Did I make it? (open)

[Stryker]

Third time's the charm. But it still felt strange to call him by his first name only. "Why are you rifling through his belongings?" she asked, slightly put off by the badger's behavior. Here she was trying to take care of a ferret with a broken footpaw, and the Badgerlord, the Badgerlord of Salamandastron, was not helping. At all.

The Badger Lord stared at her as though it were an obvious thing. "Checkin' fer weapons, battle plans, anythin' to hint about this creature's past that he hasn't already told me. Besides, why would I let 'im keep wearing his armor? Only beasts who plan on doin' some fightin' wear armor."
Yeesh, wasn't this sort of thing obvious? Well, perhaps not to poor little Vicky, she knew nought of fighting and slaying, but of helping and healing. Braythe set the pack down, not having found anything interesting. Instead, he pretty much sat and watched her work, not quite understanding why she'd just tied two planks of wood to the ferret's leg.
Seemed kinda pointless to him, but then again, he was a Badger Lord and NOT a healer of any sort. If anything, he was a breaker, a destroyer, a crusher. ANYTHING but a healer.

[Cross]

The Badger Lord stared at her as though it were an obvious thing. "Checkin' fer weapons, battle plans, anythin' to hint about this creature's past that he hasn't already told me. Besides, why would I let 'im keep wearing his armor? Only beasts who plan on doin' some fightin' wear armor."

Oh, yes, that was obvious. Invade the personal space and privacy of an unconscious, injured beast to make sure your well-guarded mountain, filled with fighting hares armed to the teeth, was safe from the unconscious, injured creature. Made perfect sense. It was clear to the satin mouse that she wasn't going to dissuade the Badgerlord, so she simply attended to her work, wondering how in the world she was going to get the ferret up to the infirmary without Braythe having a fit.

Finally finished, she rubbed the exposed part of the ferret's broken foot, trying to assess just how many bones had been broken. It felt like many. Her dainty paws slid gently over the ruined flesh, as she bit her lip in slight apprehension. Braythe was going to hate her for this.

"He'll need a cast," she murmured, setting the ferret's paw down. "And rest. He can't go anywhere like this. It's best for him to, um, s-stay here for awhile . . ." A cool sea breeze whipped up, and she had to roll down the oversized sleeves of her uniform. She braced herself for Braythe's reaction, hoping, praying, that he wouldn't be mad at her for the ferret's situation.

[.:Fawn:.]

"He'll need a cast," she murmured, setting the ferret's paw down. "And rest. He can't go anywhere like this. It's best for him to, um, s-stay here for awhile . . ." A cool sea breeze whipped up, and she had to roll down the oversized sleeves of her uniform. She braced herself for Braythe's reaction, hoping, praying, that he wouldn't be mad at her for the ferret's situation.

Stay here for a while? Oh no, that wasn't happening.

Braythe immediately shook his head, jaw set firm as though prepared to argue his point until the cows come home. "He can't. I don't care if I gotta carry 'is sorry carcass to Redwall, he ain't stayin' in Salamandastron. I'm NOT gonna be the only Badger Lord in the history of Badger Rulers that let a ferret walk in right through the front flippin' door." Even if Braythe's level of...nobility and wiseness were virtually nonexistent, even he had the good sense to know that letting a ferret into Salamandastron was a big no no.
Unless it was a dead ferret.

Even if Seig Averi looked dead, he wasn't, which meant he wasn't getting inside that mountain without a fight.

"We'll take 'im to Redwall or find some little cottage or somethin'... Anythin' but keep 'im stay here."

[Cross]

"He can't. I don't care if I gotta carry 'is sorry carcass to Redwall, he ain't stayin' in Salamandastron. I'm NOT gonna be the only Badger Lord in the history of Badger Rulers that let a ferret walk in right through the front flippin' door."

"But, sir, he's--" Vicky was cut off by Braythe's next interjection.

"We'll take 'im to Redwall or find some little cottage or somethin'... Anythin' but keep 'im stay here."

"S-sir, I know he's a . . . vermin, but he's wounded," the tattooed mouse protested weakly. "Redwall is too far. He needs medical attention now. . . Sir." She knew she was losing the argument, but it was worth a shot. After all, she needed the experience of healing broken bones, and Roseleaf would berate her endlessly for backing down, even from Braythe. Especially when it concerned a wounded creature.

