(Untitled)

[dragon_radiance]

Characters: Flynn and Anders
Location: Clinic
Rating: G?
Time: January 15
Description:  A mage and a not-Templar have a conversation

Comments

[medicus_sanctum]

[ Anders wasn't swamped like he usually was back home - not enough poverty in Death City to warrant that level of poor health - but he was well into a working rhythm, changing bandages, seeing to minor coughs and injuries, and making sure things were stocked properly.

One side-effect of his strong work ethic, however, was his tendency to become utterly obvious to anything not directly related to healing. So when Flynn came in, Anders only registered a brief flicker of recognition before addressing his potential new patient. ]

Yes? [ He took in the crudely wrapped arm with a brief frown, but a lack of bleed-through and Flynn's general demeanor made it very clear that it wasn't a serious injury. ] Are you in need of a healer? [ The clinic wasn't busy enough that Anders couldn't tend to such minor wounds, but there had been more than a few patients who were capable of tending to themselves. Probably a side-effect of a fighting-based city. ]

[dragon_radiance]

Oh! I just need someone to take a quick look when they have a chance, it's nothing too deep.

[He unwraps the wound, and while it's small it's a little on the deep side... still, it's clean if nothing else, just a common blade-play gash from a missed block in a spar. It was still oozing blood, but the flow was mostly stopped.]

Roy insisted I get it checked just in case.

[medicus_sanctum]

Well, I've certainly got a moment or two to spare. [ Anders wastes no time in examining the wound, taking hold of Flynn's forearm with a gentle, practiced grip. As he'd suspected, the wound isn't anything serious - it would probably heal over on its own, but a few stitches would reduce the chance of infection and scarring. A nice, clean cut, as far as such things went, and Anders had seen enough to appreciate an easy wound.

He was already mentally assembling the tools he would need - working without magic was time consuming was entirely doable, especially with so well-stocked a clinic - when Flynn spoke up again. ] Good call; this is hardly serious but it never hurts to be-

[ Wait, Anders knew that name. Anders knew that patient - he was the too-young 'Watch' commander who'd greeted him his first day. Some croney of Mustang's, no doubt. Anders' ingrained suspicion of authority - especially self-appointed authority - made his eyes narrow carefully at Flynn's still-calm face. ]

You're that Watch boy I spoke with earlier, aren't you?

[dragon_radiance]

[The word 'boy' made him bristle, but that slight hand movement made him straighten up, eyes sharp and professional. He had been around fighters long enough to know a unconscious weapon grasp when he saw it. Flynn had seen Anders' conversation with Roy about him- being looked down on for his age was nothing new to him. But that grasp made him wonder if something deeper was going on here, and his instincts were reacting with more cold aggression then he knew he should.]

Yes, I'm Flynn. I'm glad to see you've settled in.