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[onlyendinpeace]

Characters: Combeferre and YOU, i.e. anyone who might want to visit him or needs to be patched up at all in the infirmary :’|
Location: The infirmary
Time: Anytime during the day, he’s not yet teaching any classes.
Content: Come and distract the nice French man with your maladies and bruises. BE TEENAGERS, TEENAGERS. Get into fights or something.

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[firstlaugh]

[flying in a straight line had been a problem. As had the raging headache she'd been moaning about for the past hour. The awful confusion when she accidentally wandered in to someone else's dorm room was pretty frustrating too.]

[But being sick just takes the biscuit. Nobody makes Tink throw up her own lunch. That was it. Tina's mind was made up. Concussion sucked, even when it was the result of a rather epic high-speed collision in flight class]

[Tina tentatively makes her way to the infirmary, clinging to walls and passers-by as needs be. She practically falls through the door, clutching her head and wailing:]

I think I need a paracetemol or something!

[she doesn't recognise this fellow but if he's sitting in the infirmary then he's got to be a doctor, right??]

[onlyendinpeace]

[ Combeferre looked up from his sketches with some amount of surprise, setting them aside quickly and closing the distance between him and Tina in brisk, long strides, holding out his hands, worried that she might fall over. He speaks to her gently, soothingly. ]

Now, now, if you speak at such volumes it probably won't help however you're feeling at the moment. Take a breath and tell me what's wrong. [ It doesn't really sound like a paracetemol would help :|;; ]

[firstlaugh]

[throws herself into an empty chair and puts her head between her knees. It's comical, really. Promise. Groaning:]

I've got a bastard headache and I just threw up in my room mate's shoes.

[onlyendinpeace]

[ It might be comical for anyone else but Combeferre, since he's really quite worried. ]

How long have you been experiencing these symptoms? [ He kneels by the chair, peering at Tina with concern. ]

[a_whiter_shade]

[someone's been spending a bit too much time slavin' at a hot Cerebro trying to find the missing kiddies and has subsequently developed a bad case of the psychic headaches]

[yeah she's just going to help herself to this Excedrin]

[onlyendinpeace]

[ ... glances up from his sketches, smiling rather blithely and with faint surprise. Or perhaps confusion. Either way! ] Good day.

[a_whiter_shade]

[glances over]

Oh, hello, Combeferre.

[don't ask how she know your name]

[pops the pills into her mouth and swallows 'em down]

[onlyendinpeace]

[ He has his theories. ] Having a stressful day, Miss. Frost?

[sword_and_rain]

Okay, so rule number one when practicing early in the morning with fog and slick grass - clear the slick grass of water. It was such a rare thing for him to actually falter during practice though! He hadn't in many years, and even then it had only been when practicing a new move - not one he had done so many times that he could repeat it in his sleep against any number of attackers.

But he supposed he was due for something like this then, wasn't he? He had just been lucky that the sword caught the front of leg where it was mostly skin and bone rather than the back where precious muscle lay.

It didn't make it look any less gruesome as he walked into the infirmary with his left pant leg a dark brownish-red and his own smile a bit strained. Regardless of how shallow, it still hurt.

"Um, hi?" he waved weakly at Combeferre.

[onlyendinpeace]

"Good day-"

Combeferre stopped himself upon seeing the colour spreading along the boy's trouser leg, suddenly sitting up very straight. "I think this school is going to win with the most unusual causes for unusual injuries in my experience," he added, not unkindly, immediately moving for the cabinet where all the necessary equipment for dealing with bleeding wounds were kept (he had generally made very quick work of memorising where everything was found in the infirmary). "So, how come you're bleeding?"

[sword_and_rain]

Yamamoto hobbled over to one of the cots, sitting down and after debating stripped off his pants and shoes. Rolling them up would have been messier and more painful, and this way the doctor didn't have to fuss with keeping the material from leaking soaked up blood or from rolling back down as he patched him up.

"I was practicing this morning," he patted the sheathed sword beside him. "I slipped mid move and didn't recover in time to adjust the angle of the swing."

