Quinten Log 149 - 19 07 2006

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Salamandastron: Infirmary

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This is the infirmary for the long patrol. This room is one of the most

well lit rooms in the whole of Salamandastron, with several candles placed

strategically along the shelves and cupboards. Many wooden beds line the

walls of this room, each outfitted with impeccably clean white linen

sheets. This unfortunately limits the walking space in this room. Where

there are not beds there are shelves and cabinets that hold a variety of

different medical equipment, mostly needles and bandages. A single stone

sink is firmly lodged into one of the counters. The sink is not fancy, in

fact it is quite awkward. It is a necessity, nonetheless. An open closet

is in the corner of the room, storing a surplus of compact cots, in the

unusual case of mass injuries. The room usually has several nurse hares in

it, roaming around tending to various injuries.

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Freddie lies in one of the bed chatting quite happily with one of the volunteered helpers around the room, head's bandaged up as is his side and a nice lump of more bandages on his right footpaw though harder to see that because of the blanket on him, seems to be part way through a cup of tea with a good number of herbs in it.

Quinten walks into the Infirmary with his clipboard in paw, writing on the paper attached to it. It is nothing more then a board of carved wood with a large metal clip attached to the top so nothing fancy. He stops by Fred's bed and smiles down at him. "Morning Fred."

Freddie looks round and back up at Quinten, giving him a smile back "I'd say more afternoon myself, of course can always go for the safe option and just go with hello"

Quinten looks up and nods, "Aye....guess ye might be right was down in the library working on putting back together but they chased me out to get a break so i thought i'd come see how you where."

Freddie shakes his head a little "I heard it's a real mess in there, hope not too much got destroyed and lost" nothing said on how he is.

Quinten nods, "Things aare salvagable...don't think anything was really lost so far, we are lucky they didn't torch it."

Freddie nods slowly but soon stops and takes a sip from his drink "Good to hear that, I'm sure everyone will get the place straightened out again in no time"

Quinten smiles and winks, "Aye whilst you lazy hares lounge around up here being fed tea and cake whilst we all work away."

Freddie laughs loud once before it turns into a choke of pain and he curls on himself slightly, a paw pressing against his side, blinking a couple of times as he gets his breath back and nods a little, slightly pained grin forming "Tea and cakes, expect it all clean when I get out"

Quinten places a paw on Fred's shoulder, "You ok Fred you don't look so good there...need me to get the healer?"

Freddie slowly settles back on his pillows and nods with a small sigh before his smile returns "I'm fine, migh' just have tah lay off laughing until my side's healed up though"

Quinten nods his head and shifts, "Greg must be fretting something terrible with you in here like this." He speaks softly so his voice will not carry. "He was down in the forge the other day, i made some handles for those death bringers he calls hammers."

Freddie smirks a little and shakes his head "He's a worry wort, if he had his way he'd be sat in here everyday" he gives a light chuckle at the mention of the hammers though "If he liked those things anymore I'd consider them competition"

Quinten can't help but laugh out loud at Freddie's last comment which draws him a couple of stern looks. His ears tinge red and he leans down to Freddie. "He is a bit obessed with them....why does he like them so much?"

Freddie chuckles and just gives a wave to those beasts with the stern looks, shaking his once more "Oh you know, he made them, they're entirely his, scarily enough they're probably as close to kids as he's ever going to get, he wants them to be just perfect" smirk "I don't really try to understand him and them most of the time"

Quinten laughs softly and nods his head, "Oh aye? Well tha is an interesting take on it...i figured he was going like the rest of the forge beasts in this mountain, a tad strange." He winks at the other buck and chuckles.

Freddie breaks out in a grin once more "I think he was already a tad strange before he started working in there, it just shows more now, still he's happy doing the work, keeps him out of trouble"

Quinten nods his head, "AYe more then can be said for me, i'm always walking into trouble it seems"

Freddie tilts his head and just looks at Quinten for a moment before smiling once more "No you don't, trouble happens to everyone, it's a fact of life"

Quinten laughs softly and shakes his head, "Come on Fred you know me, you've seen my record."

Freddie puts his tea to one side and rests his paws together on his stomach "Nope, not seen anyone's record, you're free to tell me though and continue on your little guilt trip"

Quinten chuckles softly and wags a paw under fred's nose. "Ahhh i was joking Fred come on."

Freddie smirks and goes to bat the paw away from him "Well I'm not, all I know is a few things Greg's told me"

Quinten withdraws his paw and chuckles, "Aye well lets just say i have a habit of stumbling into things."

Freddie just continues to smile from his bed and shake his head "Well stop it then, you'll get by, the rest of us manage somehow"

Quinten shakes his head and chuckles, "You kidding? The demoted me once already i'm not putting a foot out of place unless someone orders me to do so."

