[Visiting post for Beverly Katz]

[nita_callahan]

The infirmary is open for business.

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[schrodingerskatz]

One way or another, Beverly makes it into the infirmary without falling on her face. Which is really something of a miracle, given the way things are spinning around her.

Hopefully someone will be there to help give her an actual bandage.

[a1enzo]

Not yet, but there will be in a moment. Enzo spots her on her way in and rushes after her.

"Jeez! Let me look at that! Can you sit down by yourself? Do you two need help too?" They also have plenty of blood on them, but he can't tell at a glance whose it is; they look pretty solidly on their feet.

[hadyougoing]

Ava's certainly covered in blood, but none of it's hers: Her biggest concern right now is the raging headache that's starting to catch up with her.

"I'm fine," she mutters, "we're fine-- Beverly's the one who needs help."

[schrodingerskatz]

Beverly, meanwhile, staggers over to a bed and sits down, cradling her injured hand to her chest.

[a1enzo]

"Yeah, okay. Let's have a look at that. Um, if you're sure you're okay, you might want to clean yourselves up; I think you count as biohazards right now. I've got this."

[hadyougoing]

Ava rubs her temple.

"Cool. I'll go hit up a sink."

With a glance at Beverly, she wanders in the direction of someplace to get cleaned up.

[schrodingerskatz]

"Thanks," Beverly mumbles, kind of vaguely in the others' direction.

Sitting down has helped her balance, but now her hand and head are really hurting.

[a1enzo]

Enzo thoroughly disinfects his hands and gives Beverly a quick look over, especially her head, to see whether there's anything else damaged which might have a higher priority than her hand.

[schrodingerskatz]

There is a nice lump on her head. She winces when it's touched.

The damage to her right hand isn't obvious until the cloth wrapped and wadded around it comes away. Her middle, ring, and pinky fingers have all been sliced off just above the knuckle. (It should probably be noted that she's got a lot more blood on her than ought to come from an injury like that.)

"Enzo, right?"

[a1enzo]

"Yeah, I..." Oh. Yeah, the... the head can wait. "Yeah. Enzo Matrix. And... Beverly?"

Frag. Frag frag frag. Okay. Detached fingers not in evidence. He wouldn't know how to reattach them if they were, that's specialist stuff, but this simplifies the matter: stop the bleeding. Stop the bleeding. He pulls on gloves and grabs a hypospray full of painkiller and a great deal of gauze.

[schrodingerskatz]

"Yeah. Sorry, can I -- lie down? Sorry, I'm dizzy."

This night really did not go her way.

(The details are already fuzzy, though. They went to Lecter's -- office? And she found . . . something there. Didn't she?)

[a1enzo]

"Sure, just keep your hand elevated above your heart."

[schrodingerskatz]

"No problem," she murmurs, leaning back, and obediently keeps her hand raised so he can work on it.

[street_sparrow]

"Hello, Beverly", Gavroche says from the doorway. Yes, he remembers her. "All patched up?"

[schrodingerskatz]

After some medical attention, some pain-killers, some wet-wipes, and a nap, Beverly is sitting upright again and . . . well, she's sitting upright. And not covered in blood. And on painkillers. That's an improvement.

"Hey," she says, blinking. "--Oh, shhhhoot. I can't remember your name. Jean-something?"

(Her hand is thoroughly wrapped up at this point, but she moves it under the blankets anyway.)

[street_sparrow]

"Jean-Philippe", he says with a nod. "Nice recognition, I was all of about five then."

[schrodingerskatz]

"Yeah, well, recognition's my job."

She squints at him. "How old are you now?"

[street_sparrow]

"Seventeen." He shrugs. "Officially seventeen. Could be anything from fifteen to eighteen, but that's what I'm sticking to."

[schrodingerskatz]

". . . How much time did I lose?"

[street_sparrow]

"Oh - no, no", he says quickly, trying to reassure her. "It's probably only been a few weeks at most. Time works funny around here, I've been a regular for ten years and suddenly I'm getting new memories."

[schrodingerskatz]

"Ah." She shakes her head. "Right. This place is nuts, not me. Sorry," she adds. "Apparently I hit my head."

[street_sparrow]

"Yeah, I saw them bring you in", he says quietly. "You're... looking a lot better."

[schrodingerskatz]

Very wry: "I must've looked pretty freaking bad."

[street_sparrow]

"Well, yeah", he says honestly, eyes going to the place where her arm disappears under the blanket. "Like you said, you got hit on the head."

[schrodingerskatz]

While there are lots of things Beverly thinks kids can deal with better than adults might think, she's not sure amputations are on that list.

Partly because she's not sure how well she can deal with that, right now.

"Well, thanks for coming to see me. That's really nice of you."