He was pain, but hid it well enough, trying his hardest to keep the blood flow to a minimum. Blood was a form of liquid, after all, if harder to control than water.

[onlyendinpeace]

"Have you had a tetanus shot?" Combeferre asked with an intent degree of concern upon hearing that the poor boy had essentially stabbed himself, taking an antiseptic wipe and examining the wound. "This is likely to sting," he added absently as he moved to tab at the wound. It didn't look too bad, at least, which was comfort enough for Combeferre.

HERR DERR

[cultivateslove]

Having a spare moment and an extra plant, Jehan had decided to use both in his ongoing "cheer Combeferre up" project. Not that he wouldn't have gone to visit his friend anyway, and not that he thought that denying even the most unpleasant of feelings was acceptable. He wasn't telling Combeferre to get over his sadness, merely providing another (hopefully more pleasant) emotional outlet.

The pot was rather big, so he had to awkwardly shift it from one arm to the other in order to open the door, and then sort of kick it open wider, shoving his shoulder in so it wouldn't close on him. Poking his head out from the side, he smiled.

"Combeferre! Where can I put this? It's a bit unwieldy." He admitted. "Also, it will probably stop blooming like this after I leave, I'm sorry to say."

i love you

[onlyendinpeace]

"Jehan." Combeferre glanced up with a smile, quite pleased to see him; Jehan made for very easy company, and it was very difficult to find a dull moment with him. Not particularly surprised by this gift, he stood, opening the door wider in order to let Jehan through with the least amount of difficulty. "That's a shame; it looks very beautiful and healthy right now. Perhaps you should spend more time up here." The joke was spoken very lightly, in a manner that anyone else would probably understand as seriousness.

"Just place it here on the side, it you can - I can take it if you like?" It looked heavy, and the infirmary was rather out of the way from Jehan's greenhouse, so it was rather commendable that Jehan managed to bring it all the way.

[cultivateslove]

"Well, it will stay healthy as long as you water it properly." He assured Combeferre, lifting his eyebrows in a silent communication of 'And you had better water it properly or I will find you'.

"I will take that invitation, you know." He added, handing the plant to his friend and eying it fondly, as though he was giving Combeferre his daughter's hand in marriage. "And then you will probably regret it."

[onlyendinpeace]

"That I shall happily do. How else could I treat such a lovely plant?" Combeferre took the plant, glancing around the infirmary before finding an appropriate spot for it by his desk, putting it down and then stepping back to admire the bright addition to the room. "Much better. It feels less overtly clinical here now - thank you." Admittedly, though he smiled with genuine gratitude to Jehan, he hadn't really taken into account the very bare and professional look of the infirmary. He rarely did.

"I'll regret it?" Combeferre laughed, shaking his head. "You don't give yourself enough credit."

[ushiwaka_laka]

Yeah, teenagers being teenagers definitely meant fights. But Waka wasn't one to admit to it, especially to those that he... lost. The thought of it was frustrating, yet it wasn't too obvious physically. He remained cheerful as ever, even if the unattractive gash on his ankle was quite a bother. Hopefully his injury wasn't that evident.

There was a slight limp in his walk as he entered the room.

"Hey there~" He said with a slight wave, his spirits a bit drained. Ending up at the infirmary was something his stubborn mind couldn't accept.

[onlyendinpeace]

"Hello." Combeferre was fairly surprised by the level of activity at the infirmary today, but that might have just been the recent two weeks he had spent without work, during the move from France to the States. The lack of activity and people to see to had made him forget how necessary infirmaries were, particularly at the school. He smiled amicably to Waka, laying his sketches down. "How can I help you?"

[ushiwaka_laka]

He tried his best to make the situation look as casual as possible, beaming one of his natural smiles.

"Ah~ Well, I have a bit of a problem..."

Waka proceeded to roll up his left pant leg, exposing a not-so-pretty wound. He couldn't exactly remember when it happened during the fight, but it did make it's presense within a few hours.