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There is a Sam in the Infirmary. A Sam Linnfer, to be exact.

On first glance, probably even on a second glance, he would appear to be dead, but he does have a pulse. Just about. Despite Svava's best work yesterday, he's essentially a mess of burns, cuts, broken bones and bruises. Being burnt, attacked and dropped sixty feet by a dragon will do that to a guy. It really is just as well he's immortal. So for now he's deep in a regeneration trance, his blood-and-gore-covered dagger still gripped vice-like in his right hand. Bar's practice sword, though, is gone forever.

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"Sam?"

Guppy comes into the infirmary, and heads straight over, seeing his friend.

He swears, running a scanner over him to see what the damage is.

Sam's muttering to himself. Most words are indistinguishable, but there's the odd swear word that might be audible.

But yes, the damage. He's covered in grazes and (mostly first-degree) burns, with a large number of broken bones. His breathing is shallow and his pulse weak, but steady. Thanks to the trance, his body is repairing itself at a fairly astonishing rate- he's no Wolverine, but it's possible to actually see him healing.

"Yeah, I'd agree with you there mate." he says gently, putting the scanner down and looking him over. He doesn't like to try and interfere with the healing process, since Sam isn't human and he doesn't know what the reaction will be. So instead he contents himself with putting an oxygen mask on him to help his breathing, and stands over him watching him.
He won't intervene with drugs unless Sam goes into arrest, or wakes up and asks him to. He does however try to cool the burns a little.

"nGh."
Sam opens the only eye that's currently functioning. "Hi."

"Hey there you." Guppy gives him a relieved grin. "You lie back and relax a couple minutes, don't try to talk too much until you're a bit more healed. I'm not going anywhere."

He puts something cool and soothing on the worst burns, keeping an eye on his obs.

"WoN't kIll me." A ghost of a grin from the one half of Sam's face that appears to be working. "drAgOn NearLy dId, thOUgh."

Guppy winces a little at that.

"Dragon huh? Not many of those around here."

He glances up at the moniter. "Anything I can get you to help the healing? Painkillers and such? I didn't want to give you anything without checking."

"s'FiNe. cAN't ActuaLly feEl MUch riGHt nOw."
A pause while a rib slides back into its accustomed position. Once it's done so, his speech comes more easily and less laboured. ~~Because typing like that will slowly drive the mun insane. InsanER.~~
"How'd I get here, anyway?"

"No idea." Guppy says, taking the oxygen mask off him so he can talk better.

"You were here when I came in. Do you remember what happened?"

The one good eye closes for a second. "Woods. Went exploring. Got taken... somewhere. Magic wouldn't work. No magic..." That might have been a whimper, if Sam ever whimpered. Which of course he doesn't. "Stupid brat... screaming. Like a girl. Then... dragon. Fire... everywhere. I remember... being lifted up. Swearing. Then... nothing."

"Okay, it's all right." Guppy says gently. "You're safe now."

He takes Sam's hand and gives it a gentle squeeze where it isn't broken or burned.

"Was anyone else hurt? Did they get out of the woods?"

"No idea. The... blond brat deserved... to be. Weren't... in the woods, though." The eye flickers closed for an instant, then re-opens. "Don't think they were hurt... we found shelter..." A small grin. "I was last in. Or... I would have been. Didn't think they... were immortal, you see." His eye squeezes tight shut for a moment in a grimace as two ribs heal at once. "Ouch. Such... a bloody self... sacrificing idiot."

"Sure you don't want any painkillers?"

Sam attempts to shake his head, and winces. "No. They... don't work on me. Like... alcohol. My body breaks them down before they can work."

Guppy nods. "Okay, well you can squeeze my hand, or try taking deep breaths when the pain comes." He glances at the infirmary waitrat. "And can we have some more cold packs please?"

"Mmm." Sam sighs. "Thanks, Guppy." A long, slow shudder as his spine starts to come back together. "...Shit. I think I prefer... fighting Odin." A small, pained chuckle.

Guppy places the cold packs on the worst areas when they arrive.

"Should numb the outside a little."

Sam smiles slightly. "Lots of-shit- pain to numb, though." Suddenly he realises something. "What's in my hand? Can't... move my neck."

Please be my dagger... Please be my dagger...

"Can't move, don't move." Guppy says. "Normally I'd have you in a neck brace, but since your bones seem to be moving to the correct place by themselves I won't put one on unless you want one."

He looks down. "Well there's my hand in your left and a large, rather bloody dagger in your right."

"...Ah. Good." A small smile. "On both counts. I'd hate to -shit- lose the dagger, though was a gift from -fuck- dear old Dad."
While it may be possible to utter the words 'dear old Dad' with more bitterness, Sam's certainly given it his best shot.

