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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 12:17 pm

Damn it all! As much as she didn't want to admit it Organa needed to detour from her mission and seek medical help. She had gotten into a small fight with a territorial cheetah thinking that she might be there to steal their kill. She had won but the fight left her with a gash long her back leg. At first it was just a minor nuisance, a simple flesh wound that would surely get better in a few days.

Problem is: it hadn't. In fact it had gotten worse. The pain in her leg these past few days had damn near crippled her to a crawl. The final straw being when she woke up this morning with nausea and panting uncontrollably. A sign her body was overheating despite her feeling like someone had dunked her in a frozen lake. Even with her stubborn, proud nature she knew when to draw the line and realize that this fell well beyond the limits of her crude medical knowledge.

Luckily Organa knew exactly who to turn to in this crisis. She had met the duo early in her journey to find her partner and had struck a bizarre friendship with the two. They were some of the only people she dared to say she trusted. Anytime she had gotten banged up in her quest Mal was willing to patch her up. Even if it did come at the cost of dealing with his dorky traveling companion hovering over her the entire time she visited. With her temper being shorter than normal she hoped for Amadi's sake that he would be smart enough to avoid contact with her this visit or he could expect a swipe across the nose to prove her point on needing space.

Tracking them down had been an easy enough job. The pair of rogues were the very opposite of subtle. It had taken less than a day of asking everyone she came across if they had seen two gray idiots trying to charm any females with loose morals for her to pin point exactly where they had gone.

Squinting Gan scanned dried river bed carefully looking for any signs of the two males. She had to say it was odd to find them not out and about. For once it seemed they had elected to take a break and hide themselves away.

Well, there was one easy way to fix that. Sucking in a deep breath she raised her voice to it's maximum volume, echoing her summons throughout the river bed. "MALPHAS! I need a word with you!"

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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 1:54 pm

After spending weeks constantly on foot either working with patients he came across or enjoying the chase of a female for the night Malphas was quite relieved to be officially away on vacation. Why his younger companion might have been more anxious and very vocally reluctant to stop and rest for a bit citing that there was, "Far too much they'd be missing out on." Mal ultimately ended any further argument by flopping down in the shade and stubbornly refusing to move from his spot. Amadi didn't take being overruled well to say the least and had stomped off to continue on by himself. Mal didn't worry too much about him being gone and had no intentions of going to track him down at this moment. He knew the boy could handle himself and with their strong loyalty to each other it was only a matter of time before either Amadi came back or Mal grew bored and caught up with him.

Until then he was going to take full advantage of being on his own. He had every intention to just sit back, relax, and enjoy the peace and quiet.

Or at least he was till the ear-splitting banshee shriek jolted him awake from his nap. God damn it! Could he be free from random bullshit for one day? Just one. That's all he asked. Grumbling to himself the gray male lifted himself up from his spot. Already he mourned the comfort and warmth he'd been enjoying moments before. But there was only one female he knew that had a set of lungs like that. With her bratty attitude she didn't have much patience for waiting. If he didn't go show his face and acknowledge she was there, she'd soon be down here dragging him unceremoniously out from his hiding spot.

Sighing softly he rolled his shoulders, gearing up for the battle ahead. Better go see what the combat nun wanted.

Peering his head out from the literal hole he housed himself in Mal peered up to where Organa waited. Oh joy, oh rapture! It was his lucky day! The combat nun seemed to be in a even worse mood than usual! He swore if you looked closely that you could see the dark storm cloud that always seemed to follow this particular lioness around. "You know there is a such a thing called greeting someone politely especially when you want something from them. It works a lot better than your method of screaming until you get results. Perhaps you should try it sometime." The bored drawl in his voice expressed his unamusement towards the petite ball of anger currently glaring down at him. Like always she was proving herself to be a major pain in the a**.

Pausing for a moment he exited his temporary home, coming out to face his guest head on. "So, what kind of trouble did you manage to get yourself in this time, Gan?"

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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 3:44 pm

Damn, she was coming off a bit harsh wasn't she? He didn't deserve the brunt of her wrath given that
1. He wasn't at fault for getting her into this mess. She could thank her own dumb a** for that.

2. He was the only bloke willing to go out of his way to help her out.

Her gaze and posture softened now that she had a large humility check. She checked her attitude before she drove away the only ally she had right now.

Sliding down the side of the river bed even with as much care as she could manage only inflamed her injury. Letting out a low hiss her legs gave way from under her leaving her on her rump as soon as she reached the bottom. "I apologize for my lack of manners. Afternoon, Mal. Nice weather we're having. How are the wife and kids?" Her tone had dramatically relaxed though the sarcasm dripping from it was undeniable. Most would have been extremely put off by the lioness' lack of social grace. Yet in all honestly she was as close to friendliness as she could be being in this amount of pain.

She was extremely thankful that when Mal went into work mode he was extremely blunt and got right to the point. Most disagreed with his bedside manner but she preferred it. It made things a hell of a lot easier. "My leg. I got into a fight, I know it's not broken but it's been days and it hasn't healed a bit. I think it might have gotten infected."

A frown formed as she lowered herself to the ground, pressing her body to the cool dirt to hopefully relieve some of her body heat. Her panting returning in full force only confirmed to her that setting her pride aside and seeking professional attention was, in fact, the right thing to do.