She looked up at the big badger, her green eyes searching his bronze ones. They had something in common, a dislike of vermin. She empathized with him on that point, but the healing arts weren't particular to certain species. All bodies functioned in the same way, more or less, and she wouldn't deny proper care to a beast who'd done her no harm.

[.:Fawn:.]

"Redwall is too far. He needs medical attention now. . . Sir." She knew she was losing the argument, but it was worth a shot. After all, she needed the experience of healing broken bones, and Roseleaf would berate her endlessly for backing down, even from Braythe. Especially when it concerned a wounded creature.

Braythe's brows furrowed darkly, the big beast obviously trying to come up with a solution that would appease them both. He personally did not want that ferret setting foot inside the mountain, but Victiore, being the kind-hearted creature that she was, couldn't very well ignore the injured ferret, especially not with him passed out by their feet. On one paw, it was kind of Braythe's fault the ferret was injured in the first place.
Stupid ferret never should've come here, He inwardly growled, resorting to obnoxiously blaming the ferret. Gahhhhh. His reputation was going to hit rock bottom either way – they were going to dislike him for turning away an injured ferret, but they were going to dislike him even more for bringing the injured ferret into the mountain stronghold. Damn.

Then he had an idea. A deceitful idea, but it could quite possibly end up working out for both him AND Vicky. We'll sneak him in Salamandastron. Perfect. They could cover the ferret in a cloth of some sort, and sneak him to the infirmary – a private section, mind you – where Victiore and the other healers could fix the ferret's leg.
Of course, Braythe would force them to take an oath of secrecy on this whole thing, considering if word got out that there was an injured soldier ferret in the infirmary, the cadets, recruits and even some ranked officers would come flooding in to see if the rumors were true. Braythe's face scrunched up at the thought.

”Wait right here,” his gruff response able to be heard above the sudden breeze and the waves churning in the background.

It was a good 5 minutes before Braythe the Savage returned, but at least this time he wasn't without a few...necessary things. The first thing was a cart used to haul in the logs for Salamandastron's numerous fireplaces, the second thing was a large black sheet they could use to cover the cart with. Letting go of the handle, Braythe pulled the sheet out of the cart, revealing two neat rows of logs lining the floor of the little wooden cart.
”We can put 'im in here and take him to the infirmary without somebeast noticin'.” Cautiously the Badger Lord eyed her, hopeful that she would approve of this plan – it was the only one he had, after all, that didn't involve putting the ferret 'out of his misery'.

[Cross]

Vicky's expression was one of barely-concealed exasperation and worry. Oh, Roseleaf was going to have her tail for this! Bringing a vermin with a broken paw which Braythe had caused into the infirmary. The hare maid might even blame Vicky for letting the Badgerlord actually step on the ferret. Oh, raspberries . . .

How Braythe had even gotten that cart up here was beyond her. And how they'd not been noticed yet was further beyond her. It was surely a matter of time before somebeast became suspicious. Letting out a muffled groan, the little mouse gathered the supplied she would need, her actions quite frantic, but still controlled enough to where she wasn't trembling entirely.

Vicky hovered around the bed in which Braythe had laid the ferret. Poor thing was still quite unconscious, and he looked rather pale. She set about making a cast, hoping her on-the-spot splint would hold up until she was done. She visibly jumped at the sound of footsteps coming closer. Moving the curtain concealing the bed to one side a little, the mouse would have paled if she wasn't already so starkly white.

"Um, y-yes?" she stammered, still holding the curtain tightly, hoping nobeast would see the ferret on the bed.

[Stryker]

"Um, y-yes?" she stammered, still holding the curtain tightly, hoping nobeast would see the ferret on the bed.

"Because you seem to be guarding this particular bed like a very persistent little guard dog, I'm going to inform you that this bed is actually reserved for another patient. A cadet is coming in to get his tonsils removed early tomorrow morning; this particular room of the infirmary is reserved for patients recovering from surgery. Patients needing casts and emergency treatment are in the other room."

Azryel Black did not inquire who her patient was, nor did he try to peek behind the curtain. Honestly, he didn't care. It was probably some creature that wasn't supposed to be Salamandastron, or a creature that was injured so horrendously that emergency treatment would be needed regardless of the room they were in. The gaunt-faced hare eyed Victiore Fawn, half wondering if she would tell him the truth if he stared at her long enough, or if she could easily lie to his face as he could lie to hers.

