It might be lupus.. -OPEN LOG-
Characters: The Medical Staff (Gungnir flenceburgsbest, open to Ling wind_bells and Snow crownofsnow) and victims of an ant bite or a sting (Sky soras_destiny, Infinity infinitevision, Lotus bird_keeper, Helix neji_tenshi, Drake onyx_drake).
Date/Time: June 6, Morning and onward.
Location: Unnamed Hospital in The Wilderness
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Summary: Despite warnings and evacuation, patients are all ready rolling in with wounds from the slowly increasing horde of ants. Also open to those who wish to visit their sick friends who were almost ant food. D:
He was a very grumpy medic. He managed a few hours sleep before his leg pained him again, and he was finally given those crutches to help move around as he finished up the last batch of antivenom he could make with the ant venom sac he had collected himself. There was enough for now, but if people continued to roll in like this for another few days, his supply would surely run out.
The usual fare came in that he expected: Even if there were only scouts at the moment, a couple of faces had all ready been chomped, one of them somehow still living but only for about thirty minutes or so. There were stings and bites, people coming in bright and early in the morning for straying too far instead of evacuating with immensely swollen arms, legs, or abdomens that needed immediate treatment.
It would probably continue to be this busy until the swarm left. If it ever would...
Date/Time: June 6, Morning and onward.
Location: Unnamed Hospital in The Wilderness
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Summary: Despite warnings and evacuation, patients are all ready rolling in with wounds from the slowly increasing horde of ants. Also open to those who wish to visit their sick friends who were almost ant food. D:
He was a very grumpy medic. He managed a few hours sleep before his leg pained him again, and he was finally given those crutches to help move around as he finished up the last batch of antivenom he could make with the ant venom sac he had collected himself. There was enough for now, but if people continued to roll in like this for another few days, his supply would surely run out.
The usual fare came in that he expected: Even if there were only scouts at the moment, a couple of faces had all ready been chomped, one of them somehow still living but only for about thirty minutes or so. There were stings and bites, people coming in bright and early in the morning for straying too far instead of evacuating with immensely swollen arms, legs, or abdomens that needed immediate treatment.
It would probably continue to be this busy until the swarm left. If it ever would...