03:53 AM

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

When Darklett speaks up again, Zoe leans forward once more. She dips her head in a nod, smiling down at him. "... You get yer rest, lad. Shh, now." She pats him on the shoulder once more and stands, lifting the damp cloth from his forehead and draping it over the edge of the basin. She turns, prepared to leave his bedside.

The door opens as Jarril takes a deep breath and just enters the room, being many hours since he had left last time, the major spent most of his time taking a few naps during the day.  Thoguh in his facial features, it's quite clear that he has something on his mind.  Closing the door behind him he goes and talks to a healer.  "How's the members of my patrol?"  Talking with him for a moment he nods and goes to check on them one by one, keeping away from a certain area of the room for the moment.

Still on the cot that he has been settled down on, Zeraph seems like he could be dead. His one paw has slipped off the side slightly, bandages covering the scratches here, and the sword gashes on the upper part of the other arm. If he had not been cleaned off, blood would be covering the Lieutenant, making him almost unrecognizable, and even with all the healer work done to the buck, this is true. For all the wounds that have been inflicted upon him, unmercifully.

By the time Jarril has entered the room, Zoe has /just/ made it back to her cot. She is sitting on the edge of the cot when she notices him, in the process of unwrapping the bandage at her thigh. With a slight grimace at the sight of her cousin, she considers swinging both legs over the cot to lie down. But then, with a resolute shake of her head, she continues working. /She's/ the Colonel, here...

As Jarril is going around, he's seeing quite a few of his patrol actually in for some injury or another.  Giving some supportive words to those that are awake he finally gets around to Zeraph and shakes his head.  All he does is just stand there and looks at the Lt. for a few moments.

Zeraph doesn't feel the Major's gaze, or do anything. He has really been torn to pieces. This is a fairly accurate assumption. If the bandages that cover half his face were removed, tearing bite marks would be seen.

Shaking his head, Jarril knows that Zeraph is going to be out of his patrol for a long time.  Sighing for a moment he looks up and spots Zoe but moves his head away again and moves over to another cot to check on one of his fighters.

Zoe_Lang's eyes catch with Jarril's in the brief time that he's looking her way, but she resolutely looks away. When she finishes unbanding the leg, she eyes the deep slice with faint distaste. She finally does swing both legs over the edge of the cot, scooting back towards the head of the cot so that she can reach the bedside table. Reaching into the single drawer, she pulls out a needle and stitching thread. She thunks her head back. This will not be fun.

Jarril has slowly gone around all of the hares that he needs to see apart from one.  Pausing at the last one within his patrol the major ponders for a moment and then nods his head.  May as well get it over with quickly and move on with life, demoted back to runner.  Calling his strengths he turns and moves over to where Zoe is and coughs.  "So how are we feeling?"

Zoe_Lang is in the process of threading the needle and then setting it to the edge of rent flesh when Jarril walks up. So maybe she's tending to her own wounds some 24 hours after the fact. At least she's doing it. Without looking up, she sets the curved needle into her flesh. She hisses in her breath, ears flicking back. "... Oh, jus' peachy." Heh.

Jarril sighs as he looks down. "Look, you were ready to drop.  I am just hoping that you're feeling much better than you were before."  Changing the subject.  "Most of your work for taday has been done, there are several reports about the mission last night on ya desk.  Another patrol was sent out and they can't see any vermin about, the camp is just a black mess though that will go eventually."  He pauses and adds.  "I am sorry cousin if I have done something wrong."

Zoe_Lang's ears twitch and her teeth clench. Sewing your own wounds is /not/, I repeat, /not/ recommended. She pulls the needle out, pulling the thread tight and securing the one end before delving the tip into her flesh again. She doesn't look up, for obvious reasons. "... Ya did good work last night, Jar. So - good job. Extend m'thanks t' the rest o' the archahs, wouldja? They did the main work, las' night. We just picked off their leavin's." No mention is made of the earlier happening.

Jarril nods his head.  "I'll pass that on ta them."  He waits silently for a while, just watching that sewing up and bites his lower lip for a moment as he breaks the silence again.  "Funny thing happened taday.  What with cancelling classes, some naps, reading a report on a new leveret that was born last night.  One of Colonel's Jaffren's fightahs, I think ya know the doe."  He moves his paw about on the ground a bit.  "Oh and I kinda found out I have a son."  He coughs and carries on.  "She's in her dorm now though since the infirmary downstairs is full and all, she didn't mind, said her own bed was more comfortable than the cot..."  The major keeps on talking.

Zoe_Lang is doing the routine sewing job without incident - up until Jarril's 'casual' throwing out of the 's word'. Her paw jerks, and she basically stabs herself with the needle. With a 'sssss', her fingers splay, releasing the needle still in her leg. "Bloody damn it...!" She grabs it and plucks it out, not continuing the process for the moment while she looks up at Jarril. Her teeth are gritted against pain and fatigue, which is not helped by the news he's delivered. "... A /son/, Jarril?" Her brow furrows. "A /son/?"

Jarril blinks and decides that perhaps his timing could've been better and he swallows.  "Yes, cousin, a son.  I only found out a few hours ago, just after lunch actually...."  Biting his lip he looks at the colonel for a moment.  "And before ya ask, I am still shocked and confused on the matter.  I don't want to give his name right now though."

"I've nevah even known ya t' /court/ anyone, let alone..." She doesn't finish the sentence, cursing softly under her breath as she returns to the task at paw - sewing up her leg. She shakes her head slowly, keeping her voice low. "... How old's the lad? Is he... ah no, Jarril, jus' tell me he's not in the Patrol." Please? Perdy please?

Looking away, Jarril nods his head.  "He's in my class...  One of the promising runners that I mentioned a few times."  Blinking he turns his head back and shrugs.  "Cousin, look, this is a shock to me, I only found out today, she never told me and it was only once back in Mossflower.  I honestly don't remember what happened.  He's seven seasons old..."

Zoe_Lang's jaw sets in a firm line. She shakes her head slowly and works the last stitch in her leg, pulling it tight and then securing it with a knot. She snips the thread, only then allowing herself to relax back. With a grimace, she tilts her head back toward the ceiling, though her eyes are closed. "Seven seasons old... 'Ell, Jarril."

Jarril nods.  'ell is right....  "Well, I best get going, sort out how I am to father, but bally don't know how at the moment."  He turns to go.  "Sorry if it's bad news but I'll fight any move ta not have him in the patrol.  It's not his fault, he's just as confused as I am right now."  The major is walking away as he speaks and stops.  "I'll see you around cousin.."  The major sounding a bit off and sad as he opens the door.

Zoe_Lang's eyes open as she notices his voice getting further and further away. She bites back a sigh. "... We'll talk more t'morrah." And, with that said, she turns her attention to wrapping her leg back up with the remaining energy she has, before sleep gets the better of her. She doesn't look back up.