Freddie nods and takes back up his drink again, give it another sip, nose wrinkling slightly, amount of herbs in it it tasted bad enough when it was warm "Good idea, stick to that and keep training"

Quinten eyes the grimace on Fred's muzzle and grins, "Want me to top that up for you? The healers gunk always tastes revolting cold."

Freddie looks up to Quinten and offers the drink over "Was at least bareable when it was warm, look forwards to fighting for grub in the mess again"

Quinten laughs softly and walks over to the fireplace, emptying the cold tea into a bucket and refilling the cup with warm steaming herbal tea from the teapot over the stove. "Ye got to be joking Fred...ye never have to worry about fighting for Grub down there."

Speaking of grub or shall we say, not a lot of it for quite a while. It's been quite a while since Jarril has suddenly left the abbey from the news he had heard, making his way back across country with Flaxpaw and Harper. Leaving the recruits to do something like rest and eat, Jarril has made his first port of call to check out the infirmary as he quickly enters and looks about, the major looking a lot thinner, not eating that much during the journey back home. Right now he just gives a quick glance to cot to cot and at the healers looking for someone.

Freddie holds out a paw for the tea once Quinten's refilled it, smirking quite happily for everything wrong "True but I'd hate to be anybeast that got in my way when I can finally have something proper to eat" he says before looking over to the door as Jarril enters.

Quinten has his back to Jarril, bent over the bed to hand Freddie his tea, the recruit looks well except for the bandage over the top of his left ear. "Aye well Fred i seen how you go about getting food, you walk along behind Greg and let him shoulder everyone out of the way. Its a useful tactic i use it meself."

Jarril gives a cough. "Why Quinten, lad." The hare not seeing what he's after leans on the side of the open door. "I see you've not changed much?" The major is smiling however as he speaks this.

Freddie takes the tea and sips at it before looking back to Jarril again "Afternoon Major" just a smirk going to Quinten, time to stop talking about Greg at all with Jarril there.

Quinten freezes in place and both his ears go upright at that voice. He closes his eyes and grips the covers on Fred's bed before turning around and saluting. "Sorry sah....i dont quite...get what you mean." He sees the smile and pauses, not quite sure how to react to that.

Jarril doesn't move as he looks at Quinten, a bigger smile crosses his face as he see's the reaction Quinten has shown him. "Hiding behind Greg while he does all the hard work in clearing a way for food. You sure you're training to be a fightah?" Moving into the room now he coughs. "Anyways, more important business to attend to. Where's my cousin?"

Freddie can't help but chuckle a little at Quinten's nervousness, quickly hiding it with another sip of tea "The advantages of larger friends" he doesn't answer the last question though, having been in the room for quite some time he doesn't really know where the colonel would be.

Quinten lowers his paw from salute but remains at attention, "Yes sah...basic tactic sah in combat let the larger beast cut ye a path and support him by mopping up those who get by em..." He draws a breath and speaks in a quieter voice. "As for the Colonel sah she could be anywhere. In her office maybe or just around the mountain...and sir...i should warn you so you won't embarrss her or anything...she's kinda been shaved."

Jarril blinks slightly as he tilts his head. "Sha..." He stops and frowns. "What else?"

Freddie nods along to what Quinten says before adding in "And lost an eye...from what I heard" looking a little sorry though then "Could have been much worse though and the fur will grow back"

Quinten shivers and nods his head, "aye Sir...she lost an eye...to some rat, or so i heard anyway...I wans't in the mountain when it fell."

Jarril nods. "Right, well I best get settled back in and see her later." Looking at

Quinten the major gives a small smile. "As for you, well... I'm sure you be glad that I am back to keep an eye on you once more."

Freddie falls quiet again to get himself more comfortable and do more tea sipping, just looking between the two.

Quinten shifts and looks at the Major and grimaces, "Not sure if your room has been cleaned out yet sir. All the officers quarters where...in a real mess." He looks up at the Major and smiles softly. "And i'm glad your back sir....not been the same without you around to shout at me and keep me on the straight and narrow. Who came back with you?"

Jarril answers. "Recruits Harper and Flaxpaw." He nods his head on the last name. "Aye, she wanted to come back and I'd agreed to it. Maybe she be able to get back into the patrol. Though that be up to the colonels. I'll be arranging for new recruits to go back to the abbey with another major." He gives a grin. "Although, Quinten, you've always been on the straight and narrow, just needed a bit of guidance from time to time. Anyways, I best get something to eat." Giving a chuckle. "I've no doubt I'll get told off for letting my weight drop this much so I'll bid you two farewell for now. Take care." Turning around the hare makes for the door.

Freddie's ears actually stand up straight for once at the name Flaxpaw, doesn't interrupt though just nods and watches the major go before looking back to Quinten again.

Quinten watches the Major leave and turns to Fred, scratchig his ears, "Flaxpaw is back? Mebber now Greg can have that word with her? Might have more luck en me?" he looks at the tea cup and nudges Fred. "Drink that i'm not getting you another...and did you hear what the Major said?"

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