Quinten Log 79 - 21 03 2006

Salamandastron: Training Room
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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol.  The walls
seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray
arrows missing the archery targets.  There are several of said archery
targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance
off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on.  The targets are of
simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper
target on the front.  A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the
walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room.  Besides that, several
wooden practice swords sit in a small pile.  On the eastern side of the
room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses
tied together.  Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,
assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.
Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against
the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.
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Quinten is lying on his back on the bench press, slowly lifting a part up above his head, weigthed at either end with quite a number of weights, grunting and struggling as he lifts it, stripped to the waist and sweating away as he works out

Ender is certainly having a workout today, and acting fairly young while he is at it. He enters the training room, glancing around to make sure there aren't many recruits in it. The rabbit strips off his shirt and ties it around his waist, exposing his slightly flabby wrinkled torso. Eww. He walks over to the corner where the weights are and stops dead when he sees Quinten. After a moment of jaw-working, he takes a few steps towards the hare, and coughs loudly. His arms shimmer with sweat, his tattoo seeming to ripple as he clenches and unclenches his paws.

Quinten looks up as e brings the bar back down and smiles "Good day sah how are you" not noticing how ajitated he looks from his lying down position, "Don't usually see you in here sir"

Ender walks over to the hare and slaps his footpaws. "Get up." This is spoken in a flat monotone, and Ender's paws cease shaking as he clenches them and holds them that way. His ears pin back just a /tad/ as he tries to breathe steadily. "What do you think, erm, you're doing with Greg? And this...Freddie fellow, eh?" This breaks the dam. Ender's eyes flash and he points an accusatory paw at the young hare, shouting; "Explain y'self, sir!"

Quinten blinks in surprise, surprise that Ender knows anything about Freddie and Greg but he's thinking fast, using the shock letting it fade into puzzlement, grunting as he lifts the bar up and sets it back into the support "Greg and Freddie sir? wot about em?" he slowly sits up and stretches hsi arms "We had lunch a couple of times down in the dinning hall"

Playing innocent? Not snapping to? Ender's gaze could burn a hole through a rock if his ferocity is any gauge. He grabs Quinten's shoulder in a surprisingly vice-like grip. "You, you introduced them? You got them, erm, together! How /dare/ you?!"

Quinten blinks "Together sah..." he winces at that grip on his shoulder "We had lunch a few times sir i'd hardly call that introducing them" he shrugs trying to get that grip off his shoulder "Really you think i want anything to do with /THAT/ the Colonel showed me how wrong that is" sounding indignant at the suggestion

Ender tries to tighten his grip, but can't really. His other paw clenches into a fist, and he wavers slightly, actually about to /attack/ the hare? He's almost had enough. "I was told, erm, that you introduced them to one another, eh? From someone, erm, I trust. Trust much more than you, eh?"

Quinten looks up at him paw moving to grip the rabbits wrist firmly "I'm dating your niece and you don't trust me...how dare you come down here and accuse me of something like that, yeah i'll admit i introduced Gregorian and Freddie, we were at the same table as em, it went something along the lines of "Oh hey Freddie this is greg, greg this is freddie," he stands up abruptly which still leaves his head just short of

Ender's head snaps to the paw on his wrist for a moment before he twists his paw away violently. He stands up to the hare, going nose to nose with him. "You ask me, erm, how dare I do something? Don't you understand, erm, that bucks...together...isn't NATURAL?!" His eyes lock with Quinten's, and he doesn't move.

Quinten looks back at Ender quivering, trying not to shout "if i didn't understand ow un-natural it was sah do you think i'd be dating Gabriel" he presses his head forwards "Well do you? do you? Whhy don't you leave off shouting at ME you bigoted old hasbeen and go rag on the bucks being un-natural, not that i think they are, somesones spreading rumours and when i find out who i'm gonna pop em one"

Ender's eyes widen even /more/ at this. He takes a few steps away from the hare, chest rising evenly with his deep breaths. "Bigoted old hasbeen? Listen..." Ender looks at him, and decides not to even bother with a lecture. He takes a hop-skip forward, and swings, hard, at the hare's stomach with a massive uppercut.

