Curtis and Edgar, initial treatment and visiting hours

[simon_doctor]

It's been a rough day for Curtis and Edgar. Fortunately, the Milliways infirmary is definitely set up to handle hypothermia and exposure.

[Icon above notwithstanding, Simon Tam is not actually appearing in this thread.]

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[athelstanthescribe]

"I saw it", he says with a nod. "But it didn't seem a very good time to get underfoot."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Probably wasn't," he agrees, cheerfully enough. "Sort of a mad mob, from what they tell me."

[athelstanthescribe]

"And many of you needing to be in here as soon as possible", he agrees. "Did the weather change so suddenly?"

[hate_gettin_older]

"Hell yes. It was warm when I went outside, I din't even take a fuckin scarf."

[athelstanthescribe]

"It's spring time", he agrees. "Even in the far north of Britain, a sharp change to snowfall like that is unusual."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Yeah?" He takes another swallow of soup.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes." He nods. "Snow is hardly unusual, but not often without warning."

[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar shakes his head. "Something else weird about this place, then."

[athelstanthescribe]

"One of the long, long list." He smiles wryly. "Is there anything you need, that I can bring you?"

[hate_gettin_older]

"They're looking after us all right in here, but -- could I ask you to look in on Nitwit, maybe? In the stables?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"Ah." He looks awkward. "Nitwit is - in the paddock outside the stables now. She's fine, all the animals are, but they need a little... rebuilding."

[hate_gettin_older]

"The fire, yeah?" Edgar says, his face darkening a little. "William told me."

[athelstanthescribe]

"The fire", he confirms with a nod. "We can only be thankful it was set in empty stalls."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Do they know who set it?" And that's positively grim.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Not yet. I understand Security are looking into it, and that there's a quite formidable woman in charge now."

He hasn't met X, but Javert called her competent. That says it all.

[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar nods. (He's met X. "Formidable" is a good word.)

"Hope I'm out of here by the time they catch the bastard," he mutters.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Don't get yourself arrested as well", Athelstan warns, only half-lightly - because he can understand that urge.

[hate_gettin_older]

He grins crookedly. "Do my best not to."

[athelstanthescribe]

"As I say", he returns to the previous line of conversation, "she wasn't hurt and she's in the paddock with the horses - but of course I'll visit her."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Thanks, man."

He shifts in bed, wincing a little, and stretches to set down his empty mug on the bedside table.

[athelstanthescribe]

"How are you feeling?" Athelstan asks, a little worried by the wincing - because as far as he knew, Edgar was only suffering from the cold, not injured besides that.

[hate_gettin_older]

"Eh, better. Feet still hurt, but they tell me that'll pass."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Did you hurt them? Or is it just the blood coming back into them that still hurts?"

[hate_gettin_older]

"Froze em a bit," and there's just a touch of brittle tension under the offhanded tone. "Doctor says they'll be all right, though."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan nods. "Then I'm sure they will be. The doctors here can do wonderful things."