Look! It's a doctor!

[shabazzjunior]

*having gathered what medical supplies he could find, Joe has set up a makeshift treatment center and, arms full of bandages, announces;*

I can't help noticing the mansion seems to have exploded, and that kind of thing usually doesn't happen without a few people getting hurt. If you need help, you can come to me. Any other doctors around here, if

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[trusty_sidekick]

I'm here to offer my services as well. These circumstances certainly remind me more of Afghanistan than any I had hoped to see again.

[shabazzjunior]

Thank you. Looks like there's going to be a lot to do.

[sixpearls]

*would he mind a slightly battered Mary? she's not hurt, just awfully sooty and rather dishevelled, with her hair all down and her dress a little torn* James!

[trusty_sidekick]

Mary! *takes one look at her and rushes over* Are you injured? Let me look at you.

[somany_stars]

*hasn't found Arthur yet, and is starting to panic, thankyouverymuch* Have you seen a guy? He's the same height as me, got his arm in a bandage. He's stupid. I can't find him.

[shabazzjunior]

Sorry, but no. If I see him, do you want me to let him know you're looking for him?

[somany_stars]

Yeah. Yeah. Tell him I want him. Tell him I'm going to kill him.

[shabazzjunior]

*would be amused if not for Perry's obvious distress* Who should I tell him is planning his gruesome death?

[longuecarabine]

Hawkeye wanders over, he doesn't really trust doctors, but...

"I ain't no leech, but I've made a bit of a shelter," he gestures behinds him at a lean-to made of rubble and various bits of mansion, "and I figger you're prob'ly more in need of it than I."

After all, injured people can't run from wolves.

[shabazzjunior]

Well, there's an idea. *gives a quick, businesslike smile -- grateful, but without much time to elaborate* Thanks. Where is it?

[longuecarabine]

He makes a gesture to be followed. "It's over here." He leads the way to the lean-to, wincing a little at walking over the rubble--it's times like these one needs boots instead of moccasins.

The lean-to (for lack of a better word) is a bit crude but sturdily made. He's used to making these, to protect against the Hurons and the French.

[shabazzjunior]

*Joe looks the lean-to over and nods* That's good. Thank you. -- I'll move my supplies over here, if you don't mind. If you see anybody who looks injured, can you send them to me?

[abigqueen]

*--and for some reason Arthur surfaces here, limping, scratched, and still wearing his glasses even though they're horribly cracked* Do you mind if I sit here? *sits down on the ground, tiredly, before there's an answer; he's not terribly hurt from the explosion, but he's missing the bandage from his arm and the bite wounds have started to bleed rather profusely again*

[shabazzjunior]

*gently, but firmly, and without bothering to ask permission, sets about examining Arthur's arm* This doesn't look like anything that would have happened today. Something bite you?

[abigqueen]

A dog--two dogs. Yesterday. *takes off his glasses with the other hand, because they aren't doing him much good* I fell, twisted up my ankle, and it got opened again. I lost my bandage.

[shabazzjunior]

Ouch. -- Which reminds me, I think you might be the one I'm supposed to be on the lookout for. Your husband's looking for you and he's going to kill you. That sound familiar?

[onlymary]

Mr. Abernathy might see what looks to be a large black rat bounding towards him; but if he so happens to blink, he will find that there is no rat, but only a young girl. Frantic and a little worse for the wear, perhaps, but a young girl all the same.

"Are you a doctor? There's a man, he's terribly hurt--he might be dying--!"

[shabazzjunior]

Where is he?

[onlymary]

I can take you to him.

[shabazzjunior]

*nods, throwing whatever he can think of that might be useful into a bag* Okay. Let's go.