ways_infirmary | post-fight wrap up

"Bahorel? Oh yes, he's an excellent friend! We came over on more or less the same diligence, hah. How did you meet?" ...Not in some way that introduced Hal to the infirmary earlier, so probably a good thing, right?

Joly follows the line of Hal's stare. "It's a scanner. "It can see the bones, under the surface, and look for breaks and cracks. That one's for the head and body. This is another, and I'll use it on your wrist. You see? I turn it on, and these lights come on--" He moves the scanner carefully over the length of Hal's forearm "- and if you look at this screen--I'll show you in a moment-- you can see the bones yourself and--ah, yes, you've a small fracture. Well, that needn't be a great difficulty here! Keep that arm still."

The wrist brace he brings over may at least look identifiable to Hal. "I'll set that straight, and then heal the bone--I've done this before, it takes a few minutes, but I hope you've the time!"

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Right, Harry's been trying to be good and keep still as he was ordered, but at that, he has to speak up.

"Heal it, say you?" he asks. "Not-- bind it, set it?"

Ah, well, Harry's been being very quiet. And it's a good sign that he's alert enough to ask questions!

"Heal it!" Joly is still professional, but he's also obviously delighted. "I've mended a few cracked bones before." He finishes setting Hal's wrist before coming over to check the results of Harry's scan. "Here, let's see-- ah, yes, small fracture in that jaw. Let me see, I'll need to make you a mouthpiece to hold your jaw right." Back to Hal, he says "And I'm going to give you the same scan, just to be sure."

He sets the scanner plates up and gets the machine running again, then starts setting in the information to make the necessary brace. "--You were sparring?" It's not at all a suspicious question-- more like asking a friend coming in soaking wet if it's raining outside.

Really? He brings a hand curiously up to his jaw.

"--after a fashion," Harry says in answer to the question. It's not a lie, so it doesn't sound like one, but it doesn't entirely sound like the truth, either. "And grew, perhaps, too boisterous in our practice."

Joly only grins at that. "Well, it happens. You had the sense to come here after, that's the important thing. I should have you lecture Feuilly for me."

Is that a furtive glance towards Hal at Feuilly's name? Surely not.

"Is he remiss in such matters?" Harry asks. He's still gingerly poking at his own jaw, until-- oh ow, sure, there it is.

"Mmm." It's a slightly distracted assent, as Joly finishes the data entry, only to look up and see Harry poking at his jaw. "ah, don't do that!--I wouldn't have guessed it, but during that whole thing with the spell-- well, you know, Feuilly and Bahorel switched, and Bahorel says apparently it's so, and well--" Joly laughs again. "--Bahorel would know! He's his own sort of expert in that."

And Feuilly's not, which is probably why he'd fail to recognize how serious some injuries can be.

Harry lowers his hand back into his lap sheepishly. He was just curious! He didn't think Hal could hit that hard! Then again, maybe it happened when his head smacked against the ground. ...or that tree. Er.

"I doubt not that Bahorel is," Harry says. He'll be forgiven, under the circumstances, for taking an extra moment or two to piece thoughts together, for there's a small pause before he adds, "--but dost mean Feuilly bears some injury now?"

Does he sound worried? No, that's not worried, that's-- friendly concern?

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Friendly concern works for Joly! "Oh, on the way to being mended now-- I did look-- but I would like to see how your sparring practices run. And-well, I thought to have a word with both of you, but you clearly know--to tell you there's no need to ignore any injury, we really can set anything mending here faster than you'd think. And why hurt longer than you have to? Ah--! There."

The scanner's sending in Hal's information now, too. "You don't seem to have any serious head injuries, M. Monmouth; but we can fix those cuts and bruises so you can head home in a couple days and not have to explain anything to the people on your side of the Door, I think.--And Harry-- there's the mouthpiece, all made." Joly collects a smooth plastic sort of toothguard from another machine. See? Fast!

