paradisa | 17 | In Which Howl Tries to Help [Dictated/ Action]

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17 | In Which Howl Tries to Help [Dictated/ Action]

...I don't think I'll be sleeping soundly any time soon. But that's neither here nor there.

I realize the clinic is probably very busy. [Knows, actually, he stopped by earlier] So I wanted to offer to help... I know some healing magic, and while I can't do miracles, if anyone's been putting off getting looked at, I'll be in the lobby. Just stop by.

[Because he's not going back to the clinic. That was almost worse than being on the ship. He's found himself a comfortable chair in the lobby instead, looking distracted and not at all his usual dapper self. It seemed wrong to spend time preening when someone he still though of as almost-family was dead.]

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What can you do?

[He doesn't know shit about 'healing magic' but there is a very very very good chance that any kind of normal, non-magic medical science won't fix his wife.]

Most of the things the clinic can, at a bit faster rate, perhaps. Heal contusions, fractures, burns, that sort of thing. I have a fairly good repertoire, although I may be a bit rust when it comes to more complicated things.

Dammit. Okay. So you can't, like... regrow anything?

[And there's a question that makes him wince a little]

My knowledge doesn't extend quite that far, I'm afraid. I've never had occasion to try.

[Brock's response is to make a wordless noise of frustration. This is bad, this is so bad.

But maybe he misunderstood what he meant. It's worth a shot, anyway. He doesn't have that many options, really.]

She's... I mean, she has all her... limbs... she just -- there's a lot of tissue damage. Like, to the bone.

I can try. I might not be able to heal it completely, but I could...

[He's feeling a little out of his depth, because damnit, he's used to a world of sunshine and puppies where even murderous witches weren't that bad]

I could help at least.

[It's okay, Howl. The concept of people healing from this kind of injury is a brand new concept for him, too. He's just pretty desperate.]

Okay... that's better than nothing. We're in the clinic. I don't want to move her...

Of course. I'll come to you straight away.

[As much as he didn't want to go back there, well. This was more important than his own personal comfort, wasn't it?]

Thanks. Really.

[And if it doesn't work, he'll just have to find somebody else. There are all kind of magic guys here; somebody is bound to be able to fix this...]

[He's already on the move when he replies]

It's the least I can do.

[Considering how utterly worthless he was in the middle of the crisis, anyway]

[Brock doesn't really answer, because he feels pretty helpless himself. He'd done his part to fix the power on the Lewis & Clark, but when it came to dealing with all the terrible trauma people had been through... yeah, that wasn't really his strong suit.

The best he can really do is to hover in the clinic, which is kind of useless, but it's the only thing he can do.]

[The problem with the journals, he thinks as he enters the clinic, is you're never sure who you're looking for once you get there. Thankfully--or perhaps unfortunately--it's not to hard to zero in on who he's trying to meet]

Hello? I'm here to help.

[He's not brimming with his usual confidence, but he at least tries to look it]

[Brock looks up from where he's just kind of gazing dully at the bandaged woman in the hospital bed -- this guy looks a lot like he is into magic, so he figures it must be the same dude.]

Hey. Brock. [He gestures at the woman.] Molotov. Is there anything you need me to do, or...

I'm Howl.

[He turns his attention immediately to the woman]

No... if there is, I'll let you know.

[Where to even begin. He takes a breath and closes his eyes for a moment, concentrating, before he starts tracing his hands over the bandages, never touching, but getting a sense of the injuries and what he can do for them. He's not going to ask what happened. Frankly, he doesn't want to know.]

[Brock wouldn't even have an answer for him. Molotov has been unconscious pretty much since he brought her to the Lewis & Clark, and even so -- he wouldn't know how to ask. What to say.

Her injuries are very deep, like Brock said; they're to the bone at some points. Muscle and flesh torn away. They're mostly clustered at her neck and thighs and arms, with bandaged scratches on her face as well. She's also missing an eye, but it's probably a very old injury.

Brock just sort of hangs back and watches, hoping this will work. That there's at least something he can do for her.]

[He pauses for a moment, the look of concentration on his face easing to a slightly more relaxed expression]

I should be able to heal this... not completely, but enough that regular medical care should heal the rest.

[If he were better trained, he might be able to do more, but at least he'll be able to do something. He goes back to more or less the same ritual as before, although this time he's muttering to himself under his breath, a long string of strange words. It probably looks vaguely absurd from an onlooker's perspective]

[Brock lets out a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding when Howl says that.]

