11:45 PM

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

As always when one of the speckled brothers is confined to the infirm, there is always at least one more of them, keeping him company. There's enough of them that there's always at least one free to sit watch, and right now it's Kim's turn to watch over Dandelion. The little leveret is sitting on the floor next to Dandelion's bed, completely enraptured by a set of building blocks while Dandelion rests, head wrapped in bandages.

As quietly as possible, Jarril sneaks into the infirmary as he closes the door behind hium without making a single sound and makes his way over to the wall while giving a silent nod to one of the healers on duty in the room.  With a parchment in his paw, the hare makes his way over to where the part has notices up and gently places the parchment on a table beside him.

The door opens again shortly after Jarril's entrance and Quinten walks in carrying a laden tray of food, he begins to make his way quietly over to Dandelion's bed, looks like he's been caught and sent up with food for the "yet again" injured Dande.

Slowly but surely, Jarril finds what he is after and pauses reading the notice on the board, the old names from the recruit healer training times and smiles.  Carefully taking it off the wall, the hare looks at it and pauses on the name Harper as he runs a claw over the name.  Lowering his ears, the hare ponders to himself, just standing there, looking at the name.

Dandelion opens his eyes to peer at Quinten. He looks quite a sight with his head from the eyebrows and up wrapped in bandages, and with bandages and padding around his broken nose too. His neck and large parts of his upper body are bandaged too, albeit lighter, against the many scratches he got. "Hey." he says, weakly, raising a paw.

Quinten smiles and sets the tray down, "hey there Dande, heard you got in another scrape." he winks at his friend and perches on the edge of the bed, a sideways glance going to the Major, "Got asked to bring you up a tray of nourishing gruel."

Jarril gives a small nod of the head as he rolls up the old scroll carefully, placing it down on the small table as he reaches over to pick up the new one, unravelling it.  On the scroll is the names of the new recruits that are about to start their training for the first time in a few days time.  Carefully he attaches it to the wall and gives it one more look before turning around, walking over to one of the healers in the room, beginning quiet conversation.

Dandelion smiles weakly. "Gonna have to learn to use a cudgel... Damned effective, wot." He fingers the bandages over his nose gingerly, and then spots Jarril, performing a weak salute. "Sah." His movements are still slow and somewhat imprecise, and he appears to have a spot of trouble focusing his eyes.

Quinten pats Dande's free paw lightly, "Hey no, no saluting you are off duty ok." he sets the tray down and uncovers the large bowl of thick porridge, he fills a spoon and eyes dande. "Am i going to have to feed this to you?" he chuckles, "You are a one for getting in trouble, worse then me."

Not seeing the salute, Jarril is busy in conversation with the other hare in the room, nodding his head a few times in turn.  "Well, don't think they be any trouble, they're new but they've gone through basic techniques in school, but they've come of age for the actual training.  Think ya can find someone available though for the first day."  The hare runs a paw around the back of his neck.  "Trying ta find someone experienced in their field so that the new recruits can have the talk and see if it's what they really want ta do.  Some haven't decided yet really..."

Dandelion nods slowly, and rests his hands by his sides. "You'll have to... Can't aim a spoon even. Bit of a blow..." He grins. "Wasn't my fault, y'know... Sarge always wants to be in the thick of it, wot..."

Quinten chuckles, "Well that is Sargeants for you Dande, always running into the middle of things without backup." he aims the spoon at Dande's mouth and pops it in. The gruel is quite thick and sweet with honey. "Just take our our Lt. he is always in the middle of it."

Those words the major does catch and his ears flatten against the back of his head for a brief moment until he's perked them up again as he nods his head to what the other hare has said and follows.  Sitting down on a stool, he waits as the healer goes and gets a beaker of medicine, something that the major has had to get used to since his eye injury.  Reaching for the beaker, he just swigs it down without any hesitation.

Obediently swallowing the gruel, Dandelion then begins to turn his head to look around, but is stopped by an onset of vertigo. He returns his head to the neutral position, complaining, "I can't see if the rest of the squad's here..."

Quinten smiles, "I do not know who else I am looking out for, who should be here Dande?" he has forgotten about the Major as he ladels Dande more of the nourishing, warm porridge.

Getting back up, Jarril nods again as he mutters.  "Thanks."  Turning around, he begins to head back to where he left the old scroll on the table and picks it up again in thought.  Nodding his head, he makes for the door, slipping out again without a word.