Suddenly, he's chuckling. "Hell. Sands'll love this, won't he?"

"Patient confidentiality mate. You can stay here as long as you need and he need never know. Certainly don't want to be telling him what can hurt you."

A slightly painful laugh. "I think a bloody big dragon's liable to hurt more or less anyone. Though I'd probably have been OK if I'd had my magic." A shudder that has nothing to do with healing runs through him. "Not that I'd mind Sands trying- might give me an excuse to hit him without landing up in the cells."

"Is the dragon still in the woods?"

"Wasn't in the woods. We got taken through some sort of portal to Quinn's world. 'Parently they have a lot of dragons there." Pause. "But no sodding magic."

Another, longer pause. "Thought I was Bound, anyway."

(OOC: Mun is in school, should you somehow pick this up. Replies will be VERY few and far between until about 5pm.)

[ooc: Dude, how early is your school! I'll be out until fourish minumum - three exams today. Only here now because I don't have to be there until ten thirty.]

"Is that the guy you were meant to be helping out?" Guppy asks, having never met Quinn.

"Even if you're Bound, you can still go to worlds other than your own sometimes."

(OOC: Morning reg is 8.45, classes start from 9.05. Not that early, I don't think. TOO bloody early, though. *is tired and ill and this is not fair damnit* I know you'll be in the exams now, but I'll wish you good luck anyway.)

"Nah. Never heard anything more from him." Sam sighs. "We just happened to be exploring the place at the same time. Well, I was exploring, Quinn was looking for his friend."

A long pause, while Sam's second eye finishes healing. He blinks repeatedly.
"Hmm. That's nice, two eyes functioning. Bloody typical, though. I can't get home, but I can go off and get beaten up."

"Have you tried leaving him a note?"

"...Nah. He wants help, he'll get back to me."

Guppy nods. "Yeah, he will. How long do you reckon it'll take to heal?"

He'd shrug, but one shoulder isn't quite back in position yet. "Mnn. Not sure. I've had a healing worked on me, I think, and it's screwing my own magic up a bit. Probably by late on tomorrow, at this rate."

"Is there anyone you would like me to contact, tell them you're here?"

His head moves in an attempt at a shake. "Nah. The people I was with are presumably the ones who got me here, so no need. And... I haven't been here long enough to make all that many friends."
His eyes repeatedy flicker shut, then re-open, remaining shut for longer and longer periods as the regeneration trance takes hold again.

After a while Guppy makes him comfortable as best he can.

He stays nearby, either by the bed or in the office, in case he's needed.

Very, very quietly, "Thanks, Guppy."
His eyes flicker shut for the last time, and he sinks completely into the regeneration trance.

Scully had been in and out of the infirmary. She had noticed that couple of patients had arrived in here. She glanced at his chart with some concerns, and carefully checked his vitals, and the machines.

...He's lucky to be alive at all with that amount of damage. Most people would be DOA with that extent of injuries. Not much else to be done for the moment, except for surgery to reset the bones. But better to confer with the other doctors first.

Sam's good eye spots the newcomer.
"Hi."

Scully started at that.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were conscious." How could he be conscious with that? The pain had to be immense, and enough for a bevy of painkillers. Enough to induce a coma to help the patient deal with the pain.

The half of Sam's face that's still working moves into what might be a grin. "Only... technically. Can't actually... feel a lot."

Scully didn't remark that, considering his conditon, that might be a good thing just for the moment. There had to be extensive nerve damage. According to the chart, he had third degree burns over 95% of his body, but that couldn't be right.

She simply nodded, "I'm Agent Dana Scully, and I also have a medical doctorate. Do you mind me asking how you recieved your injuries, and the circumstances of it? Was it here?"

"'m Sam."
A pause as a rib returns to its rightful place.
"Wasn't... here, exactly. Inna woods. Portal. No... magic."
A shudder that has nothing to do with any healing. "Big... dragon. Fire. In the air. Then... nothing."

Scully thought he was likely delusional from the pain. Obviously a fire. Then again, it's hard for most to believe in dragons anyway. And she believed in the idea that the only magic out there was undiscovered and unproven science.

"You mean, there was a fire, and you fell, correct?" She asked carefully.

A small, pained chuckle.

"Give or take a few... minor details."

Like aforementioned large dragon, and a serious lack of magic. Which is mildly traumatising, since he's the son of Magic Incarnate. But enough about him shattering Scully's belief system, that's for later.

"You... new?"

Scully raised an eyebrow, but wasn't going to question further until he was more stabilised.

"Only been here for a few months, so, somewhat new."

Sam chuckles quietly. "Somehow I'm not surprised."
His second eye finishes healing; both are now open.
"Oh good, vision's back."

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