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[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Wellard seems to be quite doing better- or at least that is what he says, and keeps telling himself, as he eyes the calender.

Someone is getting released soon, and its not him.

Aside from watching the calender, he has a book, and a deck of cards handy- Though visitors are much more than welcome, now. Particularly if they bring news.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie does not come bearing new, sadly, but he does come bearing soup. And company, which might be just as well.

"Good evening, Mr Wellard, how are you faring?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Both are good- and which is better could depend on the Bar's cooking.

...

Just kidding.

Wellard looks up from his book (about halfway through), to give Archie a faint smile. "I'd certainly say better. Or so I'd hope."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant. Glad to hear it. We'll have you up and about in no time, sir."

After his conversations earlier this morning, Archie could certainly use some good news almost as much as Wellard. He nods towards the book.

"What is it that you are reading?"

[gonna_live]

Not so much news. What about dinner?

Kaylee pokes her head in, covered tray in hands. Quiet: "Mr. Wellard?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

There is a puzzled look up at the unfamilar voice, and Wellard carefully sets down his book.

"Um. Yes?"

[gonna_live]

"My name's Kaylee Tam. Dr. Tam's wife." She's already smiling by this point. "And I thought I might bring by somethin' for you to eat, if you're hungry at all...?"

[conglomerelda]

"Hello!" Elda calls as she enters the infirmary. She navigates the other equipment easier, this time, and joins Wellard.

"How are you feeling tonight?" She herself looks bright-eyed and cheerful, sitting next to the bed with folded wings.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"Quite better, thankfully." Wellard smiles, setting his book aside. "Though I'm still not quite sure when I'll be able to get out of here, yet." He eyes the calender across the room, then shakes his head.

"And you, Miss Elda?"

[conglomerelda]

She pats him carefully. "I'm sure it will be soon! I'm well. Just a bit busier than usual. I have several assignments due, and I haven't a clue where to begin on one. I came here to hopefully get some inspiration!"

[argyle_princess]

Sometimes the best way to get to know a new place is just to go exploring, so Hannah has been poking around.

She's a little surprised to find a clinic, and even more surprised to find one of the few people she's met there.

"Henry? Are you alright?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

He was not quite expecting to see Hannah here either- so it is with a bit of surprise that Wellard looks up from the book he was reading.

"Miss Hannah. I- well. I'm doing better, quite. And yourself?" The last asked more from habit, at the moment. He is trying to figure out how to explain all of this- or how much he should.

[argyle_princess]

Surprises all around, then.

"Well, I'm not in a hospital or anything like that, so I guess I'm better than you are. What happened?"

[kitchen_maid]

Amy, alas, like so many of his visitors, has no real news. At least, not about Mrs. Rowlands.

She does, however, have fudge. Which should be sweet enough even for Mr. Wellard's teeth.

"Hello, Mr. Wellard. How are you feeling today?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Just as long as Simon does not find out about the fudge- he might have opinions as to how good that is for a recovering patient. (Wellard would argue that it is good for moral, however.)

"Miss Amy." He gives her a smile, setting aside the book. "Quite better, and with any luck, out soon."

[kitchen_maid]

"I think at this point, you should probably just call me 'Amy,'" she says.

Once you've helped with surgery on someone, titles start to seem silly.

"And I'm glad to hear you're feeling better. Do you suppose you'll be out of here by Saturday?"

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Feeling better, lad?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"Quite so, sir." Wellard gives Sharpe a smile, setting aside the book he was reading.

"With any luck I'll be out soon."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Yeah", he says with a smile in return. "You're looking a lot better."

[white_flowers]

It is very quiet when she slips into the room late at night. Very quiet indeed-- there is no sound at all from the young man lying still and pale in the sickbed, with some few small entertainments near at hand. A deck of cards and a book draw no particular interest, but her lip curls back in a snarl at the sight of apple-blossoms gleaming silver.

After a moment, she steadies herself, and approaches the side of the bed -- across from the hated flowers.

Blodwen looks down at the sleeping Wellard, considering, and then gently brushes back a lock of hair from his forehead, as a mother would do to a sick child.

The knotwork bracelet gleams on her wrist as she does.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

On board ship, in war time, it was hard to sleep soundly. Men came and went on their watches and shifts, even in the middle of the night-

And warnings and attacks could come at anytime.

("Renowns! We're taken!")

And they did.



Injuries, even when healing, and medicines take their toll, however. As much as Wellard has been getting better, those both are still a factor, so he hardly stirs, under her touch. Even with the worries, in sleep he still thinks as the infirmary as safe-

And a soothing touch is not something to cause alarm.

[white_flowers]

What harm could there be in such gentle comfort? She rests her hand against his forehead and then his cheek for a moment, as if checking for fever, and then draws it back.

"Sleep well, cariad," she murmurs, very softly. "Poor sick sea-bird, who wants to sail the sky as well as the water -- why, a little tern you are, blown by a storm."

"I will come again, perhaps, to see you when you wake."

Moving with quiet care, Blodwen leaves the infirmary.

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

One thing after another.

Considering everything, its probably best to mention shapeshifting soon but not actually do it.

So she pads in on four feet and hops onto the end of his bed.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Give him a bit more time to process the Ako-as-person, as well of as-Fox, and he may be good.

Once he gets over the blush-of-death when he realizes sleeping arraingements, at least.

However, Wellard does smile, setting aside his book and reaching a hand down to her.

[gramarye1971]

It's quiet in the infirmary when Merriman enters. He's carrying the ubiquitous cups of tea. One might think that a former (current?) employee of the British East India Company would be heartily sick of anything tea-related...but at least it's a cargo he doesn't mind carrying.

'Good evening, Mister Wellard,' he says, setting both cups down on the bedside table. 'How goes it with you?'

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

And a better cargo than others by far, Wellard would agree on. He looks up from his book (The Scarlet Pimpernel), and sets it aside with a nod and smile.

"Good evening, Commodore. Quite better, thankfully. And hopefully well enough to be out of here soon." He gives the calender across the room a Look.

"And yourself, sir?"