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Ron walked into the Infirmary, his body now coursing with pain as he walked to one of the tables holding the medical items, looking through the medical supplies on it. He then sighed before he picked up the bandages, a few cotton swabs and alcohol he saw on the table and walked over to one that was clear. Ron then flinched as he put the items down while thinking back to his deal with Janus, taking off the sack on his back as well as his jacket, setting both down to reveal a few gashes on his left side from his first few fights with the Cyclopes that had chased him. The wounds were the reason he had run in the first place, since he needed to treat them before anything else, but they had opened from his recent fight that finished the Cyclopes off.

Ron then took some of the swabs and started to put alcohol on them, thinking back to his time in military school and of how they were teaching for survival tactic's as well as medical in case of being alone.

((You did that thing with the making him do something again, though it doesn't look much like it. You'll want to rewrite some parts of it, though the water part is good. just warning you for future accounts.))

Ron just looked at the gashes in confusion as he felt them cleaned, and when it was done he started to put the alcohol swabs onto them, making sure the bacteria was killed as he walked away from Ameria. He then began to take off the straps for his weapons, setting them down before he took off his shirt and began to wrap the wounds, putting the larger cotton swab's he grabbed on his wounds to help incase of bleeding or reopening. As soon as he finished he looked back at his shirt to notice the blood stains making some parts darker than most, as well as the scratches on it from before he ever found his jacket making it look tattered.
"Guess I wont be using this shirt anymore." he sighed as he tossed it over into a trash can before he opened his bag to search for his camp t-shirt.

Ron finally found his camp shirt when he heard a thump, making him turn around to find Ameria laying on one of the beds exhausted. "Well, that was expected from what you just did." said Ron as he put his shirt on, still flinching every now and then as the pain gradually got worse. "Unfortunately I don't get healed like you do when covered by water, but you did manage to help clean the wounds quicker than it would've taken, and with a less painful method than alcohol swabs. Unfortunately, however, that took a toll on you."
Ron then limped over to the same area he found the nectar at the first time he came here, opening the cabinet and taking some of it before putting some in two glasses, draining one of them while heading over to Ameria, and placing the second one beside the bed she was in. "Now then, if you don't mind, I'm going to pass out now." was all Ron said as he placed his glass on the table before he walked over to a bed on the opposite end and fell onto it unconscious.

((Yeah Ron's not waking up anytime soon, and for good reason, so it's best to just leave him.))

((normally the fact of how little sleep he's had and his body being worn down would just put a bigger amount of stress into it and would usually make him sleep for a whole day at least. For roleplaying purposes, however, I'll just let him wake up now.))
Ron woke up to a blinding pain on his left side, most likely from waking up while the body was still healing, before it went down by half from what Irok had used to keep pain obsolete to him. Ron got up as he looked around, finding himself in a tent. What was he doing there again? Ron then started thinking before he saw the name of the tent reflected off of the sun. Right, Infirmary, cyclopes and Janus. Felt to Ron like he kept running into monsters when he went out, and the fact that he broke his sword just added to the collateral. He was going to need to reforge it, but he'd have to find a way to get the metal for the runes off of the blade first so he could rewrite them. Ron then got up, his eyes continuing to look around before his eyes landed on Ameria.
"Ah, and there's the person who accompanied me here." said Ron as he walked over to his weapons and their holders, still where he dropped them, before he started putting them on, his hand settling on the hilt of his blade when it was the last thing to put on. He then drew it to look more at the damage. The runes had changed to gold, probably from Eroka returning into him, and the blade was now just a foot long, the rest of it in the scabbard. He just sighed as he sheathed it, his memories returning to when he first obtained it.

((...uh, boo?))

Ameria looked up from the floor, looked at Ron, her cheeks blooming to life faintly. She stood unsteadily, and moved to block the infermary door. "You should stay her for at least a little longer Ron. Your still hurt, and......" she paused, "and you look terrible, your face is still bruised, and cut up. Please Ron, just stay here until your face, and other injuries are better?" She titled her chin up in defiance, her sea-green eyes shifting color slightly.

(( sorry, I guess the reply didn't go through last night. sweatdrop ))

Ameria jumped slightly at the sudden move, But she stood her ground. "What would kids of Apollo say if they saw you." She muttered.