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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[stykera]

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*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.