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[day 44] infirmary: attn biro, marran, others [f]

Oct 25, 2007 22:56

Halling sat, exhausted, on the floor in the infirmary. He'd been saying prayers over the dead for what felt like days now. So many -- too many -- had died. Wraith feedings, injuries, starving while stranded and unable to find help. It was a horror the like of which he had never seen in his life.

( Cullings on Athos had never been like this. )

location: infirmary, character: marran indala, character: halling taragellan, character: pat biro, day 44

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docbiro October 26 2007, 06:17:04 UTC

Pat lifted her head from the desk, annoyed at herself for falling asleep again. As she shook off her sleepiness, she realised with a start that she was warm, excessively so. Glancing around, she saw patients and healers likewise huddled in blankets or warm sweaters.

She frowned. Ill? She shook her head slightly as she tried to do a self-assessment ... then her thoughts stuttered to a stop. Oh my, she giggled. It had happened already, a little bit, here and there, but nothing quite so strong as this time. Nothing quite so obvious.

Menopause. I'm not half-frozen because I'm getting too damn old!, she thought, still giggling.

athosianhalling October 27 2007, 06:32:01 UTC

Gathering his energy, Halling rose to his feet. Food. He had not yet eaten today and it was already late in the morning -- or at least he had been up for many hours. But first, he had to know if there were others. Moving slowly in the chill air, he walked to the healer's office. Dr. Biro was there, looking exhausted.

"Dr. Biro," he said. "Forgive me for interrupting. Have any more survivors or bodies been found?" He hoped that there were more survivors. More bodies would be too much right now.

docbiro October 27 2007, 13:58:36 UTC

Pat looked at the tall man standing near her, stifling her giggles. He looked as drained as she felt. She shook her head. "No more bodies that I know of," Pat said. "Two more expedition members showed up a few hours ago. They had some bruises and scrapes, but were in pretty good condition. Mostly needed water and food, so I sent them off to the mess."

She eyed the Athosian before her. "Just as you need to do, Halling," she smiled. "Please, go eat. Marran chased me out of here yesterday and wouldn't let me back in until I had something to eat." She handed him a portable medikit. "While I was out, I even stitched up someone's head, so it's not like I was slacking off. Bring this with you, in case someone needs it. Otherwise? Eat. And drink. And don't come back again until your stomach is actually full."

athosianhalling October 28 2007, 03:10:33 UTC

Halling nodded. Yes, he definitely needed to eat. "I will," he said, touching the healer's elbow, "if you do as well. You are looking too close to the edge today and I am sure you need more time away from this place of death. Come with me and we shall find food and a little time in the clean air."

docbiro October 28 2007, 22:41:27 UTC

Pat quirked an eyebrow at the tall Athosian. In other circumstances, she might tease him about inviting her on a date, but she knew he still grieved the loss of David profoundly.

Instead, she nodded. "Thank you," she said, her smile matching her words. She stood, following the man, amazed at his strength and quiet dignity.