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[mightymorbid]

[The post opens with the sound of MANY MANY things crashing around, and an oddly angled view of Mozenrath collapsing against what appears to be the back wall of the broom closet comes into view. There are no shelves on the walls above him as there once were, and he's staring fixated at the door somewhere ahead of him, eyes wide. He reaches up to

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[can_has_vodka]

Be right there--[rattle crash thump] Hold tight! Don't you come out until I knock on that door and give you an all-clear!

[She focuses hard on the hall immediately outside his room, expecting the door to be either open or smashed in. She wants a look into the room before she goes ahead with her plan. 'Port in, let them grab her, 'port out about a hundred feet above the deck, and pop back in. She's going to be exhausted after all this bouncing about, but it's Mozenrath.]

[She makes the first jump.]

[can_has_vodka]

Me neither. But better they stitch you up than you bleed out--Mozenrath! Now none of that, if you fall asleep here you'll wake up Death Tolling!

Just keep your eyes open and keep talking to me.

[mightymorbid]

I'm not falling asleep. [That sounds so half-hearted] I just want to --

[keep your eyes open]

I'm supposed -- I'm meant to ask you something.

[can_has_vodka]

Go on then. [She sits down next to him, fussing a little with the rags of her dress.]

[mightymorbid]

Snape was --

[His eyes rolled far back in his head, but he didn't close them. Just barely stopped them.]

He wants me to learn to use a wand. I can't study his magic without a wand.

[can_has_vodka]

[She starts forward, but refrains from grabbing and shaking his shoulder when she sees his eyes open again.]

I see.

Well, I'll tell you what. [She turns to her communicator briefly as it squawks at her.] Keep your eyes open until Dr. Caesares is done with you and we'll see to getting you one.

[And reviving Xerxes. Poor little thing...]

[iam_aghost]

[Caesares is, after receiving her message, quickly down and knocking on the door, trying to ignore the pains in his back.]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady reaches out with her mind only enough to determine it isn't a trick, then pulls back, gets up and hurries to the door, letting the Doctor into a truly Bohemianized old Victorian apartment. She shuts the door quickly behind him, then leads him to the floor beside the couch where Mozenrath is sitting.]

[That done, she backs off, standing by only in case he needs someone to hand off or go for equipment. She plans to see to her own injuries as soon as she knows Mozenrath will make it.]

[iam_aghost]

[Caesares hurried over to take a look at Mozenrath's wounds, quickly checking his pulse and breathing. He didn't even take much stock of his surroundings, just what he needed to do, and quickly set about trying to stem the bleeding enough so he could treat the wound properly,]

Can you hear me, Mozenrath? [He was trying to judge how aware he was of his surroundings, more than strike up a conversation.] I'm a doctor, and I'm here to help you.

[mightymorbid]

[Arkady stepping away is excuse enough for him to shut his eyes for a moment, and he blinks, startled, when he's touched. The most visible wounds he seems to have are on his left arm and a wound in his side, to which he's currently pressing layers of cloth. Seeing Caesares, he looks confused until the word 'doctor' is uttered.]

You're not Martha.

[He doesn't know why he says it. Perhaps because he thinks of her first, not because he had any particular inward demand that only SHE ever examine him. In fact, he probably would have preferred she didn't]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady watched mutely, her face even paler than usual. It made sense to her that he'd be asking for Martha. But at least he did not seem inclined to fight the doctor at all.]

May I get either of you anything?

[iam_aghost]

[He went to the most serious wounds first, holding the cloth against them until he could numb the pain and clean them. He'd start stitching them up very soon, but he needed to talk to Mozenrath a little first.]

Martha's not available at the moment. I can do everything she can, and will treat you with the same respect. I need to stitch up your wounds. This'll sting slightly, but it'll help.

[mightymorbid]

I just don't see a lot of you people.

[He seems to be half-explaining a question that was never asked or remarked upon, but is satisfied with his own answer.]

Whatever you think will work.

[He pulls the rest of his shirt away, the open wounds already indicated are the worst but it looks like they tried to take a few bites in other places. They're just angry and red, or bruising, not bleeding. He had quite a few of them on him for just a minute. The shock of cool air seems to wake him up a lot more, though.]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady winced at the sight of them, but spared Mozenrath any pitying looks. Instead an idea occurred to her: chances were that the makeshift infirmary would run out of supplies before it ran out of patience. With Miki in mind, she went back to her closet to find and tear up every clean cotton T-shirt she owned.]

[iam_aghost]

[Caesares carefully cleaned and treated the most severe wounds to numb them a little, then started stitching them up,] It's alright, I'm keeping going.

[He noticed Arkady disappear, but was concentrating on working on Mozenrath's wounds, so didn't comment further for the minute.] Tell me if I'm hurting you.

[He had other questions, but he wanted to fix the wounds first.]

[mightymorbid]

Oh, I don't think you're going to need me to-- AGH!

[He hisses. So. Being sewn shut hurt. He would remember this if he ever decided to make Mamluks with living people.]