Quinten stumbles back wards gasping he hadn't been expecting an attack from the rabbit, he stumbles against the press bench and falls over it with a squeek of a cry, his breath knocked out of him, his head impacts with a stack of metal weights and there is a /crunch/ the young hares paws spasm briefly then he goes still, blood seeping out of the back of his head...

The fight isn't quite taken out of Ender yet. He's used to far more, and can only hope he can stop himself. He leaps over the press bench. Well, attempts to. He clambers over the bench after getting one of his paws stuck and grabs Quinten's shoulder with one of his paws. Raising his free paw, the previously boxing-injured left one, he /almost/ smashes it into the hare's face. But he stops himself, and backs away, pupils dilating wildly as he shakes his head, tears filling his vision. He feels the press bench behind him and almost sits, but instead turns, ready to flee. The rabbit looks back at Quinten.

- Time Passes -

Quinten is lying on his back legs sprawled over the bench bress, dumb-bells still in the rests where he left him, what is not normal however is the bucks head, half supported atop a stack of weights, a pool of cooling blood surrounding him. The young buck is not moving and is breathing shallowly

Buckthorn ushers himself in, followed by another hare who was recruited on his way down. The tag along has a stretcher, and the healer wastes no time in locating the hurt hare and saddling up next to him. "Bloody 'ell..." The buck curses, carefully inspecting the wound. He places a few of the folded towels down, gingerly and slowly moving the hurt bucks head to rest on them. "'Ey, Rimrock, you get th' bulk o' her body, an' I'll get his head. Careful now." Buckthorn instructs the other, and they get the young hare onto the stretcher without much fuss. "Nothing I can do here. We need to get him back to the infirmary." He says more to himself than anyone else. The heft the stretcher up, and as quickly as they can with their burden they make their way off.

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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Audri remains infront of Ender, determined to keep him here for the time being. "He'll be up here in a moment 'n it won't take but a second o' yer time. I just want ya not goin' near Sev again. Yer makin' things worse for him 'n messin' up what I've been tryin' to fix. So, just stay away 'n don't call him a traitor or nothin' a'right?"

Ender stiffens immensely, and rears upwards, showing his fairly short height. He glares down at her, his mouth in a grim line. "I don't need, erm, a dibbun telling me what to do, eh? Ever."

Without warning, two hares come in with another one of a canvas stretcher between them. Quinten is on still out, though there are two folded towels to support his head and catch the blood. Buckthorn, on the head end of it, instructs his partner into a bed. "You there. Help us slide him on the bed, yes? And I'll need a glass of water." Buck says to Audri and Ender. They line the stretcher up next to an empty bed.

Quinten is looking worse for wear, the towels are not deeply soaked red but there is some leakage from his head wound, Audri thankfully being spared thew sight of the pool he was lying in down in the training room.

Audri's tail is beginning to poof, her paws clenching into fists. "Look sir, I'm not tryin' to be mean but Sev doesn't need beasts callin' him those things. He's havin' a hard enough as it is 'n I don't need ya messin' with his head a'right. 'n I'll talk with the Colonel or da if ya don't leave him be."

Ender looks down at her, not even hearing what Buckthorn says, his own paws clenching into fists, his cane dropping to the ground. He stops himself, again, the adrenaline beginning to pump again. Attack a /child/? At this thought, he deflates, but still looks at her arrogantly. "I said no such thing, erm, to him. At all. Where ever you heard that, erm, they didn't see what happened, eh?"

Buckthorn looks up, her ears slicking down and his eyes knitting. "Stop fighting at /once/ in this place of healing or so help me..." He growls at Ender, having no patience when it comes to his job. "Now, help use get this beast off and onto the bed or /leave/ if you aren't going to be any help. Audri, dear, could you please get that water for me?" Buck asks the dibbun in a much nicer tone.

Quinten doesn't even stir on the stretcher, his paw slipping over the edge where it was not on properly, swinging back and forth like a dead weight

"I /heard/ it from Sev who is a mess now since the Colonel wants to see him." Audri growls, eyes narrowing before her ears catch the incoming footsteps. Her gaze quickly turns to the Buck, bobbing her head in a nod. "Sorry sah." She replies, quickly making her way over to the water pitcher, and pouring a large bowlful which she carries over to the cot.

