RP log ~ Hugo
In which Hugo and Cecile discuss the infirmary. *sigh*
Hugo: *glomps Cecile*
Cecile: *armorlessly glomps Hugo!*
Hugo: Hi Cecile!
Cecile: *looks up and returns the smile~*
Hugo: *fidgets*
Cecile: *blinks* ...Is something wrong? *breaks away from the glomp*
Hugo: I ... just ... I don't know.
Cecile: Do you want to talk about it? *looks around for a chair*
Hugo: *rubs his eyes* I don't know how much more of this I can take.
Cecile: *small nod, finding a chair and pushing it over* Perhaps it is time to hand over your job to someone else for a while.
Hugo: *shakes his head.* No, I can't. Not until this is over. *ignores the chair*
Cecile: When I overworked myself last year, Sir Hugo, I got very, very sick. *lowers her voice* I don't want the infirmary to have another patient.
Hugo: There isn't room for any more patients, unless we start hanging people from the ceiling. *weak smile*
Cecile: Then I will move one of the healthier ones from bed and give it to you. Either that or give them my bed, since I sleep outdoors most of the time anyway.
Hugo: I don't mind sleeping in the corner on the floor. I'm used to worse.
Cecile: *shakes her head* I won't allow you to. We will switch places if needs be. I can clean linens, help wash patients, and tidy up.
Hugo: But I can't patrol ... well, I mean I can, but I probably won't be much good if something happens.
Cecile: *wistful smile* ...Usually, nothing happens while I patrol, now that Luca is in the infirmary. Even before then, it has always been rather uneventful.
Hugo: I think what I really need is for Fred ... err ... whatever is possesssing him to be stopped and for Colton's trial to be over.
Cecile: *nods* Then we can all breathe easily. I wonder though...Sir Fred must be growing bored, especially if he is hurting the same group of people.
Hugo: Let's just hope he doesn't move on to another group.
Cecile: ...Do you think Sir Fred's weak spot is his stomach? Every time he attacks someone his killing blow is to the stomach.
Hugo: I don't think so. I think he just wants to mess with people. Stomach wounds do things to you ... and they bleed. A lot.
Cecile: ...*after a long pause she looks back up* Is Sir Sid okay? And how is Sir Futch?
Hugo: *sighs* Futch won't eat. I keep making him sandwiches but ... and Sid? He was doing fine until Fred got into the infirmary last night.
Cecile: *swallows, obviously upset* He was so close to healing completely. And Sir Futch--I am worried about him!
Hugo: *rests a comforting hand on Cecile's shoulder.* Sid will be fine, given some more time. And Eike's going to order a proper bed for him.
Cecile: *nods slowly, growing a bit more confident* But Luca must be almost well by now, right? He's been there the longest, even though his wounds were most serious.
Hugo: Mathiu will have to check on him from now on though.
Cecile: Why? *tilts her head*
Hugo: *frowns* He doesn't like me, and he won't let me look at him.
Cecile: What?! But--but he said he'd cooperate more!! Can't you just...preoccupy him?
Hugo: With how much he doesn't like me. *shakes his head.* I don't know. I try. He doesn't want to eat what I give him, and he broke one of Mamie's soup bowls when I brought him soup.
Cecile: *exasperated sigh* I thought he was improving.... If you can keep him talking, it's easier! Surely he does not hate you as much as you say!
Hugo: *raises an eyebrow* I had to bring out the restraints to finally get him to agree to let me check his stomach the other day. He really doesn't like me.
Cecile: *furrows her brow* ...I will try to speak with him then and talk some sense into him. He has no reason to hate you; he barely even knows you.
Hugo: Well, he doesn't want to get to know me either. He can't wait until he's out of here and doesn't have to see me ever again. *pauses* Those are his words, not mine. Although, I'm not going to lie - I think I'll be glad once he's gone.
Cecile: I agree with you. I am tired of his lack of respect for you. Had it not been for you, I think he would have died. I cannot stitch people up...you are far braver than I.
Hugo: We are both brave, and that's all that matters Cecile. Don't bother talking to him about it.
Cecile: *starts to say something, then nods* ...You are probably right. I won't worry about it.