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 Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:03 pm
Syr Lwcan...? no... Lwc... *the man frowns as if trying to remember something* ...Lwc...
... I am... Guhh...*he winces, slipping from his elbow and clutching his wound* I am... Dafyd... Syr Dafyd y Rheged... sworn to King Urien, under the banner of the dragon...
*he glances at Luke expectantly*
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:14 pm
*Somewhere along the way, Luke's learned to take meetings like this in stride.* Alright. Well nice to meet you, Sir David y... *pats his shoulder again* Sir David. Even if it's gotta be like this.
*He looks towards the sink and back at Sir David.* You think you could keep down some water?
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:22 pm
*Sir Dafyd grunts* no...
... but I'd wager my sword I can keep down a mug of wine...
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:31 pm
Even better. We can make that happen...
*He goes to the bar and pours wine into a coffee mug, figuring it'd be better to give him that than one of those fancy wine glasses. Luke grabs his beer while he's at it.*
*Luke brings him over the wine.* Unfortunately, I think this and the Scotch are the best sedatives we've got.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:42 pm
*Dafyd peers at the mug curiously and takes a tentative sip. Satisfied, he quickly downs the rest of the mug. Setting it to the side, he lays back with a groan*
So, what's to be done with me now, Lwc?
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:47 pm
*Luke sets down his beer and levels with him.* Okay. Your wound's sewed up. Maggie took care of that. The girl, that was just in here.
*Luke frowns. The one that just passed out. Then continues.* You're in bad shape though, man. You barely just stopped bleeding... We've got a bed for you in the back. We'll let you get some rest.
*Luke points to the stretcher.* But we gotta get you on that thing. So when Bard -- the other guy -- gets back, that's what we're gonna do.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:34 pm
*Dafyd considers this for a moment and nods*
It appears I'm in your hands in any case.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:40 pm
**Enter Bard from Guest Rooms, 68**
*Bard returns, and walks quickly over to Luke and the stranger*
Maggie's in bed now. We taxed her a little too hard, but she'll be fine with a little rest.
*Bard kneels down next to the man and appraises him thoughtfully*
This first part is going to be the hardest. We've got to make sure those stitches don't come loose. I guarantee we won't be able to patch you up as nicely as Maggie did.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:43 pm
*Luke's glad to hear she's okay. And Bard's got a point. He's never even sown a patch on before, let along stitched up a person.* You're right about that.
*to Bard* I told him that we'd get him on the stretcher. *Luke brings it over, so that it's right next to Sir David.*
*looks to David and Bard* You guys ready to do this?
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:47 pm
*Dafyd nods grimly*
It cannot be worse than anything else you've done to me.
*he braces to be lifted*
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:51 pm
*Bard grabs the stranger under his arms and waits for Luke to get his legs. He looks pointedly at Luke*
After the engine, this is going to be cake. One clean lift on three... Ready?
1...2...... 3!!!
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:55 pm
*Luke hauls him up with Bard. Even with both of them lifting - this man is no sack of potatoes. Luke strains and they get him on the cot - as Bard requested - in one clean lift.*
*Luke lets out a 'woo' and says to Bard.* The hood was heavier. Not by much though.
*Luke says to Sir David.* How you doin? You okay?
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 3:21 pm
*Dafyd grimaces but nods*
If that's the worst of it, then I've nothing to fear.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 3:32 pm
*Bard takes a hold of one end of the stretcher*
Whenever you're ready, kiddo.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 3:37 pm
*Luke gets Maggie's key off the rack and walks back.* Yeah, alright, gramps, let's go. *Luke and Bard lift up the stretcher and carry Sir David down the hallway.* What did I tell you about the kiddo-skippy-scooter-booster bullshit?
*Exit Luke, Bard, and Syr Dafyd to Guest Rooms, 68*
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