"Just a cautionary word of advice, Ms. Fawn. The next time you try to sneak a patient into this infirmary uninvited, try using something a little less...suspicious. Something other than a cart used for carrying firewood." The doctor's gray eyes flashed eerily. He wasn't an idiot. There were only two or three creatures in the entir emountain that could lift that cart up the stairs, and Victiore was not one of them. Her accomplice was probably that idiot of a Badger Lord, and considering those two were working together, Braythe had probably done something horrible or completely uncalled for.
Victiore, being the kind, sensitive creature that she is, just 'couldn't bear to see the poor beast suffer', and dragged him or her back to their NON-Vermin-loving mountain, which brought them to this moment.

The hare scratched his chin, turning to go back to his desk -- unless she needed help, his work he was pretty much done.

[Tulian Solum]

Darkness....was he dead? All he could hear was quiet trundling, metal clinking, and grunting. Did the dark forest become a castle now? Slowly clenching and unclenching his fists he nodded in his mind. He could still feel, so he wasn't dead yet. All he remembered was the badger holding him...So why wasn't he dead?

Wisely Seig kept still with his eyes closed as he was slowly lifted and set on something soft. Ever so slowly he pressed down with his wrists to see what was below him. Felt like a bed, and the softness around his head reinforced this. But his chest felt oddly light, the badger must have removed his equipment, but why did he keep seeing the badger with a long while tail....tail....oh right, that little mouse. The stammering one that was trying to help, seemed to help a little since he wasn't dead.

Twitching his tail as his foot was moved he clenched his teeth behind his lips, just managing to keep from giving any outward signs other than the tail twitch. There came the memories, the badger had stepped on his foot and crushed it. The memories were then followed by the pain as his foot was casted, but by now his mind had become mostly numb to the pain so he was able to keep still.

Eventually his foot was set down and other voices brought up. Slowing opening his eyes he could see the upright ears of a air over the small mouses shoulder. Looking around his small room slowly he nodded a little. He must be in the mountain, unless they could erect such a station on the sands, which would be impressive. Glancing down at his casted foot he nodded a little and sighed happily, resting back into the bed, this was definitely a nice turn of events since the meeting with the badger...

[Cross]

"Because you seem to be guarding this particular bed like a very persistent little guard dog, I'm going to inform you that this bed is actually reserved for another patient. A cadet is coming in to get his tonsils removed early tomorrow morning; this particular room of the infirmary is reserved for patients recovering from surgery. Patients needing casts and emergency treatment are in the other room."

_{"Ohhhhh . . . Winter's Ice,"} Victiore's voice was barely audible as she used a far more pleasant expletive rather than the unladylike curse she'd have preferred to use at the sight of Azryel Black. Why Black? Why now? "Um, I . . . Roseleaf didn't mention the--"

"Just a cautionary word of advice, Ms. Fawn. The next time you try to sneak a patient into this infirmary uninvited, try using something a little less...suspicious. Something other than a cart used for carrying firewood." The doctor's gray eyes flashed eerily.

Gods above, those eyes! Vicky's paw flew to her collarbone as she flinched back slightly, her own green orbs darting to the side. "I . . . h-he was . . . I-I d-didn't know what--" she stopped, letting out a small noise of hopelessness. Oh, what did it matter? Black wasn't stupid. She rubbed the bridge of her snout and sighed. "Y-yes, I'll . . . keep that in mind. Thank you, Lieutenant."

The little mouse had resigned to the fact she would not be getting any peace today quite some time ago. It was probably around the moment when Braythe had stepped on the ferret's foot. Or perhaps it'd been earlier, when the badger had threatened to launch the ferret into the sea. And of course, her peace had been further trampled upon by the dark storm cloud of a doctor, Azryel.

Yet, she couldn't take care of this ferret alone. Braythe was gone to put the cart away, quite pleased that his plan had 'worked' thus far. (Vicky would never have the heart to tell him he'd been found out so easily.) And she certainly couldn't move the ferret on her own, even if she could get that cast set properly. Running her paw over her forehead, she took a deep breath. Okay, Vicky, you can do this. She noticed Black turn to leave and spoke up before she lost her nerve.

