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FTEC, Monday, April 6

With the zombies gone, Martha hoped that there wouldn't be any new patients in the clinic today. She was perfectly content to finish taking care of the ones who were already there.

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For anyone who needs to talk to Martha.

Edited 2009-04-06 15:12 (UTC)

For the injured!

Please wait for him to ping in.

Please wait for her to ping in.

Did I forget anyone?

The first thing that ran through Arthur's mind as he began to wake up, sluggishly, was Promises or no promises, next time, I'll cut her bloody head off. (No, he wouldn't, but he wasn't feeling very charitable right then and there)

The next involved a great deal of pain and the words, "What happened?!", or at least an attempt at those words, which translated to a sort of low, confused whispering. His arm also hurt, and so the complaint can I not have use of my arm for one bloody month? wound up weaved into the whole mess and added to his already considerable headache.

The third thought, the one that hit Arthur like a fat horse, and that made him open his eyes rather suddenly was simply, and eloquently, oh, hell, Morgana can never find out that I got beat up by a girl.

Edited 2009-04-06 15:30 (UTC)

Martha had been checking Arthur on and off, and was very glad to see that he seemed to be waking up finally. "Hi there," she said, giving him a warm smile. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

"...what happened?" he managed. Had he been more lucid, that would have come out more decisively. But as it stood... well, Arthur was still sort of focusing on mastering focusing.

Lucky for him he'd been in this position... a couple of times before.

"You got hurt when the zombies attacked the dorm," Martha explained. "You took a nasty blow to the head, and your friend brought you in."

Arthur attempted a rather brave try at reaching for his head. Considering that was the bandaged arm, he didn't get very far. "...feel like I was smacked by a fat horse."

"I hope the zombies weren't using horses as weapons," Martha said, checking his bandages. "You're going to want to use your other arm for a while too."

His arm. When did he break his--

Oh. Right. "Bugger." Arthur had been kind of distracted by his fucking head getting hammered in by a girl. He tilted his head and tried to focus on her for a moment. "Everyone... safe?"

"For the most part. The zombies were beaten and as far as I know, everyone who was one was cured. I didn't hear about them getting into the dorms, if that makes you feel better."

"That's good," he decided, and abandoned any attempts at actually sitting up in order to get friendly with his pillow. "Wake me up when there's just one of you."

Martha laughed softly. "I'll be sure to do that. Sleep well."

He might have been overheard to mumble, "Not that two of you is bad..." before he sank back into snoring.

Oh, Arthur. Such a charmer.

Rikku was ... still kinda groggy from the pain meds. Pain meds were awesome, though. She'd take groggy. She rubbed a hand over her eyes and tried to take in ... yup, clinic. Okay. Good deal. Zombies and all that.

She tried sitting up, hesitantly, waiting to see if her knee was going to let her.

Having found out that his roommate was in the clinic, Leto thought it a proper expression of friendship to pay him a visit, even if he wasn't sure Arthur would appreciate it.

"So, how long will it take to heal this time?" Leto asked encouragingly as he entered the room.

"You were a tree," Arthur pointed out, helpfully.

It was possible his mind wasn't completely up to scratch just yet. "Useless tosser."

Yep. Definitely.

"Not by choice," Leto replied. "And clearly I was needed in my usual shape." He sat down on a chair. "How did this happen?"

"The dead came to life," Arthur offered up, "Some sorcerer was involved, I'm not privvy to the details just yet." There were also two of Leto, which wasn't nearly as nice as having two of Martha. Honestly. Because-- "Who the hell turns into a tree? Honestly, Leto, of all things..."

Of course not. Leto knew he was quite special and not to be duplicated. "I meant, how did you get hurt," he said. "I already know about the zombies."

He decided to ignore the subject of trees, hoping Arthur would get tired of the subject.

That was about as likely as Hell freezing over. When Arthur regained more of his consciousness, he would quite gleefully spend a lot of his time mentioning the fact. Because really. A tree.

"One of them bashed my head in," he said, somewhat grudgingly. He didn't mention the girl part. Nope. Never. "I'm still standing." Pause. "Or lying, whichever. Don't worry."

Why did it always have to be the arm?

"I know better than to worry about you." That should be interpreted as 'I know better than to tell you I worry about you'. Leto smiled. "I just regret that this will postpone our sparring further."

He was not going to insult Arthur by expressing too much concern about his health, and it did seem like the staff at the clinic knew what they were doing. Certainly he got better care than he would have at home.

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FTEC, Monday, April 6

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Exam 1: Arthur

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