023 [audio] backdated to evening, Oct 21

[tanvirus]

Wolf's dead.

[Probably safe to assume it attacked other people. Those people will probably like to know the problem has been taken care of.

He'll just limp back to his room now, and tend to a couple bruises.]

[OOC: Tan has locked Bennett in Carnival! You are now free to move about the ship.]

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[gunsandhonor]

mhy fhuckin hero

[tanvirus]

Your typing's shit. Worse than mine.

[Wait.]

...You alright?

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[gunsandhonor]

haahahah

chiew toyu

[Translation: Oh, well, I'm conscious enough to try and type, but there's a couple chunks missing out of me. I was a chew toy for a while.]

[tanvirus]

[.....]

Shit.

Where are you?

[Your fucking hero will come save you again if you need it, Gavin!]

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[gunsandhonor]

m yroom

[He's got the leg wound taken care of, but not much else at the moment.]

[tanvirus]

Okay. Okay, I--

[Shit. He doesn't know where Gavin's room is.]

Where? And do you need anything?

[PLEASE give the man something to do.]

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[gunsandhonor]

[Hold on, he needs to think about this.]

7350 ono six on six

aspirin ?

[tanvirus]

On my way.

[He just needs to dig through his bathroom for--no, actually, if Gavin was a chew toy, aspirin's probably a bad thing. It's a blood thinner, right? Shit, shit he's got...he's got...there, tylenol. That'll work, right?

At least it's not far to Gavin's room from his. A few minutes later, and Tan is there, rapping on the door.]

Gav? You in there?

[gunsandhonor]

[He's there, as evidenced by the grunt from behind the door. It's open.

The room's occupant can be found in the bathroom, attempting to re-secure a bandage on his bad leg. With one hand. The other is covered in blood from the bite taken out of his shoulder. He's torn the leg off his pants, in the appropriate location, and is using that as the bandage.]

[tanvirus]

[Alright, then, he'll just let himself in and take a peek into the bathroo--oh holy shit.]

Shit! Sit down, will you? Lemme take care of that.

[Fuuuuuck that looks bad.]

[gunsandhonor]

[It takes him a second longer than it should to recognize and register the voice. He blinks a few times, before nodding, and sinking down to the floor.

A nice chunk is missing from his shoulder, but the leg appears to have only a few deep puncture wounds from the bite. However... the entirety of the limb is covered in scars - skin grafts carefully, surgical incisions. Twin scars run from ankle to knee, and knee to hip, puckered, shiny. Another, this one in a long S-shape, cover his knee.]

Really are a fuckin' hero...

[He says, somewhat groggy.]

[tanvirus]

[He's seen scars before--hell, he's got plenty himself--so he's able to ignore them and focus on the BLEEDING PARTS.]

No fucking hero. It came after me, I defended myself. ...Shit, it really did use you for a chew toy.

[And Tan doesn't like the unfocused way Gavin is talking. He wraps Gavin's leg as best he can (much better two handed than one handed), but those probably need to be packed or stitched or something, and he doesn't know how to do that. And the shoulder? The shoulder looks worse.]

Wait here. One sec, okay?

[Please don't pass out while he runs to the bed and rips a sheet off it. It'll make a good in-a-pinch bandage. It takes some doing to tear it, but--there it goes. Tan's back, folding the ripped chunks of sheet into a...well it's not a neat square, but he tried.]

You need the infirmary, Gav. Bad.

[gunsandhonor]

Better than I did.

[He flinches and swears when Tanvir starts bandaging the leg. It's hard to hold still, harder to focus, but damn if he doesn't give it his all.]

Yeah. One sec.

[Some stubborn old part of him refuses to pass out. He focuses on how much everything hurts instead. When Tanvir returns he focuses on him instead, shaking his head slightly.]

Couldn't walk there. Only got this far. Bad to begin with but... hell...

[Pause.]

Hate wolves.

[tanvirus]

[He's just going to hold the cloth against Gavin's shoulder. He's not actually sure what to do with it beyond this point. Dammit, Gavin, he's a bouncer, not a doctor!]

You and me both, friend. Little furry bastards.

[Oh, hey, he just remembered.]

Here.

[Tan pulls the Tylenol out of his pocket and hands it over.]

This might take the edge off. [Hopefully.] This you can make it to the infirmary if I help you out?

[gunsandhonor]

[Aren't you supposed to be a doctor not a milkman? He looks confused for a second before he accepts the painkiller, taking it dry.]

Thanks.

[There's a moment's consideration. Can he? His other leg works. Tanvir has two legs. It should work.]

Yeah. Yeah... probably.

[tanvirus]

[He's a doctor, not a--ah, whatever.]

Arright. Let's get you up.

[Tan tucks his arm under Gavin's good one, and starts to help him up. The more of Gavin's weight on him the better.]