"Ender is dutifully ashamed when Buckthorn, well, yells at him. He blushes and watches Audri before walking over to the cot as well. He murmurs; "The Colonel was there, erm, the only time I saw Seven, eh?" Trying to save /some/ face. He looks at Quinten, his face showing a bit of worry for the hare, and a lot of worry for himself.

Carefully Quinten is deposited on the bed, and Rimrock takes the stretcher and leaves as quickly as he came. Butckthorn hurries to the side of the bed, setting his head in a comfortable way. "Don't worry about it, Audri. Thank you." He says softly to her, taking the bowl from her and setting it on the nightstand next to the bed. Quickly the buck works, fishing a pouch of green paste from his belt. He sets it aside and props the head up to get at the wound with a clean square of gauze. "How did this happen?"

Quinten emits the first sound since he hit his head as his head is moved, its nothing more then an angonised moan which sinks of again into silence, the split to the scalp is not much but the skull beneath seems damaged.

Audri bobs her head again, stepping back after he takes the water. "Need anythin' else sah?" She asks, growing silent as he begins to work, eyes watching curiously.

Ender considers his question for a little while, not a suspiciously long amount of time, however. "Quinten was in the training room, eh? I was, erm, coming back from some boxing training, we were having, erm, a practice tussle. He lost his balance, erm, by the press bench. Hit himself, erm, pretty nastily, eh?" The rabbit eyes Audri. Grr.

Buckthorn clucks his tongue as the patient moans. "Ah, yes. He's awake so... Audri. See that drawer on the end? There is a cloth and a bottle of clear liquid. Could you get both? Be /very/ careful not to drop the vial." He looks up for only a moment, studying Ender's face. "Very nasty." He grunts in agreement, finishing his wipe down of the wound.

Quinten has fallen silent once more, not uttering any other sound as the wound is wiped down, though his breathing is slightly stronger ten before

"Sure." Audri replies, stepping over to open the drawer, leaning over slightly to peer into the drawer. Spotting the vial and cloth, she carefully lifts them out, fingers tightly clenched around the vial. "Got 'em." And Ender is politely ignored. XD

Ender decides now might well be the best time to make an escape. He sidles towards the door, taking his cane from where it had been leaning on the wall, and hobbling further towards the door.

Buckthorn looks over. "Good job, Audri." He says with a smile. "Set them by the bowl of water just behind me?" He asks gently, noting the rabbit who is leaving. "You'll need to report this to one o' th' Colonels, Ender. An' don't skimp on details because

Quinten will be giving his account of this when he's able." The buck warns, but does not try to stop him from leaving. The green paste is finally taken and spread all over the wound. The effects will both kill any germs, as well as promote numbing to lessen the pain when the wounded beast wakes up.

Audri nods, stepping closer as she reaches over to set the vial down carefully before setting the cloth beside it. "There ya go sah. Anythin' else ya'll be needin'?" She asks, eyes going back down to Quinten's wound, leaning on her tiptoes to see it better while trying to keep out of the healer's way.

Quinten moans again trying to move but not really doing much other then shift, body shivering and breath sounding laboured for a moment then steadying out again, though slightly faster then before, the buck sweating profusely

Ender sidles out the door, not letting Buckthorn know he heard him. He wipes his brow with his free paw and glances at the wound on it for a moment before tapping his way down the passage with his cane.

Buckthorn pauses what he is doing to grab the vial and cloth. "All right. This will make him a bit loopy... enough, I think, so he wont feel pain." He says to Audri, dabbing a bit of the liquid onto the cloth and holding it up against the nose of his patient. "Don't inhale too much in the next minute or two, Audri."

Audri's paws quickly go to cover her mouth and nose, eyes squinting as she watches the healer with a perked interest. "I won't sah." She mumbles behind her paw, ears lowering some. "Ya don't mind me watchin' do ya?"

Quinten jerks as the smell from the cloth invades his nostrils, whimpering slightly as he is forced to inhale the substance on the cloth, his paws stir slightly, slowly coming round it would seem.

