micah glances up at Tyree once he's finished, smirking back at the buck. "Islands would've sunk int' the sea, eh?" He snorts.
Rahier's grin becomes quirked. "Disaster, huh?" Yeah, Ty musta lost more blood than he thought. The buck sits down next to Ty, tilting his head. "Whittlin' accident?"
"Somethin' like that," Tyree replies to both Micah and Rahier. Speaking of whittling he desperately wants to ask Rahier if he knows about a certain thing given to a certain someone... but he's not going to let that go public himself. "Recruits thought it'd be funny ta' sneak up on me. Gave 'em a sound cuffin' 'round the ears, I did."
Ewwww. "Didja get blood on 'em?" Micah asks with a grin. He stands up, starting to straighten the mess 'round the cot. "I hope ya got blood on 'em."
Rahier wouldn't know anything about that anyway. Lin lives elswhere. "Don't bleed on 'em t'much, you'll give 'em a complex. Like what Taye has." Heehee. Two kids in one convo. Anyway. "Doin' anythin' tonight, Ty?"
Tyree shakes his head. "With this paw? Nah. Gonna have ta' find some way ta' kill time." At least now he can't go hurt himself some more doing some other mundane activity. He nods sagely to Micah. "I did. Fair scared 'em out of their wits. Heh. Know not ta' pull a prank like that again... on me at least. For a while."
"They'll probably just take it out on some othah recr-.... me," Mike concludes as he settles back on his stool with a small squint. The jerks. "That's all righ'. I'm good at bleedin'," he concludes. And pops back up, going to dispose of the soiled items.
Rahier snerks a little at Mike's comment. But that's all. Ahem. The buck turns his head to Tyree. "Well, listen, s'as good a time as any, I s'pose. Ah.." The buck scratches at his chin, and then grins. "Probably not as formal as y'would like, butcha know me. I wanted t'ask if y'felt like bein' a lieutenant." Raised brow.
"Iffen they do, discplinary action will be swift an' severe," Tyree reminds Micah. "Skilled healer like you shouldn't 'ave ta' put up with that." When Rahier's question comes, Tyree is thankful he's not drinking something. He'd have spewed it all over the place. Instead he makes an odd squeaky kind of noise and seems to choke on... nothing, for a moment. He gapes at the major. "... /Sah,/" he gasps. "You... really? Me? A lieutenant? Buh... jus' like that?"
'Buh'. That's the best reaction ever. Mike can't help but grin as he looks between Rahier and Tyree. "Lemme excuse m'self," the buck offers... and sneaks off. He has healerly duties to attend!
Rahier's face breaks into that familiar grin and he nods. "Well, not /jus'/ like that. S'more like, 'm very impressed with th'way you're shapin' up as a patroller- y'got a good head on your shoulders an' an attention f'duty. I would be happy t'have y'under m'command. Feel y'can work under a healer?"
"Uh..." Tyree blinks rapidly, obviously not having been expecting this in the slightest. He looks down at the ground, back up at the major. "You... you really think so?" he asks. "I... I'm not much of a healer, sah, I... dunno how much help I'd be. I am a Fighter, after all."
Rahier waves a paw. "Patrols s'always full o' different kindsa specializations, makes 'em well rounded. I don't have jus' healers under me." The buck grins. "If y'have reservations, thas' fine. But I'm sure y'wouldn't let me down."
Tyree seems to be flabbergasted. Completely paralyzed. He slowly tries to stand up, but then drops back into his chair. Promoted! What a thought that was. "Sah, I... this is one of my dreams," he whispers. "Ta' be given a... I... well." He runs a paw over his ears. "I mean... how /could/ I refuse?"
Rahier puts his paws onto the cotedge and leans forward a little, his ears up and face on Ty. That smile is still there, as he watches the stages of acceptance. "S'a dream but I think you've earned it," he says. He wasn't just impressed with Ty for no reason. The smile turns to a grin and he extends his paw to the fighter. "Great. Y'start soon as y'can."
Wait. Is he sure about this? Maybe not. People will have to call him sir and everything. When he's used to calling everyone else sir. He gulps as he takes Rahier's paw. Standing as he shakes it, he gets more confident with each pump. "I... thank you. Sah. Major. This is... this is incredible, sah. I 'ave no idea what ta'... do."
Tyree blinks, and pauses mid-shake. "Oh dear. I 'ave no idea what to do."
Wabble wobble wabble. Ty works Rah's paw, but eventually it slows and Rah grins across to the private-turned-officer. "Don't have y'rank pins on hand, y'can come by m'office later an' pick 'em up. Don't worry 'bout that.. you'll settle well into th'role. Y'got th'righ' mindset for it." Being the taskmaster for Rah.
Oh, Tyree will be such a taskmaster. At last, he will have POWER. Fear him, lowly peons! But it's hard to imagine him doing anything but scowling at people, even if the power trip fantasies are really something. His paw hangs in the air whenever the major lets go, and he clears his throat. "I... yes, sah." He stiffens up and salutes. "Will /not/ let you down, sah." Especially not Rahier. Anyone else would hurt his feelings. Knowing he'd let down Rahier would all but break his heart. Not that he'd ever, ever, /ever/ say that out loud.
Rahier laughs a little and returns the salute with precision, not something he usually does. He even puffs out his chest to do it. "Don't let it go t'your head. Y'gotta earn th'respect o' those y'command. You're gonna have a buncha hares underneath ya." He claps Ty on the shoulder. "But 'm sure you'll do fine."
"O' course, sah." Tyree manages a halting, shakey smile. "I will, sah. If you say I will, then... well. I trust your judgement. I'm ready."
Rahier's paw falls. "Well then," he says, and turns. "Les' go have a drink t'celebrate. I'm buyin'." Rah grins, and turns to walk for the door.
"Oh... 'course," Tyree says, still in something of a daze as he follows the good major on out.
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