"Excuse me, Dr. Black," she called, mustering up what was left of her destroyed self-confidence. "Unless you're busy, could you--would you help me for a moment? I can't really get the, um, the patient into a different room by myself." If he refused, Vicky considered going to look for Roseleaf, although the infirmary keeper might be at lunch by now.

[Stryker]

"Excuse me, Dr. Black," she called, mustering up what was left of her destroyed self-confidence. "Unless you're busy, could you--would you help me for a moment? I can't really get the, um, the patient into a different room by myself." If he refused, Vicky considered going to look for Roseleaf, although the infirmary keeper might be at lunch by now.

Azryel gave a wordless nod, setting down his notebook and sliding the quill into it's middle to save his place. He should've expected her asking him for help, considering a mouse carrying a ferret from one bed to another wasn't exactly an easy task for one of her size and species -- but he'd been preoccupied with something, he generally always was. "If you're in pain, ferret, don't hold your tongue. Though this mountain is not known for taking in creatures collectively known as vermin, it is against Salamandastron's moral code to refuse help to a beast in need." Those words probably would've been more reassuring if they'd been said with any feeling at all. Though this was the only moral code he could readily say he shared with Salamandastron, he certainly didn't show it very easily. Easing the ferret into a sitting position, he slung one of his thin arms beneath Seig's shoulder blades, the other sliding beneath the back of Seig's knees to lift him off the bed like an overgrown dibbun. It was an odd sight, but one that unfortunately confirmed Azryel Black's strength belied his physical appearance. He did not look capable of lifting an entire beast off the bed, but the fact that he was did not pose much of a surprise. Black tended to give off the air of 'just because I don't do something, doesn't mean I CAN'T'.

"Has he eaten anything?" Asked Black, setting Seig down carefully into the new and unreserved bed -- especially cautious concerning Seig's completely shattered footpaw. Black didn't want the ferret ingesting any more pain medicine (If he'd had any to begin with) on an empty stomach.

((Is Black a good worker? Yes. Is he good company? xD absolutely not. LOL. Does he know all? He certainly likes to think so, but when you're as perceptive as he is, you just tend to notice things somebeasts don't. I'm not trying to make him all...god-mode-y, I swear!))

[Cross]

Vicky helped situate the ferret's footpaw as Black laid him in the new bed. At least the cast seemed to be doing alright. It still needed to set properly, but it would work. She was glad for that.

"Has he eaten anything?"

"Not that I know," the mouse replied. But he really should, if it's been awhile. Or he should at least drink something. She hadn't given the ferret any pain meds, figuring since he'd already passed out from the pain, he was doing okay. "I was, uh, about to make him some broth once I finished with the, ah, the cast."

((Urg, so much shortness tonight.))

[Tulian Solum]

Watching the tall thin hare and the petite mouse talk back and fourth Seig sat up a little straighter as he listened. This was defiantly an interesting little episode here. Was the mouse new to healing or the mountain? Or did this hare have a history of being spooky? Of course the mouse had been this way on the sand, but he had just assumed it was from the badger. Humming a little Seig shrugged, the mouse must just not be used to conflict.

The hare on the other hand, looked like a creature that could get things done. His build showed that he didn't waste time with living a comfortable lifestyle, Seig could respect that. And his tone showed that he was clearly a no-nonsense sort of healer, what you needed when lives were on the line. He did seem a bit off, but he clearly had a lot of experience, so the oddness didn't upset Seig in the slightest.

Looking up as the hare he had been examining addressed him he nodded. "Very well sir, but needless yelling and complaining is never needed, and I've become numb to the pain now." Shrugging his shoulders to stretch them out as the hare picked him up. He had heard the small mouse call him Black, was that his name or a nick name? Better not risk it, if the hare was this strong then he could not assume anything about him. Nodding in thanks as he was despoiled on the bed he shook his head at his question.

Raising his foot so the mouse could put it in an inclined position he settled back into the bed a little. From how his foot looked from here it was fairly clear that he would not be getting up in awhile. Looking at the mouse as she quietly replied he smiled and bowed his head a little to her, then to the hare. "Thank you Sir and Mam for your aid."

(Sorry Jan for Seig going right to Black but its just in his character D: *hugs*.)