Harry's frown deepens at that. He'd certainly never meant to cause Feuilly actual injury in their practice. And he'd always hoped-- assumed, really-- that Feuilly would tell him if he had. He almost says as much, but the completion of Joly's scan brings his attention back to Hal's presence.

"Ay, Monsieur Monmouth." (Sorry, Joly, that title makes him grin.) "Though sure thou couldst devise some tale fantastical-- of being set upon by thieves, perchance."

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"Yea, thieves," he says readily. "We did but fight some thieves, Percy and I. And...we in our humors, being sorely provoked" he continues, with a sidelong look at Harry, something that's a little bit apology and a little bit mischief, "Did perchance hit harder than we knew, the both of us. And the thieves. --Marry, but who is thy friend Feuilly? A fierce swordsman, to keep practice with thee."

Hey, if Harry's going to call him Monsieur Monmouth, Hal is going to ask him about his friends. That's how people relate to each other, right? "I thank you, Doctor. 'Tis plain the future holds many wonders, but 'tis equally plain that the universities and physicians of Paris are wonders themselves."

It's clearly a set piece of courtesy, but not at all an insincere one.

Joly is still working while the Harrys argue. "Here, Harry, we'll mend your jaw first, all right? Take this and bite like--" Joly makes a face to demonstrate, and checks a screen-- "Right,that's it. Now you'll really have to not talk; keep your jaw set like that until I tell you."

The banter seems fairly normal to Joly! Right, there's obviously history there. But Harry's given him no indication that Monmouth is a danger, and surely he would?

...Or maybe it's warning enough that Monmouth doesn't know about Feuilly, when Harry so obviously keeps close company with. Given his own guesses about just how close that company is, and some of the things he's kept secret himself in the past, Joly's inclined to assume Harry has his reasons for it.

"Feuilly's a dear friend, also from Paris. He's one of the best and bravest men." So fair warning if you were leading to some sort of strange mockery of Feuilly, Hal.

"But Paris knew little of the medicine available here, I'm truly sorry to say." Really, it's maddening. "Our school was one of the best, but even so-- I suspect what I learned there had much in common with the treatments you know from your own time." And hadn't it driven him mad to know it, in his life in Paris.

But here-- here, he has the bone-setter out, and he's already carefully setting it to mending the crack in Harry's jaw. "So you know I was a doctor-- what's your life on the other side of the Door?" Presumably some sort of knight-type person, if Harry knows him? But Milliways can make for unusual acquaintances.

Right, Harry, bite like that and don't talk! Hal's grinning at him. He's not even trying to hide it.

So. A dear friend of the doctor's, fine. One of the best and bravest men. Gosh, well, it certainly sounds as though there's nothing at all to mock there. Hal turns his grin into a sober nod, and listens to Joly. "Should it not have much in common, doctor, your Paris medicine and ours of England? Are we so very muddle-headed?" Sure, it's four hundred years in the future, but has medicine really changed all that much in Europe?

He's not altogether sure how to answer Joly's question about his life, under the circumstances; he scratches his jaw and laughs a little. "Percy will tell you I am a tavern idler. Certainly I am no physician, nor no scholar."

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And Percy, of course, can't tell Joly anything right now. Which in this instance is irritating, but at least means he is spares having to elaborate further on the subject of Feuilly.

Joly's watching his work and doesn't see the grin, but he's already sort of assumed it. Whatever else Monmouth is, he's already clearly the sort of person to grin about this kind of situation.

Which is fine! So are many of Joly's friends! And Joly's smiling himself a little in recognition of it. "Well, I've idled in a few taverns myself. -- No, no, I think there were many brilliant scholars in your day, as there were in mine. But with medicine,of course, any of us would want to learn as quickly as we could."

And Joly sometimes thinks those past scholars would have been horrified, to learn how little the science had advanced in the centuries; that the difference between his time and theirs should have been greater, at least as far as the difference in the science a hundred years after his own life.

