Logan to the Clinic

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty, Rory and Angela carry Logan's unconscious body into the clinic.

"Can we get a doctor here?"

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Anyone?" Rory shouts, her voice pitching wildly.

[aroseintime.livejournal.com]

Rose looks around the clinic. "Where the bloody hell is everyone?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory looks decidedly annoyed at the lack of people in the clinic. "Hell if I know," she mutters.

[chasingangela]

Angela pokes around cautiously. "There's supposed to be someone here 24 hours, right?" she asks.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but apparently they're all off celebrating," Rory says, glancing around and looking irritated. "Lets set him down on one of the cots, at least."

[chasingangela]

Angela nods, and, taking Logan's legs, helps Rory, Marty and Rose gently shift him onto a cot.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory pulls a chair over next to the cot. "You guys should go to the party," she says, brushing hair off Logan's forehead. "I'll stay with him."

[chasingangela]

"If you're sure..." Angela says, squeezing one of Rory's shoulders.

"You can call my voice mail if anything comes up, okay?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Definitely," Rory says, smiling up at Angela. "Thanks for helping, you guys. I appreciate it."

She once more looks like she's going to cry, but she turns her attention back to Logan before anyone can see for sure.

[aroseintime.livejournal.com]

"I was glad to help," Rose said with a smile.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I think I open a post in the wrong place. Hang tight]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Sad. Rory's just getting into her angst.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Actually it's the right place. I was just told to NPC Death]

Marty explains everything to Death. Death fills out the appropriate paperwork and gives Logan a painkiller to ease Rory's angst.

[OOC: That work for you guys?]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Is it okay if I stay here tonight?" Rory asks DEATH, who nods.

She curls up in the chair, and waves to her friends. "Thank you all," she says. "And if any of you get bored, bringing me coffee or food would be great," she adds, almost laughing.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Okey-doke]

Marty talks with Death and explains what happened. Death fills out the appropriate paper work and Logan is in excellent care.

[chasingangela]

"So ... time to party, huh?," Angels says, casting a last, worried glance at Rory and Logan as they leave the clinic.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles and puts his arm around Angela

"Up to you. You look exhausted."

[chasingangela]

Angela smiles. "A little, yeah. But let's go to the party for a while."

"How are you feeling?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty brushes an errant lock of hair from Angela's face.

"Relieved that you're okay."

[chasingangela]

Angela blushes a little.

"I was lucky," she says quietly. "I took out a zombie that was going for me and Rose. The whole thing would have been a lot worse without the gun."

She laughs a little, trying to lighten the moment. "So. Party?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty laughs with her.

"Party."

[OOC: Already got your thread. My mailbox is getting bombed so if if you need to get a hold of me, put MARTY in the subject line.]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: I don't need the long version, but I am sorry you got depressing news.

*hugs DEATH*]

[stykera]

[[ooc:that'll teach me to not refresh my Flist faster.]]

Sorrysorrysorry.
What happened?
I can help.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Rory says, leaping out of her chair. "Um, he got hit in the back of the head, and I think he was just put on painkillers. Anything else you can do?" she asks, slightly frantically.

[stykera]

*blinks*

Let me look, let me look.

*hunkers down to take a closer look*

He should be ok. I think. Not dying. I'd know...

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I didn't think he was. DEATH gave him some pills, and we think he's going to be fine. Just out of it for a bit," she adds, looking down at Logan.

"Is it okay with you if I stay here tonight? I've got a little setup over in that chair," she says, pointing to a chair by the cot.

[stykera]

[[ooc:stupid html...]]

*pauses for a moment to consider the idea of DEATH giving out pills and shakes his head. Death was not supposed to be people...*

Yes yes yes, stay stay. Of course.
I can make him more comfortable. Help him rest.

But the girl...*points to Phoebe in another cot* Have to help her first, not sure what's wrong have to find out...

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Rory says distractedly, holding Logan's hand.

[stykera]

*Satisfied that Phoebe was not in pain and would be resting comfortably for the night, he turned his attention back to Rory and Logan*

What was I...
*looks at Rory*
Helping. Yes.
Help him rest I said.

*kneels down next to the cot, tugging his mask aside. Most of the area covered by the mask appears to be a lot of light, not a face. Holding the mask with one hand, he held the other over Logan's face for a few moments before buckling the mask back into place*

Should be fine. Not in pain, took the pain. Needs to rest. You should rest.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory isn't even fazed by the light. Of course this guy has a face of light. Why wouldn't he?

"So, he'll be fine? In that case, I think I'm going to go get a blanket and pillow from my room, and maybe something to eat. But I'll be back."

[stykera]

*Stark nods*

Go. I will be here.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory returns, a cup of coffee in her hand, her journal and a pillow under her arm, and a blacket wrapped around her shoulders.

She pauses to gently run a finger along Logan's cheek, then curls up in the chair with her fortifications.