Recovering (A Long Patrol and Halyard log) 3-31-2016
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Halyard Clinic
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The clinic has certainly seen better days. Furnished in utilitarian chairs
with a simple military table laid out in front of the doorway inside, it's
certainly not much to look at with the white painted wood panel walls. The
floor looks to be of a similar material but left unfinished save for a coat
of clear varnish that looks like it needs a new coat sometime soon. A small
portable space heater fueled by wood sits by the waiting room chairs and a
coat hanger sits in the corner by the door for patients to use.
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Visible Exits:
[O]ut to Street
Hares: Flint, male. Felicity 'Lissie', female.
Flint is laying on one of the cots. He is being tended to by healers who check his shoulder as well as his wrists and paws. His wrists have rope lines on them and he has a couple fingers on each paw that has cuts on them from using a broken brick to cut through ropes. He also has some smoke smell to him, but luckily he avoided any serious burns. He did breath in some of the smoke and the heat made him ill, other wise he should recover fairly well.
Felicity is sitting in a nearby chair, anxiously watching the Healers do their thing. She is gently (and absently) rubbing her right side, where she got hit by Tska's sword. She also has some bruises and more minor cuts, but the wound on her side is the biggest issue. But she ignores it, instead focused on her uncle. "Is....is 'e gonna be alright?" She asks huskily.
A healer shrugs they seem unsure, just as the healer is about to speak a groan is heard and light green eyes open slowly to focus on the other hare. Flint is awake after being unconscious for hours.
"Uncle Flint!" Lissie stands up and takes a step, then gasps as waves of pain spread from her wound. Limping, she stumbles over to his bedside and goes to hold his paw. "Uncle Flint! Oh, I'm so 'appy you're awake, I've been so worried!" She smiles and goes to gently rest her paw on his cheek as a tear trickles down her own.
Flint looks up at her and coughs roughly, he tries to speak but nothing really comes out sounding like words...more like coughs and gags and he frowns at this. The healers finish checking on his wounds and let the two have some time. But a healer does stay close in case needed.
Felicity shakes her head and goes to stroke his head. "Sssh, it's alright, y'don't need to talk. Ye'll be alright in a few days. Do y'think ye can walk? If not, then that's okay." Her wound (which was very large but not too deep) was bandaged yesterday, even though she insisted that she was fine (even though she was bleeding beautifully). She gives him her most reassuring smile, glad to have him rescued, safe and relatively sound.
Flint goes to shrug and then tenses up in pain as it seems fire like pain shoots down his arm, his shoulder had been knocked out of place and then put back in place so it's a bit painful and the claw marks didn't help much either. He mouths the word...-where-.
Felicity sees the wince and gestures for him to stay laying down. "Oh, please don't 'urt yerself worse!" She gets him some water after seeing what his question is and says, "We're in the 'Alyard Clinic. 'Ere, 'ave a drink. These 'ere 'Ealers took really good care of you."
Flint nods again and once the water is gotten he takes a few gulps and coughs again. "Glad...you ok..." He gets out just barely.
Felicity shrugs and decides to not tell him about the huge cut on her side. "I'm just glad that I was able to 'elp you. Take it easy; ye'll probably be fit to travel back to the Mountain in a few days, wot!" And that'll give her some time to get a little better, too, but she refrains from saying that.
Flint says, "Yeah..." He says and coughs, "Foul...furless creatures"
Felicity nods. "Aye, dumb lizahds. But we showed 'em. I'm....I'm glad I got to ye in time," she adds earnestly, wanting him to know that she was worried and missed him, but not sure fi she should say it.
Flint frowns "Sorry...worried ya, Felicity" He coughs again as he speaks, hurts to talk somewhat as he shakes his head, he decides not to ask how long he was missing.
The haremaid just smiles and shakes her head. "It's not your fault, Uncle Flint. 'Ow were ye to know that ye were gonna get captured? An' ye were rescued in about a week. There's nothin' for ye to be sorry for." Compared to the last time he was missing, this was nothing.
Flint sighs, he did not plan to really help the fox, but he did and cause of it he is gone a week. He frowns disliking worrying any hare but it's true as last time he went missing it was for like...2-3 seasons and some had already assumed him dead.
Felicity goes to hold his paw and sits there quietly for a little while. Finally she says, "Are ya 'ungry? They 'ave vegetable soup 'ere."
Flint smiles, "Sounds...lovely." He says as he has not had much good food for this whole week. He had food and water but not much.
And so she gets both of them some soup. Some nice, big servings of yummy vegetable soup.
Thanks for reading! :)
They made it safely home on Saturday, April 2nd, 2016 :D
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