Shit. Thank god.

[He's relieved, clearly. He wants to ask more questions (and also figure out what he can do to repay him), but interrupting magic guys probably isn't a very good idea. On the plus side, Brock used to live next door to a necromancer back home, so at least the muttered incantations don't weird him out too badly.]

[Howl's just grateful he'll be able to do something here. He'd been worried that he would come all the way here only to find there was nothing he could do. But he can help, and while that can't make up for all that he couldn't do when other people needed his help, it does make him feel a little better.

It takes a few minutes of concentration and muttering before he steps back, finally, looking a little worn, but otherwise pleased with himself]

That's about the best I can do. The deepest wounds are still going to take some time to heal, but it should be a far less complicated recovery now. If she wakes up, standard painkillers should be sufficient.

[Although he'll leave that up to the regular clinic staff, as his actual medical knowledge doesn't extend far at all]

[Brock's response is to clap Howl on the back probably a little more enthusiastically that he should have. But he's just so grateful, he can't even help it.]

You're a lifesaver, guy. Like -- literally! Listen, once she's all healed up, I'm gonna take you out for drinks.

[Howl staggered a little under the gesture--he was not in possession of the sturdiest of builds on the best of days, and currently, he was rather worn out. But he did manage a bit of a chuckle over it]

I'll look forward to that, then.

[Whoops! He sort of dusts off Howl's shoulder, like maybe that will make up for it.]

Seriously, man. I can't thank you enough. If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know.

[Well, it's the thought that counts, anyway]

It's really no trouble. I have the skills. It would have been negligent of me not to try and help.

There are probably a lot of people who wouldn't, anyway.

[He glances back over at Molotov.] So, are there any side-effects I should look out for?

[While that was likely true, Howl was perfectly happy downplaying his own helpfulness]

There shouldn't be, but if anything comes up, feel free to contact me.

Alright, I will, man. Thanks again.

[Luke's a little nervous about going, after everything that's happened. But he doesn't really want to be alone in his room either and his face really hurts, so the boy with the broken jaw will stop in the lobby and look for Howl.]

[Howl has a soft spot for children, though he'd ever admit it out-loud, and he immediately feels a pang of sympathy when he sees Luke walk into the lobby. It's pretty obvious he needs some help. He waves to get his attention.]

Looking for help?

[He gets up from the chair where he's been sitting and walks over]

[Luke nods, motioning to his face. The less he has to talk, the better, but he will if Howl needs to know more about what's going on.]

That's ugly, isn't it?

[He's looking the injury over, and reaches out to trace along Luke's jaw without actually touching him]

I think I can get that healing for you.

[While it wouldn't be instantaneous, it would be much speedier than letting it heal on its own, and less painful]

[Luke flinches when Howl reaches out his hand, even if he isn't touching him. But then he nods in response, looking expectantly at Howl.]

It won't hurt, I promise.

[He brings his hand up again, this time muttering a long string of strange words under his breath as he does so. It takes a few moments of concentration before he lowers his hand again]

That should do it, I think. The swelling should go down soon. It will take a bit longer to heal completely, so I'd take it easy, but in a day or so you'll be good as new.

[Luke almost touches his jaw, but stops when he realizes the pain hasn't actually gone away completely.]

Thank you, mister.

[The thanks makes him feel a little better, like he's finally being useful, and he manages a smile]

You're welcome.

[Okay so totally not the time and place but...]

...You know healing magic?

It's not my specialty, but I have a pretty good grasp of the discipline, yes.

I know now isn't the time, but - when this little crisis is over, would you teach me?

Oh, certainly. Yes, I'd be happy to once all of this...

[If he's sounding a bit helpless, it's because it's been a bad few days]

I'd be happy to.

Thank you. Is there anything I could help with in the meantime? I couldn't do much, on the ship...

Not for me, I'm fine.

[Well, he's not, really, but he doubts Thamuris could help him answer the question of what you were supposed to do with a body when you knew the person wasn't going to stay dead, really]

I'm sure there are people around who could use assistance...

[Although it's just occurred to him he has no idea where the other wizard's talents lie]

Ah, alright. I'll see if anybody else needs help, right now.

Yes, good idea. I'll get back to you on the lessons soon, I promise.

Don't worry too much about it right now - there are more important matters. But thank you.

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