ways_infirmary | post-fight wrap up

post-fight wrap up

It's usually a quiet job, working in the infirmary-- which is fine by Joly, given what it can mean when a doctor's busy.

But a little post-brawl patchup, well, that's no great sign of catastrophe. He smiles cheerfully enough at the two men who limp into the infirmary. "Harry! I'm glad you've come in. And-- excuse me, I don't think we've met. I'm Joly. If you would both have a seat--?" He gestures to two separate examining tables.

((OOC: post-fight infirmary visit for the two Harrys!))

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"...soft drinks. And tea." Right. Right.

Hal scratches his head a moment before dropping into an elegant bow to Joly. "I thank you again, Doctor. And Percy, do thou let me treat you to a cup of tea, when thou art at liberty. I do promise not to kiss thee."

Joly is surprised into bowing politely back. "I'm glad to meet you, Harry of Monmouth. Come back if you start feeling strange at all! Even a minor thing; it's always worth checking. And I'm sure I'll see you around Milliways."

After Monmouth's gone, Joly turns back to Harry. "Are you feeling all right? You looked a little dizzy for a moment."

"And so I was," Harry agrees. "I was struck a blow or two-- but 'twill quickly pass, I do not doubt. But I must thank you again for this kindly care," he adds, considering the other matter settled.

If there's some other matter than his fellow patrons being injured, it's rather passed Joly by. "A moment or two isn't so bad, but you've had a minor concussion-- probably nothing, if you're feeling good enough to walk around and talk, but a concussion can get worse fast. I could ask you to stay overnight for observation, but I think that really would be a bit much to bear." Just guessing here. Based on what little he knows of Harry. A Wild Hypothesis.

"But I don't want to send you off alone either. If you start feeling confused, or pass out, then you'll hardly be able to call for help about it. Can you stay with someone overnight? Feuilly, maybe? I know you've become close friends." And Joly is honestly not making any implications! He just doesn't want you blacking out in your soup, Harry.

"I, ah--" Was very likely going to spend the night with Feuilly anyway. "--I shall seek him out. And hope I shall have no need to so prevail upon him. I--" He laughs, sheepish. "Well, methinks he shall chide me well for this, and well shall I deserve it."

Joly grins a little and presses Harry's shoulder. "Well, you can scold him back, after all.--Here, let me finish getting you cleaned up." Harry's got nothing else but some almost- minor scrapes and bruises, but it's still seems foolish to let anything with a chance of infection stay untreated.

Right, that.

"I shall speak of it to him," he says, a little more seriously than Joly's light comment probably merited. But it does trouble him, that Feuilly would be hurt and wouldn't say. "Though the harm that may come of it in such a place may be small-- well, it is as you say. I would see him well, for I love him well."

Joly beams at him for that. "Which shows excellent judgement on your part. But don't worry about it too much, all right? That's my job, after all. You wouldn't drive me to idleness, would you?"

Harry snorts. "Why, you are not of Monmouth's race of princely idlers, that love nothing more than a day barren of all industry?"

Joly laughs. "I don't mind the odd industry-barren afternoon, but it grows dull very soon. Why, who is he, anyway?"

If Harry were a good friend, he'd respect Hal's obvious (though inexplicable, to Harry's mind) wish not to reveal his identity to most people he meets.

Fortunately, Harry is not.

"Why, he is heir to the throne of England," Harry says. "Prince of Wales, he. Henry, of that name the fifth-- or shall be."

And if Hal were still here, Joly would be controlling his expression to stay professional and polite.

He's not, so Harry can see a devotedly republican Frenchman's reaction to hearing that he was just secretly chatting with a King of England who, historically ,invaded France. "That was--will be-- King Henry V?!?"

That reaction is deeply, deeply gratifying. He and Hal may have punched out some of their differences, but that doesn't mean he's suddenly on board with the house of Lancaster.

"So he will," Harry says. "Though of course I know not when, nor how, nor what shall come of it."

Joly's still a little rattled. "'No outside business!' No outside business, I know, I know, but such a thing--" Joly shakes his head. "Well. Well, here, it can't matter. A patient's a patient. But thank you for telling me before I meet him again outside. --Are you two, er...?" Going to try and kill each other extra again? Buddies? What is happening here, Harry.

Er, indeed. Harry has no idea. This is why they had to go punch each other, it was easier than trying to articulate the things standing between them.

"--all is well," he says at last. "Such things as made us enemies here matter not. W-what--" Oh, this is harder to say and believe. He killed me, but it's fine? "What is done, is done. And so it must be."

Joly hasn't had as much chance to know Harry as some of his friends; but he does understand something of the problem being talked around.What's done is done, indeed. Impulsively, if still carefully, he hugs Harry for a moment, and pats him on the shoulder, smiling, as he lets go. "Thank you for not giving me reason to visit the cells again, then. I'm sure there was more than enough provocation!"

He's startled by the hug, but he'll accept it readily.

"We took great care to remain out of sight," Harry says dryly. "And 'twas indeed all done by mutual consent. The letter of the law, if not, perhaps, the very spirit."

Joly grins. "I'll spare you the lecture on kings and legalities."Harry's probably going to hear it soon anyway, but not right now. "Here, swallow these pills and drink this.-- Are you sure you're feeling steady?"

"Oh, I have had far worse," Harry says cheerfully. He takes the pills with a slightly dubious expression. Just... swallow them?

(...it takes him a couple tries.)

Joly laughs and gets Harry another glass of water. "We can always say that at least! -- Still, don't dismiss any strange symptoms you may feel. Do you want me to call anyone to meet you here? Feuilly, or someone?" ...Really just Feuilly, as far as Joly can tell, but hey, he doesn't know all of Harry's friends!

"No, no," Harry says. "You have shown more than common care. I shall call at once upon you should I feel anything but myself. And I shall to Feuilly-- but you need not fetch him hither, I can make my way so far, I do not doubt."

He reaches out to clasp Joly's arm. "I thank you."

Joly presses his hand, smiling. "It keeps me from being idle, right? --Go on, get some rest."

((ooc: thanks for the thread! Oh, Harrys.))

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