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After being escorted to the waiting room by an orderly with no patience for Jace's wandering, the Cajun consented to seating himself on one of those hideously uncomfortable plastic chairs and cocking a brow to each nurse that bustled past in hopes that one might take a moment for him.

Seriously, he could be in and out in just a minute with all that white magic hoodoo of theirs.

In the mean time, he would gingerly shrug out of that marbled, leather coat and bar-quiver rig, and cross his healthy arm over his chest to slowly roll up the opposite sleeve of his tee-shirt. A violet bruise was starting to blossom over the spot where he'd been struck. His lip curled back in distaste, but aside from that the man showed little sign of suffering. Propping his arm up as best he could on those flimsy waiting chairs, Jace would lean his head back against the wall and let his eyes fall closed, listening to the chaos of the busy medical ward.

"Ay ay ay.." He warbled, clucking his tongue.

Joseph wasn’t too far from the waiting room, laying half conscious as a small group of mages tended to his wounds. An IV in one arm and a blood transfusion in the other, he was quite the scene. Hearing a familiar accent, he called out, “ ‘Ey Cajun, come here. You got the same past as me get over here and have a medic look at yah.”

The Goji worshiper was obviously ranting about some random a** s**t yet at the same time what did Jace have to lose to come and listen?

Jace's cobalt eyes slid open again and he cocked a thick, rust-hued brow. It had been some time since he'd encountered anyone with enough familiarity in the subtleties of accents to pinpoint where exactly he hailed from without being told.

"Heh, don' know 'ow you com' t'dat conclusion, ami, but much obliged." He pulled himself from his seat, using his dominant hand to wrap the crowbar and sheath up in his jacket to form an easily manageable bundle. Sweeping it up into his grasp, Jace rolled his neck to loosen the vertebrae as he made his way to this stranger's side and take advantage of one his his spare attendants.

One of the mages broke reluctantly away from tending to Joseph's wounds to pull up a chair for this newcomer, and then began gingerly inspecting the Acadien's mild battle injuries.

"Easy nah," Jace chuckled to the medic before turning an open, curious face to his neighbor. "D' name' Jace Benoit, pleased t'meet chu." This last syllable rolled from his tongue with a syrupy 'shh' sound, accompanied by an amiable nod.

"Mm-mm, yo' opponent sho' done a numb'r on you, no?" He grinned. "N' how did he come out lookin', ami? De'pouille I 'ope."

A laugh broke from the Cajun's throat at that response. "Ah, c'est bon! More for us dat way."

"Houston!" Jace's looked pleasantly surprised by the news. At his side, the mage had managed to diminish the contusion on his upper arm and the skeletal throbbing had ebbed a bit. "Glad t' meet chu indeed. We a long way from home, ami. Ought t' grab a drink toget'r 'fore t' next round, once you've been mended. Expect I'll be gettin' antsy waitin' on t' judges' decisions, anyway."

With Joseph fading fast, and his conversation along with it, an exhale passed through Jace's nostrils and he turned his attentions back to the medical attendant seeing to him. His arm looked good as new, felt it too, much to the Acadien's satisfaction.

"If it's not too much trouble," Jace added to the mage as he gestured to the left side of his abdomen. "Bit o' dat healing touch here, ban'ed u' my ribs pretty good."

It wasn't long after Leonard's fight before the paramedics walked into the infirmary. They were not in any hurry, as the injuries of their patient were not life threatning in the least bit. They deposited the fighter in one of the beds and left him there.

By the time Leonard regained consciouness, a beauitufl meld of science and magic had made short work of most of his injuries, his shoulder was almost completely healed though his arm had been put in a sling, and most of cut on his chest was gone. However the first thing Leonard noticed was that someone had changed him into a hospital gown and his thoughts immediately darted to his possessions.

Leonard called out for a nurse in a rather panicked state. His stuff was rather important to him. He kept calling regularly until an ugly, anoyed looking nurse arrived. The woman started by asking Leonard to refrain from disturbing the other patients before explaining that Leonard's clothes were being washed and that his equipment had been sent to his room.

Soon after a meal was taken to him, so Leonard ate some sweet, free pudding as he watched the other's shannanigans.

Of course, Thurgood isn't as lucky as Jace to have only minor injuries. Now out of REM stage, his brain is now emitting what would probably be called omega waves; the lowest level of wave the brain can emit while still being alive. Nurses are now transporting him to an operating room, one that is apparently at the other end of the infirmary.