Hunt 009 ~ [Dictated]

[squirrelhunter]

[There's a crash, a yelp, and some muted swearing coming from the journal.

See that red stuff? Blood, too. The next noise is Daryl's voice, pained, and you can hear some reluctance.]

I need a doctor. Out in the woods. Follow the game trail.

((OOC: He's done gone got himself hurt. If anyone likes him after the last post, open over the journals! Action for anyone who feels like helping! XD))

Comments

[heloise]

[ Gasp! That sounds, and looks, bad. ] Daryl? What happened?

[squirrelhunter]

Nothin'. I'm fine.

[heloise]

Yet you asks for a dottore.

[squirrelhunter]

Alright, it ain't that bad.

[He's still not elaborating.]

[heloise]

[ She's not going to push it. ] How can I help?

[squirrelhunter]

Unless ya a doctor, ya can't.

[spiritusaequitas]

What'd you do now, idiot?

[don't let his tone fool you, he's grabbing the church medkit and already on the move. since his go to doc would be muncest]

[squirrelhunter]

Fuck off.

[Not in the mood.]

[spiritusaequitas]

Not happenin'. Where are you? How bad is it?

[squirrelhunter]

[Low, pissed off growl.]

Follow the game trail. An' it ain't that bad.

[losemycherry]

I'll try and find someone. For now, though, be sure to keep the wound(s) elevated. And wrap it up if you can!

[squirrelhunter]

I know what to do.

[Snippy. Someone's been in a bad mood the past few days...]

[losemycherry]

[Yamada writes again after a few minutes.]

I'm sorry! ;_; I wasn't able to find anyone! I found one guy who was dressed like a doctor, but he said he didn't know anything about fixing people. Plus, he was wheelchair-bound, so it probably wouldn't be a good idea to send him out into the woods.

[squirrelhunter]

It ain't a big deal.

[cantacquityou]

What have you gotten yourself into?

[squirrelhunter]

I ain't gotten myself into nothin'!

[Defensive.]

[inafadingcrown]

Describe your injuries. [It's mostly to keep him talking until she makes sure he's not too badly harmed. She has already thrown a few basic salves and herbs into a bag and is on her way.]

[squirrelhunter]

I ain't that badly hurt. Just a...

[A pause. Like he almost doesn't want help...]

A sprained ankle.

[Not mentioning the blood.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She will, though. Talking as she's walking.]

From which you are bleeding. [Not buying it.]

[squirrelhunter]

It ain't nothin' serious.

[There's the sound of ripping cloth over the journals.]

[inafadingcrown]

Of course. [This is the sound of skepticism.

And give her a few minutes, she'll be there fairly quickly. You have a 6'4" elf woman in a medieval gown approaching you, Daryl. What do?]

[squirrelhunter]

[All the suspicious glares, that's what. He's currently wrapping what remains of his shirt around his left arm.]

[spiritusaequitas]

[and Murph, following the "game trail" like Daryl said, doesn't take long to find them. upon seeing another familiar face, he smiles, though it's only half the expression Galadriel would normally get. wounded people take precedence.]

Oh, good. You'll probably be needin' me to hold his stubborn arse down.

[inafadingcrown]

[Indeed, and that's why her expression of amusement is brief. She's all business like at the moment.]

Perhaps. He had enough sense to call for aid, at least.

[And then she kneels on the ground and looks to Daryl, unslinging a bag from her shoulder and setting it to her side.] You would not describe all your wounds. Will you allow me to examine them in totality?

[squirrelhunter]

"He" is sat right fuckin' here.

[Sullen.] An' I was expectin' a real fuckin' doctor...

[He does, however, extend his injured arm, which has been bound rather expertly with his ripped up shirt.]

It's just a scratch. Had worse.

[Evident by the small scars all over his torso. Some even look as though they were done intentionally...]

[spiritusaequitas]

Just a scratch, aye. An' you just scratched half yer shirt off to take care of it.