But that's not something to say to patients while the work's being done. It takes a few minutes longer; and then Joly has Harry open his jaw carefully enough to give him the mouth-guard, and hands him a small piece of bent plastic in return. "Keep this between your back teeth--yes, that's right-- for about ten minutes. But you can talk again, as long as you hold it there." And he should be able to talk; he'll have enough leeway for that. "And don't go poking at your jaw just yet!" That last comment is an afterthought, and Joly smiles as he says it, but...really, Harry. Don't.

Turning to Hal, he says "All right, I'm going to mend that wrist, and then I'll check you both to make sure there's nothing serious we're missing. So say something if it feels strange, but otherwise try to stay still. Here we go--!" The machine hums on again.

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"And this is how you pass your days?" Harry asks carefully. Is this still enough? "Had I but known 'twas all so easy. Why, what need of caution, when any hurt may be so soon mended?"

He's mostly joking! Mostly.

Joly, now watching his work on Hal's arm, doesn't turn to give Harry a Look. But his eyebrows lift in amusement. "I wouldn't say that. But if you're going to be proceed without caution, you can at least make up for it by coming here afterwards--now you see how simple it all is."

...Well. Simple to do, for someone who's spent years training and studied intensively since arriving in Milliways and watched the other doctors here work, probably none of which applies to Harry. And Joly would like to think Harry would just know that, buuuut.....

"Just make sure you actually see one of the doctors here, all right? These machines are wonderful, but they aren't magic; and you want to be sure you're with someone who knows what they're doing. But there's usually one of us in the infirmary now."

Harry only has a fifty percent success rate with making the TV turn on. He is definitely not going to try his luck with any of this.

"And like you this work?" Harry asks. "Or is it demanded by our unseen lord that all who have such skills labor here?"

Yes, the dread demanding lord of Milliways. Joly very nearly grins. No fair, Harry, he's doing serious work! "As far as I can tell no one's forced to work here at all. But I'm glad to do what I can-- it's the work I'd always chosen, after all, and I'm happy I can be of some help, here."

'Glad' doesn't really cover it. Joly still spends a substantial amount of his day giddy over all the exciting advances in the field represented by every machine and pharmaceutical and even simple tools, here--to say nothing of the machines themselves. But since 'geeking out' isn't a term he knows yet, "glad" has to stand in for now!

Harry would smile more, but he is trying very hard to be Good And Still.

"And glad I am to hear it," he says earnestly. "Idleness is the very plague of this place: would all could so perform the duties they best love."

"Some do love idleness," Hal remarks. Just throwing that out there.

"Do they?" Joly's...gonna be noncommittal on that. Everyone he knows who's been pinned to real idleness, here or in his life, hated it enough. But...maybe in England it's something different? "Well, you'll have cause to practice it yourself for few days." He turns off the machine. "The bone's mended, but don't do any strenuous work for three days; it's still new and soft. I'm going to bandage it, just to be on the safe side-- but you should be able to use the hand generally. Just--pay attention, and if it starts aching, give it a rest, all right? Move your hand a little now, let me know how it feels."

To Harry, he says "--And you should be set to speak as you like, now.I won't bind your jaw, it was only a small fracture--but don't eat hard foods, and try not to get hit in the head for a few days." ...All right, that may be a trial for Harry. Still.

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"Some do indeed," Harry agrees dryly. Look, see, he's trying not to start another fight! "And such men are not of my mind."

He nods in grateful agreement to Joly's orders, says a dutiful but sincere, "I thank you very much," and immediately sets to poking at the newly healed spot.

"By your reckoning," he says. "Who had the worse of the encounter?"

...he's just curious, okay.

Hal had been testing his wrist as bidden, moving it with an ease that surprises him; he'd been about to ask whether Joly can heal other sorts of wounds--sword-cuts, burns--with as much ease, when Harry asks his question. His indrawn breath turns into a stifled snicker. "--Yea, Doctor, pronounce: in all things there must be a victor."

Joly does laugh outright at that. "Good monsieurs, I won't pass judgement, I don't know the terms you had for the contest! --Accept what a friend of ours here says: you both fought valiantly."

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