You're healing him AGAIN?
Ongoing Scene
Characters: Erol & Glaukir [closed]
Location: Glowqueer's room
Date: NAO
Rating: Uh I'm thinking R. It's EROL. OK so more like PG-13, this time.
Erol had been cautious on his way to Glaukir's quarters. Despite his bravado, he did not particularly feel up to meeting one of the many, many people out for his head before his ribs were fixed. Preferably not until he had a new arm - flesh or metal, didn't matter - but definitely not before he was healed up otherwise.
He'd gone with the pain of his mangled stump of an arm and broken ribs, without pain medication, antibiotics or even caffiene for three days, and it was starting to get rather old. The first thing he REALLY wanted was a Mar-damned cup of coffee, but he knew he had to get healed first. His injuries had waited entirely too long already, and he knew he was in bad shape.
Checking the corridor first, he stiffly limped to Glaukir's door and knocked by kicking the base twice.