[Murphy makes a little face that's Irish for 'tch, you fuckin' idiot' and opens up the first aid kit]

[inafadingcrown]

[She'll just be unbinding it to get a better look (and clean the wound properly). She does notice the vast amount of scars, but she'll say nothing for now. Physical wounds first, mental ones later.]

It is true, I do not have a degree in medicine. That is not the custom in my world. [She glances away from his arm long enough to shoot him an amused look.] You will have to settle for a well known healer with years of experience on the field and off.

[squirrelhunter]

[Dark glare, Murphy. Just because you look like him doesn't mean he won't punch you in your face.]

S'pose I ain't got no choice. No-one else responded.

[The wound seems mostly clean, no permanent damage. He'll likely get another scar. Either way, he seems to be coping with the pain brilliantly.]

[spiritusaequitas]

That don't look like any sprained ankle, either. [Murph frowns, realizing that teasing him isn't the right approach. he takes his journal, then looks at the other two]

Might I beg a favor? Gimme yer journals. I'll sit on 'em till we're done. We're all of us among friends here, an' that'll make sure no one else hears what ain't their business.

[inafadingcrown]

Of course.

[And she'll dig in her bag and bring out both her journal and a little jar of salve. The journal gets handed to Murphy and, after a quick cleaning of Daryl's arm, the salve gets opened and applied to the wound. As she's murmuring a few soft words while she does so. They're in Sindarin, of course, not that either of the men will know that.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl jerks his head to where his journal lies, not that far away, and then looks back to Galadriel.

There's a slight twitch, a wince, in his eyes as the salve is applied, and he almost jerks his arm back. There's a distinct tension in him.]

What the hell is that?

[spiritusaequitas]

Whatever it is, it ain't gonna hurt'cha. [he might be eyeing what Galadriel's doing with just as much surprise, but there's a lot more trust in his tone. she's been in his mind, after all. you ... learn to trust someone after they do something like that]

F'it bothers ya, don' look. [he doesn't say it unkindly]

[inafadingcrown]

A few herbs, nothing more. [And she'll rattle them off as she bandages his arm back up.] It will guard against infection and promote healing. [Or did he mean the words? Oh, well. He need only clarify if he wishes an answer to that as well.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl just falls silent. He recognises very few of the herbs listed, but he doesn't seem to question the others. He's had healing magic used on him before, after all...

He, instead, eyes both Galadriel and Murphy, studying them for a brief moment before looking away. Once his arm's bandaged back up, he mumbles his thanks.]

[spiritusaequitas]

[Murphy merely nods] ... Whate'er it was ... s'it a danger t' anyone else who might come out here?

[aka, do you need him to help you find and kill it?]

[inafadingcrown]

[And she just nods in acknowledgement of the thanks.]

Is that all that requires my attention?

[If so, she'll let you boys go run off and kill things.]

[squirrelhunter]

Unless y'can heal sprained ankles.

[He then looks back at Murphy.]

I fell outta the tree.

[Laugh. He dares you. The look in his eyes says he'll skin you if you do.]

[spiritusaequitas]

Oh, those ain't no fun 'tall. [you get no laugh, just a wince of sympathy. he's fallen from his share of high places, after all]

[inafadingcrown]

I may do no more than you may yourself. [And with that, she'll stand and offer a hand to help him up.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Is that a flicker of surprise in Daryl's eyes? Why, yes. Yes it is. He always had you filed under "Douchebag", MacManus.]

Why're ya helpin' me? Y'were just chewin' me out over the journal a few weeks ago.

[This is important. He does, however, grab Galadriel's hand. Careful, he's dirty. He looks as though he's been out here for some time.]

[spiritusaequitas]

What, me? ... Why the fuck wouldn't I? Jus' cuz I give ya a hard time doesn' mean I'm an arsehole.

[that's MacManus 101, after all. if he's tough on you, he likes you]

[inafadingcrown]

[Psssh, contrary to popular belief, she really doesn't have a problem getting dirty.]

Do require assistance in returning to the castle?

[squirrelhunter]

[Unfortunately, things don't work out like that when you're dealing with Daryl...

He doesn't meet Murphy's gaze again, or Galadriel's.]

...Yeah, thanks.