3AM - INFIRMARY RAIDifightforOctober 18 2011, 01:22:46 UTC
[The first stop Rinzler made before starting his patrol was the infirmary. He'd had a bad encounter with CES-spawned terrain the previous evening and his usual tactic of "wait for it to stop bleeding; business as usual" had not proven effective in the case of his slashed-up hands. Hopefully someone would be in at this hour and able to do something about the fact he was still sluggish bleeding on ... everything.]
Re: 3AM - INFIRMARY RAID - you can has two of my fellas. :D iam_aghostOctober 18 2011, 08:48:50 UTC
Caesares was both awake and in, and upon seeing Rinzler - who was hard to mistake at any rate - come in, he got to his feet and walked over. "Can I help you, Mr Rinzler?"
[Rinzler had been quietly examining the various medical supplies as he worked his gloves off; his attention snapped to Caesares as the doctor spoke up.
Silently, he held out his hands; the palms were slashed deep all across their width, ill-healed and still bleeding. He'd tried climbing something he shouldn't have.]
[Caesares looks at his hands and nods, for a moment almost mirroring Rinzler's silence. It was a little infectious.]
"Sit down, Mr Rinzler, and I'll be with you in a few moments." [He waved at the nearest empty bed, and disappeared for five seconds to get his suture kit, asking, as he returned,]
[He perches at the end of the bed, looking not entirely settled there, as if he's ready to bolt at any sign of danger. Caesares' reappearance draws all his attention.]
Terrain. Climbed.
[There's still flecks of black rock in his flesh, broken off in the wounds here and there. Volcanic terrain was unkind.]
[Caesares took his hand in his own and looked at the wounds carefully, then selected a pair of tweezers to remove the stray pieces of rock,]
Didn't end well, I take it? [He looked up from the hand for a moment,] This'll sting a little, don't worry about it. [He then carefully started taking the pieces of rocks out, cleaning along the wound as he went.]
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Silently, he held out his hands; the palms were slashed deep all across their width, ill-healed and still bleeding. He'd tried climbing something he shouldn't have.]
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"Sit down, Mr Rinzler, and I'll be with you in a few moments." [He waved at the nearest empty bed, and disappeared for five seconds to get his suture kit, asking, as he returned,]
"How did you do that?"
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Terrain. Climbed.
[There's still flecks of black rock in his flesh, broken off in the wounds here and there. Volcanic terrain was unkind.]
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Didn't end well, I take it? [He looked up from the hand for a moment,] This'll sting a little, don't worry about it. [He then carefully started taking the pieces of rocks out, cleaning along the wound as he went.]
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