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[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin is in the infirmary, working in his little area at the back.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is awake, because he's really too stubborn for his own good, and bemusedly trying to figure out just how bad his knee is.

The answer is "pretty much non-existent", but he's concentrating on just how much damage magic can fix.

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin glances round and notices that he's awake, getting up and hurrying over.

"You... really shouldn't prod your knee like that. Here, let me look..."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Has Kevin ever seen a knee after it was hit by a shot from a high-powered sniper rifle?

Yeah. It looks pretty much exactly like that,

"I think it is a failing of humanity. We never can cease prodding...is any of it left?"

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin winces, examining the knee.

"...what happened?"

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"I was shot."

He's very matter of fact about it, really. Of course, considering the unholy mess of scars that covers pretty much every bare piece of skin below the neck, he deserves to be less than freaked,

"I do not like guns. I believe that the lady is in one of the other beds..."

He waves over in the general direction of Mary Anne. Who is suffering from being used as a chew-toy by a 200lb Jaguar.

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin glances at her, but one patient at a time.

"...there's only so much I can do about this, and what I can do will involve surgery."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"With machines?"

Considering that the clothing near the bed consists of leather armor and hose, the tone and eying should come as very little shock. This, here, is one hell of a technophobe. He likes light-switches and showers. Other than that?

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

"Yes, there'd be machines involved. The only way I could even begin to repair this is by putting metal plates in your knee, to replace the bone."

His tone is gentler than his words.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"..."

No, he isn't becoming Dream all of the sudden. The idea of having metal in his body is only very slightly less attractive than driving a car,

"Is there a mage about? I can not have iron within...it blocks my magics."

His voice is somewhere between "freaked" and ... "total panic attack".

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin looks at him, then nods. No use insisting on something that upsets the patient this much.

"I'll see who I can find."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Thank you."

He means it. Metal plates in his knee could, very possibly, mean that he could no longer use magic.

Not to mention just how much it would hurt when he went back to his world, the knee reverted back to canon, and the metal was ripped out of his body. Ow.

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

...ow. Yes.

Kevin nods and leaves the infirmary in search of a magic user.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon, through sheer force of will, refrains from poking at it.

[latino_menace]

Has Kevin got time for another patient? The third victim of the fight has finally given in and stopped trying to staunch the bleeding himself, finding his way to the infirmary eventually.

'You a doctor?'

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Of course he does, now his mun is awake. "Yes, I am. Sit down, please."

[latino_menace]

This mun has just woken up and apologises for the delay...

Ramon does sit, gratefully, because he's been stupid enough to drink strong alcohol after losing a lot of blood and is therefore rather lightheaded.

He's got a deep gash along his left thigh from a knife, another running down his right shoulder and chest and yet another in his right side. They're all clean cuts because the knife was sharp, though a little grimy from the fight happening in the forest.

He's also got a bullet hole through the shoulder. Again, clean through. And although this happened hours ago, all the injurues are bleeding like they're practically new because of the fact he hasn't been human all day.

'I need stitches.'

Something of an understatement, perhaps.

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

"...yes. Yes, you do. Who did this?"

[latino_menace]

He closes his eyes as he gets hit by a wave of dizziness but it passes quickly enough.

'A woman that was trying to kill a friend of mine.' He still manages a smirk because he'll only stop doing that when he's dead. 'She got hers though.'

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

"Would that be the woman who was in here this morning looking like she'd been mauled?" he asks calmly, getting out antiseptic to clean up Ramon's wounds. "She was taken to the cells."

[latino_menace]

Mauled. Heh. He grins tiredly.

'Probably.'

He's not about to sound contrite. He's not sorry.

'Cells are the safest place for her I suppose. I'd certainly finish the job if I saw her again.'

There are no words to describe his anger at Mary Anne. None at all.

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

"Then yes, she's better off there. Hold still."

[latino_menace]

It doesn't occur to him to y'know, not talk about outright murder in front of a person who's sworn to protect life. And if it did, it wouldn't stop him.

He grits his teeth at the feeling of antiseptic but makes no sound. He does eventually ask, 'Was Arithon in here?'

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

"Yes. I couldn't do much to help him, personally, but one of the bar's magic users had more success."

[latino_menace]

His eyes flick up to the doctor's face at that. 'Why, how bad was he?'

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

"You know what happened to him, I assume?"