Buckthorn's attention falls to his work. "Not at all, Audri. It's useful to know." He says as he keeps the cloth up for a few moments, then pulling it away and wrapping it up in a towel. He puts another dab of the green paste on and then gathers up a bit of gauze. With the ease of a weaver to a basket, the gauze is wrapped around the head, using the base of the ear to support the loop. He inspects his work and looks to the squirrel. "There we are."

Quinten whimpers and his eyes flicker open, rolled back in his head, he tries to sit up, shifting and going to move, then the pain hits him, it is dull sure...but it is still there, shivering ears flicking

Buckthorn grumbles, eyeing the buck. "Lay back down, young'un. Yah'll be asleep in no time with wot you just inhaled." The healer informs him and stands up. "Lay still. I'll put some water on the table for you to drink when you come to. Believe me, yeh'll be thirsty." Buckthorn warns the patient. "Well, Audri... how about you go out and play, hmm? Or at the very least make sure that Darklett isn't getting into his normal trouble.

Quinten subsides back down mumbling sleepily "Ender.....attacked...." the rest is lost in a mumble as he sucumbs totally to the medicine, falling into a deep medicated sleep.

- Several Hours Pass -

Quinten stirs in his slumber, waking up slowly, his eyes flutter open and he moans in pain, lips and throat parched shivering and panting/

The first thing that Quinten would see when he opened his eyes would be two green orbs right in his face, where Seven is leaned over, staring at the recruit. Blink. "Ye alrigh'?"

Quinten blinks and mumbles thickly "Wa'er....ple......" he tries to sit up but falls backwith a sigh

Seven turns both ears back, stepping away from Quinten as he turns his focus from the other buck's condition to survey the surroundings. "Uh.. watah.." Off he goes to get what Quint is asking for, not saying anything else.

Quinten closes his eyes adn whimpers, the medicine and the green stuff on his wound making the pain dull but it is still there, "Wha...happened....where....am...."

Seven returns soon enough, shoving a glass of water towards Quinten. "'Ere." Alright, so maybe he's lost his 'bedside manner' while away, but he means well.

Quinten frowns and then winces, everything is slightly blurry, he tries raising a paw and finds it difficult, everything is heaby "Where...am....se'en....tha...oh.." mumbling thickly

Seven steps back again, eyeing Quint as if he expects something to come ripping forth from his chest. However this means that the glass moves away as well. "Yer no' dead or..nothin'. No' /tha'/ 'urt eithah. From wot I can see.. ye should buck up." This speech seems to have given the runner courage. He goes to shove the cup into Quinten's paw.

Quinten fumbles for the cup and can't hold on to it, still drugged up from the sedative "Wha.." it hits the floor splashing everything nearby "plse....wa'er...pl'ese"

Seven jumps back, still splattered by water. That's the second thing in two days that has gotten on him, though the first was alcohol. Grunt. "Look. 'M /tryin'/ t'elp ya!" He goes to pick up the broken glass, ears pinned down his back. "Jus' wait." As he does, the buck is looking for a healer.

Quinten sighs and whimpers "K...se'enn...thans" he mumbles eyes roving about not focussing on anythin "Whe...is...i"

Darklett heads into the infirmary, rolling his shoulders and looking down at each of them, a sort of preemptive apology for what's about to happen. Wandering to an empty cot, his ears flick silently, the major looking around for whatever healer's been assigned to him for physical therapy today. Oh, joy.

Seven closes eyes, still with ears slicked back. "Jus'.. wait. Can' do two thin's at once...." This is a trying of the sniper's patience, especially as he can't normally talk to others anymore anyway. After getting the glass up, he goes to get another one, sending a look towards Darklett. The buck takes the long way around to get water, to avoid the Major.

Quinten nods as best he can "K...sev.....be...good....i...be...." his head turns to the side and he stares blearily at the dark lump on the other cot.

Of all creatures assigned to Darklett, on this particular day it happens to be... Zoe! But she's late. Mm-hm. Instead of waiting inside for the buck, she's following him inside. In fact, she sees him enter through the doorway. A few seconds later she does the same, heading straight for the major where he sits at the cot. Throat clearing.