"Mal..." She struggled to find the correct way of putting her situation in retrospect without any sarcasm or malice. In all honesty if she didn't feel that her life could be on the line then you were more likely to find Organa willingly drinking poison than to beg someone for help. Yet, here she was in humiliating situation. Oh if the pride could see her now. "Please. I've tried to fight this off but this is beyond what I can fix. I'll pay you whatever you want. Just...will you help me?"

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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 6:23 pm

He elected to ignore her smart a** remarks. At the very least she had gotten herself in check and he didn't have to deal with a female on a war path. Well, at least not today. With the rate his life was going anything could happen.

He raised an eyebrow at her weak plea for help. Well damn, the b***h had humility and knew how to say please after all! He was highly tempted to go off and get Amadi to share in this remarkable occasion or if he should actually help her.

Hmm, decisions, decisions.

Ah...well she did ask oh so nicely. Perhaps rewarding her for her efforts would finally teach her that you attract a lot more flies with honey than vinegar. But this was the combat nun he was speaking about so he didn't expect much.

Stepping over to her he scanned her form meticulously. Resting the back of his paw against her forehead before moving it down to her belly he let out a low hum. His attention moved down to her paws, one of his toes running across the pads of her feet to confirm that they were wet with sweat. High fever then. Hopefully it was mild enough that he could have her sweat it out. "Do you feel like you're cold?" Dammit. Her curt nod was...honestly something he was hoping wasn't the case. She was experiencing signs of extreme infection. If she didn't get something in her system to combat it soon then most likely it would spark septic shock within a matter of days and kill her.

The thought of her dying shot a jolt of panic through his system. As much of a b***h she was and how much they argued Mal had grown to accept her into his life and dare say even had grown fond of her. Plus Amadi was rather taken with her. Convinced that he could charm her over and have her swooning if he just kept at it. He'd never be able to hear the end of it if she died in his care.

Moving around to her backside he lifted her leg gingerly, examining the gash marks that no doubt was the source of this mess. His mind raced to create a checklist and prioritizing what steps he needed to take. First he'd need to start getting her eating as much fernleaf as he could. Thank the gods he had enough insight to stock up recently. He knew he had some Marigolds lying around that he could use as a salve in the wound. He could apply it once he had clean out the wound properly and dressed it. After that move her to somewhere she could rest. Get her full of fluids and plenty of protein. He was certain that at some degree she was malnourished....and on that note get her something for nausea. Filling her up would be useless if she puked it right back up.

Setting her leg back down he rushed back to the hole where he had been occupying. In it he had stashed his precious travel satchel safe to keep it safe from thieves and vermin. He couldn't deny that they had some dirty work ahead of them. These next few hours weren't going to be pleasant for her. If she had any chance of surviving this then he'd have to be extremely aggressive in tackling this infection.

Even with all his tools and knowledge. After he had done all he can it was still a massive gamble.

Time would prove if it was enough.

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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2017 12:18 am

Days had come and gone since Organa first arrived at Mal's doorstep. After a few long, torturous hours of him prepping and tending to her wound she had been unceremoniously dragged to a cave where she'd be safe for the time being. Afterwards she was instructed to eat enough fernleaf that she could have been reclassified as a herbivore. Amadi returning from where ever he had decided to steam off his anger did provide a much needed distraction for Organa. He motivated her to push herself further in her recovery each day.

Everything was going relatively well...till she took a expected turn for the worse one evening. Organa had completely blacked out from her fever reaching it's peak and ravaging her body. When she started to seize Mal had shoved Amadi out on his a** out of the cave so he could focus on keeping her stabilized without the added distraction of his friend freaking out. When she finally woke up from the near-death incident even the normally calm doctor had to send a small thanks to whatever god what looking after her that day.

Despite the ups and downs in her recovery Organa did mange to pull through. It would still be a good number of weeks of intense physical therapy sessions from Mal with the support of Amadi before she was back to 100%. But the important thing was that she would live and be able to make damn good recovery. Only leaving with a limp in her walk.

One good thing to come out of the ordeal was a tighter bond between all three of them. Organa had even caught herself making excuses to prevent her from leaving their company just a bit longer. Still, as much as she was enjoying herself her mission still loomed in the back of her mind. With this amount of time off his trail she would be set back to square one again. If she didn't provide some results soon then she feared the council would send another in her place. Trying to return and explain what took her so damn long was not a experience Gan wanted to have.

When the time came for the trio to part ways again it was more difficult than any of them could imagine. Amadi made outlandish promises in hopes to convince her to stay before admitting defeat, swearing he'd one day tie her down. Organa merely scoffed at his dramatic performance before bidding him good bye with a gentle nuzzle and a promise she'd come visit him soon. Organa and Mal...after this had developed a unspoken respect and agreement with each other. They still refused to admit this newfound development out-loud, and still took every opportunity to troll each other.. There departure consisted of a brief hug before he ruffled her hair, teasing that next time she decides to get herself hurt to find another doctor to take care of her dumb a**.

Course there was no way after this that Organa would let another healer touch her and that was honestly just fine with Mal. As she set off back onto her mission Organa vowed to come visit the two idiots she was growing to love more often than just when there was an emergency.

She dared to hope that she would be successful soon so she could rejoin them on a more permanent basis.

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