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 Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:02 pm
He set the materials back down just as unconsciously, organizing the bindings into something presentable again. Clean work space, clean mind, clean hands.
"I didn't say that," Jack told her with a narrow-eyed look. "I can appreciate their efficiency without agreeing with it. Of course it bothers me that this is what their price is. Of course it ******** bothers me that while we're out here risking our lives, the king is nowhere to be seen. But there's nothing we can do about it now except hope that we can make something of ourselves while we're still alive."
His hands went to the water basin next, always cleansing. His armor was stained with blood and needed to be washed with a cloth lest he contaminate someone else while working.
"It's Jack, by the way," he said in passing. "Seeing as I always seem to find one of you out there, we might as well be on a first name basis."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:11 pm
Chel didn't give her name. He wasn't someone who had earned it.
"Don't talk as if you know me," she snarled, standing up from the bed and once again being floored by the infection on her leg. "Fix this already," she barked.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:15 pm
Shun narrowed his eyes at the two, folding his arms over his chest.
"Searched all over the damn place and could not find a trace of the King. Something is not right. At all," he murmured before moving to take a look at some of the available medical supplies. He didn't need much.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:31 pm
Rolling his eyes to the ceiling, Jack grabbed bindings and alcohol, tucking the former under his arm so that he could grab her leg (jerk it up, more like); sometimes patients would kick him while he worked, intentionally or not. Alcohol was liberally applied to the infected wound, and he hoped it stung as much as he knew it could. (Gawain's pledge was of salvation and preservation, but nowhere did it say he had to be kind about it.)
"No s**t," he grunted. "If I didn't think I'd get immediately struck down, I'd go corner one of the Great Knights and demand a better explanation of what's been going on. What else is being hidden from us?"
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:33 pm
Chel spent this post whining and hissing because OW.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 1:59 pm
Shun mumbled lowly, "A lot, probably. We are not true knights yet."
He found a roll of bandages. Picking it up, he shifted his gauntlet off so that his fingers were mobile, then began to wrap up a part of his leg.
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