[Dictated/Action for Clinic]

[deductiongeek]

 [Conan wakes up abruptly, sitting up and trying to scramble out of bed before he is even fully awake.  It is the pain that stops him.  Pain from all the injuries he had incurred in the last few hours and chosen to ignore until he could stop the bombings.

He looks around at the familiar site of the clinic and sighs.  So, he was back here again.  How disappointing.

Well, there were things to be done.  A quick assessment of his injuries told him that he needed to get them seen to.  The head injury wasn't bad.  He'd had worse there before.  But his shoulder.... Already he could see the edge of his sleeve turning red.  The blood was even starting to seep through his jacket at several spots.

Using his good hand Conan reaches for his journal and flips it open, being careful to avoid leaving any bloody fingerprints on the pages.]

What day is it?

Also, are there any doctors with some time?

Comments

[spongetastic]

I'm a nurse. What do you need?

[deductiongeek]

My arm is hurt.

[spongetastic]

Give me your location and I'll be right there.

[deductiongeek]

I just woke up in the clinic.

[spongetastic]

Got it. I'll be down in a few minutes.

[if he didn't have to go down all the stairs, he'd be there faster. But he gets there eventually. He won't be able to help much if Conan needs serious medical attention, but Peter can at least wrap bandages and such]

[deductiongeek]

[He'll find a boy with a bloodied forehead sitting on one of the clinic beds as he struggles to remove a jacket using only one hand. There was a large stain of blood seeping through the jacket at the shoulder, and what little is visible of the sleeve underneath is soaked with blood.]

[spongetastic]

[Peter immediately gets a cloth wet so he can clean off the blood. He also gets out some disinfectant and bandages. This is stuff he can actually do!]

Mind if I take off your jacket so I can clean the wound?

[deductiongeek]

[In response Conan simply abandons his own efforts at pulling the jacket off.]

Will you have to cut it off?

[spongetastic]

I'll try not to. [Peter moves to help remove the jacket, trying to do so carefully to not agitate the wound]

It's the sixteenth, by the way, to answer your earlier question.

[deductiongeek]

I missed a week? [And didn't that meant the expedition would be leaving soon?]

Did anything happen here?

[He handles the tugging in an unexpectedly stoic way.]

[spongetastic]

There was an earthquake, and then... Well, just be glad you missed it. There was a lot of blood.

[sorry Conan he decides to cut it anyway. Telekinetically, because he's too lazy to go get scissors, I guess]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan doesn't care. The jacket was probably ruined already, anyway. Although the telekinesis does make him twitch.]

Why? What else happened?

[As the jacket comes off, it reveals that the boy has a deep cut near his shoulder. Blood from it has run down and dyed most of his right sleeve red.[

[spongetastic]

The castle decided to make everyone's regrets a little more... visible. For some, that meant blood-stained hands or certain marks on their body.

[Peter sets to cleaning the wound and carefully dabbing on some disinfectant. His loss prevents him from being able to stitch up the wound, but he can at least keep it from being infected]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan doesn't say anything as he endures the treatment.]

....Sounds upsetting.

[spongetastic]

A little. [once the wound is cleaned, he starts to wrap it up] Do you need something for the pain?

[deductiongeek]

That's okay! I don't really like drugs.

[spongetastic]

Okay. Wrapping it up is the best I can do. If you want it stitched up you'll have to wait for Dr. Magnus or someone else on staff.

[deductiongeek]

I should probably wait, then. Thank you for helping!

[spongetastic]

No problem. Glad I could help.

[deductiongeek]

I feel much better now!

[But even as he keeps his child-like attitude up, Conan is side-eyeing him. Really. He wasn't going to ask how this happened? That was convenient, but Conan wasn't sure if he believed it.]

[spongetastic]

Glad to hear it. You should make sure to contact any friends so they'll know you're here and you're safe.

[deductiongeek]

I will!

[He had no intention of doing so.]

[spongetastic]

[raises an eyebrow]

Right. Well, I'll make sure Dr. Magnus knows you're here.

[atadiscoverer]

Conan?

[Okay, there's a hint of worry right there.]

Are you okay?

[deductiongeek]

[Oh, good. It was Carson. Conan felt some relief at that. Explaining just what had happened to him on his return home to a doctor who didn't know any of his secrets would have been troublesome.]

...Mostly? There was a small situation while I was home, and I could use some help from a doctor.

[atadiscoverer]

Okay. I'll be about 30 minutes, but I'll be right there.

[deductiongeek]

That should be okay! I have it bandaged for now.

[atadiscoverer]

I'll be as quick as I can.

[Insert interlude music here, as Carson is going to bustle into the clinic.]

[deductiongeek]

[He'll find Conan sitting on one of the clinic beds with bandages tightly wrapped around his head and right shoulder. The right sleeve of his shirt is still stained red with blood from earlier.]

[atadiscoverer]

[And Carson is just going to walk right on up to the bed and plonk his kit down onto a chair.]

Remind me never to visit your world.

[deductiongeek]

It was an unusual situation. Things like that hardly happen every day.

[Except for Conan, they were rather common.]