It takes Sev a shorter amount of time to come back with this second water, moving to Quint's cot again. "Righ'..." This time he cautiously and hesitantly reaches out for the recruit's paw to make it grab this glass so he can help tip it back, not letting go. A quick glance to the door when Zoe_Lang enters as well.

Darklett taps his paws against each other in his lap as he waits-- but it's not for long, as he realizes that it's the Colonel that's standing right in front of him. "Oh, Colonel!" His paw goes up in a salute, dropping to his side just as quickly. "I guess you get the honors today?" He looks around with a single ear folding at its tip, worried about the volume of hares present to see this happen. :P

Quinten smiles and sips from the glass, drinking the water, glad that seven is guiding his paw so he does not drop it again "Thanks..." he mumbles still sounding thick and sleepy "Where...am i...how did i...get here...what happened..."

Seven leans in a little, still seeming nervous and unsure, especially with the Colonel and Major there at the same time. Quint is harmless enough right now, but - what about them? He clears his throat. "Yer.. yer in the infirmary.. bu' don' know wot 'appened. M'guess is ye 'it yer 'ead .. on somethin'." The buck doesn't let go of the glass yet.

Quinten frowns and winces shivering "Oh...i...i...remember......in training room.....Ender.....an an...then....it goes....blank.....why...does my stomach hurt......like someone...hit me..." vague, confused and a bit scared, never having woken up like this before"

Zoe_Lang tries not to smirk but she fails miserably. "Aye, and what an honah it'll be. So how're ya feelin'? Good? Any pain?" Her eyes narrow thoughtfully as she looks the buck over. Hmmmm.

Darklett shakes his head. "Not in everyday stuff. I tried swinging a sword a bit, but it started hurting, so I didn't risk it." He shrugs, looking around, as if seeing if the low voice he speaks in is enough for others to listen in.

Seven squints at Quinten, not answering this time and just kind of giving him that sidelong glance. Slowly he goes to take the glass away from the recruit to set on a side table. The two officers are ignored now.

Quinten looks about blearily and peers at the officers "Who...is tha....why...is there.....six of em?" he turns his head back and peers at Seven "Sev.....wha...is..appening" delrious and out of it

Zoe_Lang's head dips in a nod. "Good, good. Smart of ya." The Colonel comes to stand next to him, manipulating his arms briefly to get an idea of how the shoulders are doing. That done, she stands back with a satisfactory nod. "A'right. We'll start out by havin' you do yer usual exercises. Remembah - don't strain yerself."

Seven goes to reach back without really looking at Quinten to set his paw over the recruit's eyes. Which actually works out very well. "Shh. Go t'sleep." Mostly cause he doesn't have answers for him, and doesn't want to explain. Or try to. Let alone talk at all.

Quinten nods starring up at that paw resting over his eyes "Ok sah....will sleep...thanks...for the...drink.....if....Gabby....here....let her know"

Darklett nods to the Colonel, and looks down at his right paw. With a sigh that reads, 'Here goes nothing...' Darklett lifts his arm up so it's bent at the elbow, but his arm is stretched in front of him. Slowly, he starts to rotate his forearm inwards, keeping his upper arm stationary. Getting about halfway to his chest, he takes a deep breath, and continues on... Two thirds of the way there, his footpaw starts tapping against the floor, and he's visibly clenching his teeth, until he finally stops, closing his eyes and holding his arm there. "One... two... three... four... Five!" He starts to move the arm back forward, just as slowly, his ears flopping over in relief.

Seven nods his head, not moving his paw for now, just keeping it against Quint's face. "I'll.. le' Gabby know.." He mumbles. Heck if /he/ knows who Gabby is, but that is besides the point right now.

Quinten drifts off to sleep again, sucumbing to the medication once more, unable to keep his eyes open it seems"

Seven waits for a couple of moments, looking back to the recruit now, before taking his paw away. And Quint is asleep. That was effective enough. He nearly smirks.

Zoe_Lang chuckles, unable to stop the small smile that twitches up the corners of her lips. "Remembah, now... no strainin' yerself. If you do too much t'day, it'll put ya back t'morrah." She glances behind her, taking a seat on the edge of the cot. Hm. Peeeer.

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