12:46 AM

Flaxpaw flicks an irritable ear at Furgo, but remains polite. "Thank you for your concern, sah. I c'n look after him, though."

"STOP TALKING!" Mars shouts suddenly at Furgo, half-getting up. He is not so polite. Then, as if drained, the March hare plops back into his seat and staring at his scuffed hands as if seeing them for the first time. Idly rubbing what little blood there is on the chair, he groans. "I'm feelin' irate..." Way to go, Sir State-the-Obvious-Alot. Setting his bruised forehead on the table, he stares blankly down. "Ergh. Need m' bone. Need ta whittle. Need ta...run away. Latramella fleyam." It sounds like gibberish.

Flaxpaw's ears seem to wave the mouse away as she crouches next to the other hare, eyes on his paws. "Sah? she asks softly, forgettin the whole don't call me sah thing. "c'n I help you? please? your paws're in need of badaging...."

Marsuvees simply keeps muttering, his eyes glazing over. "Sal kel maltrees, layam latramella nightmares." Then, jerking forward, he grips an earring on his ear and pulls his ear down for a moment. Then, letting it pop back up, he focuses on Flaxpaw. "No. I'm......fine. Dried blood. Don't worry." Clearing his throat, he smiles. "Bu'...thanks. No, I'm jus' gonna rest a bit." Slumping over the small table, he clenches his jaw as he goes listless. After a minute, he still hasn't moved and his eyes only follow the grain of the wood.

Flaxpaw looks at Mars, really worried, and then casts a glance at Furgo out of the corner of her eye, considering asking for help. Finally she just sits near the march hare, kinda lost dibbun look on her facee as she tries to think what to do.

Marsuvees finally appears to pass out, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body slumps over the table completely. He sounds content as he sighs. Slowly, his head lolls to the side, but his eyelids remain open. Nothing but eye-whites.

Two other hares are walking down the stairs, Major Jarril and one of his runners Swiftpaw.  They're busy talking to each other as Jarril replies back.  "We have ta schedule a patrol tomorrow, get some woodland practise in, speaking of which, need ta report ta our hideout as well at some point.  Ya be acting as second since Zeraph's still at the mountain."  He stops and looks about the room before dismissing Swiftpaw.

Flaxpaw catches sight of Jarril with a look of relief. She can ask /him/ for help. She almost forgets to blush as she stands and salutes quickly, then makes her way over to him, slightly frantic look on her face. "Sah, please, come over here...Marsuvees...." she points. must be really worried as she's hardly blushing and there's no stammer at all.

Happy singing preceeds Shalina's coming up the stairs from the dormitories downstairs. She's sauntering up the stairs, a bucket and mop in her hands, and singing a sailor's shanty rather loudly, taking a little dance step every now and then as she heads towards the kitchen.

Jarril just blinks at Flaxpaw for a moment and walks right past her on his way over to where Marsuvees is and bends down, lifting the bucks head up a bit and staring for a moment.  Gently placing it back down again he faces Flaxpaw with a slight frown.  "Why isn't he being seen by a healah?"

Furgo says, speaking up, "He just went unconscious."

Marsuvees shifts slightly in his seat, staring unseeing around. Muttering in his delirium, he slumps a little more off his chair after his head is given back to him. Other than the fact he's passed out, he seems perfectly all right.

Flaxpaw has trailed Jarril and looks down at Mars then at the floor. "Well, sah, he just passed out as the brother said. an, sah? he, uh, didn't want to go to th'infirmary. Didn't know wot t'do. He says he's just tired, but, I don't think that's all...."

Furgo says, "Ermmm...actually, I'm not a brother yet, I'm merely a novice."

Shalina set down her bucket and mop, and stops singing. "Oi, wha's goin' on?" she asks, the smile fading from her face.

Jarril moves his head back to look at Marsuvees and nods his head while placing his paws behind his back.  "Oh did he?"  Shaking his head slowly.  "Not on, not on at all, wot.  Ah well, he can try and complain ta me.  Flax, I ordah ya ta take him ta the infirmary, he can go through the full checkup that the healah's here wish ta do with him."

Flaxpaw nods to Jarril, smiling at him a little. "Yes, sah. Thank you." She doesn't really notice either Shalina or Furgo, rather intent on her officer and the passed out hare. She hesitates for a moment, then leans down to try to lift Mars, maybe not a good idea on her own...

Marsuvees grunts slightly, his head rolling to the side. He's heavy though, and it's doubtful she can lift him. His eyes roll forward for a moment, glance blearly around, then roll back. The hare's quite out of it.

Shalina steps up to the hares, looking down at Marsuvees, curiously. "Wha's wrong wi' 'im?" she asks.

Darkmane slowly steps into the hall from the stairs as he looks around while yawning widely

Jarril shrugs back.  "I haven't a clue, he needs ta be checked anyways.  Can ya help Flax in taking him up there."  He gives a look to Flaxpaw.

Flaxpaw hustles to get Mars up, looking over at Shalina. "c'n you take his other side? need to balance him..."

Marsuvees jerks slightly, his eyes finally rolling back into place, his muscles clenching as he moves to grip the closest thing...which happens to be Flaxpaw. His eyes are wide and his breaths are short and labored. Then, he simply calms down, slumping forward again.

Shalina bends down to help pick up the hare. "Wha's 'e doin' on th' floor? I 'ave cleanin' t' do..." she complains.

Darkmane smirks slightly at the sight before him and cocks his head to the left "anything i can do to help?"

Flaxpaw looks at Darkmane gratefully, choosing to ignore the cleaning comment as the majah /is/ standing here. "Need to get this hare to th'infirmary, sah. C'n you help?" She looks at Mars' paw and gets a better grip on him.

Shalina peers down at Marsuvees, suspiciously. "Wha's wrong wi' 'im anyway?"

Darkmane muses "Wouldn't it be simplest if i carried him myself, would save me having to stay bended over" looks down at Mars with a single brow raised before kneeling beside him "your company would be appriciated tho since you know more of the situation then me so could explain it to the healers"

Shalina frowns, stepping back, making like wiping her paws on her skirts. "I hope it's no' contagious..." she mutters.

Marsuvees seems to go into a deeper sleep, his eyelids closing and his breath deepening. His face relaxes, so he doesn't seem so intense anymore.

Jarril nods his head.  "Well, just as long as he gets up there.  I have ta get going again."  The major heading off again with his duties.