That cot seems a little to small...

In which Soutrac awakes in a mountain and meets Darcy and Stato.

"Hold still. Hold still... Hold... Gah!" Stato is currently dealing with a gravely wounded ... Leveret. And not so gravely wounded, either, but the little tyke is crying a waterfall and won't stop shaking his arm, which is attached to his paw, which is held by Stato, which is currently being stitched. "It's only gonna hurt worse if you keep... Hey!" The toddler hare actually feints forward and jerks back to yank his paw free. Meanwhile, his mother simply tuts and pats at her poor baby's ears, soothingly. Luckily, an officer stops by, having noticed Stato's troubles, relieving him of his needle and thread.

Darcy looks a bit worse for wear, but she's up off of her cot at least, moving gingerly across the room. The desk of the primary healer is her destination, though she pauses when she's about to pass the combination of Stato, officer, and crying leveret. "Want me to..?" "Ah! Darce!" the officer replies, shaking his head distractedly. "You'ah the patient still, not a healah today." "Hmph," the doe replies.

Stato simply watches obediently as the major that'd taken his place takes care of the stitch job in relatively short order, trembling leveret and all.

"There ya go, lad." The major sends the leveret on his way and then pats the young recruit standing near him on the shoulder. "Don't fret, Stato. That was a difficult one."

"Yessir," Stato responds, dutifully, glancing up at Darcy. With a measured tone and pace of speaking, he addresses her, "With... Your wounds you should probably still be lyin' down --" he pauses a beat here, looking at the doe's current wardrobe, before continuing, safely, with, "-- ma'am."

Loud snores issue from a large cot far in the back of the Infirmary. Lying in it is a rather large Badger and it seems the cot built for badgers is having difficulty holding him. A bandage now stained red is wrapped around one of his legs. As he begins to hear voices,he shakes himself awake. Slowly rising out of the cot Soutrac looks around to see a fair amount of hares on the opposite side of the room,"Oh hares.",he says before laying back and closing his eyes briefly.

Darcy's current wardrobe is the sort of loose, comfortable thing she might sleep in - which also happens to be the best option, considering her tightly wrapped midsection. The button-up shirt is most likely borrowed, and certainly meant for someone larger and taller than she is. She leans her weight against the edge of the cot, there at the end, not quite sinking down to sit on it, and grins briefly at Stato. "Hm? What wounds?"

"... and when'd a badger show up?" she asks after a moment, upon taking notice of Soutrac.

"Uh, your wounds. Your... stab wounds?" Stato looks over Darcy again. "You were the one who got stabbed by seagulls or somethin', right?" He glances towards the Major who... Has moved on to some other business! So his attention is once again captured by the doe, who then directs it towards the badger. "I don't rightly know. This's my first shift in here..." The defeated way in which he delivers that last part tells how well it's been going.

Soutrac twists his head to peer at the hares. He can't make out what there saying, but one of them seems quite confused and the other looks both confused and wounded considering the bandages she has wrapped about her. They are the first beasts he has seen inside the strange place. He has no real idea of how he ended up in this room or in this cot. Bits and pieces of memories flutter around his mind making it difficult to remember.

"Lucky you, huh?" Darcy responds with a grin. Her voice is particularly scratchy and low, a side effect of the bandit-beating. "You training to be a healer, or?" She glances back to Soutrac, curiously, and edges that way with small steps, deliberately trying to not move any part of her torso. "Ever wonder why badgers are so big?" she asks Stato, conversationally.

"Yeah, lucky." Stato's lungs fill up slowly before they empty out all in one heave. "Healer recruit, yep. It's goin' okay," he addresses, noncommittally, stepping towards the badger as he finds himself without any immediate obligations. "No," he answers, succinctly, to Darcy's last question. "Hello, sir. How're you feelin'?" His eyes go to the leg wound, briefly.

"Well I feel like I'm not all here. My memories won't cooperate.",replies Soutrac. The walk from Redwall had almost ruined him. He didn't remember stopping once during the time he was traveling so he was still unsure of where he was.

"'s 'cause they like having the excuse to /eat/ so much," Darcy mutters, arriving at Soutrac's cot and gripping a bedpost to let it take some of her weight. Her ears rest backward, and her other hand pushes her bed-messied hair from her face. "Hullo. You're big. Ish."

"And how 'bout this here?" Stato gestures down to the leg wound with one paw, ears twitching as he glances up at the large, bedridden beast. "At least remember how this happened?"

Soutrac looks first at the doe,"No in fact I never noticed much. I always assumed I was just the right size and everyone else was just really small.". He then turns his attention to the young male hare (forgot proper word),"Actually....I can't. I often wake from some sort of nap to find myself injured in some way."

"Everyone else?" A little laugh lurks in Darcy's voice, and she shakes her head. "You've never crossed paths with a wolf, or a wolverine, then. How about a name, can you supply that at least?"

"...Uh-huh." Stato takes mental note of this, or so it seems. "Let me see what I can do about changin' up your bandage then," he speaks, rubbing at his head and wandering off to find some bandages.

"Cabinet on your right; on the top two shelves," Darcy directs Stato. "And a drink, maybe. For me, that is."

Soutrac says, "I am pleased to say I haven't met anything bigger than me yet. I am Soutrac of the Grand Axe, but beasts call me Sou, and thank you for your assistance young buck.",Soutrac picks a glass of water he already had off a nearby table and takes a sip."

Stato looks over his shoulder at Darcy, blank-faced, at the instructions, before going back to his business, opening cupboards and retrieving a roll of bandages, then heading over to the water basin in the corner to fill a cup for the doe, glancing around at the busy infirmary as he does so.

Darcy slightly huffs as Stato fills a cup with... water.

Soutrac pushes a bottle of Redwall's October Ale deeper into his satchel and continues to sip his /water/.

Soon enough, Stato returns. "Your drink," he offers to Darcy, raising the cup so she can take it. "Got some bandages here," he speaks, this time to Soutrac, "I'm gonna have to get rid of your old ones. Raise your leg up a little for me?"

As Soutrac raises his leg he accidently knocks over his satchel. The bottle falls out as it hits the ground. Thankfully not breaking open, but there for all to see. "Um...Oh yes. Thank you for helping me."

Darcy takes the cup from Stato, and takes a few steps out of the way, to let the recruit get to work. She leans into a bedside table, and downs the water in two swallows. "So. Grand Axe because you carry 'round a huge axe-thing, maybe?"

Quickly, Stato begins to unwrap the badger's leg, focusing on his work and, maybe thanks to the repetition of the task, looking exhausted, all of a sudden. First shift. It's a doozy. "It is quite literally my job," he answers with a half smile of kindness sent the badger's way. "Oooh, okay..." The wound is revealed, and the recruit goes straight to bandaging it up again with the fresh cloth, wrapping it around the big creature's leg to redress the wound.

Soutrac grimaces a bit as the young buck wraps his wound. Turning his head to the doe he replies,"Aye. Wonder where my axe went anyway....". His eyes scan the room quickly. When he doesn't see his axe he panics somewhat until another small bit of pain comes from his leg.

"Hold still," Stato warns, in the same voice in which he'd been speaking to the leveret before.

Darcy shrugs, turning the cup around in her hands. "Good guess, me," she comments, then follows it up by suggesting, "Probably in the armory or somesuch. Don't need something like that laying around the infirmary, that'd be asking for disaster."

Stato clears his throat. "She's probably right. Wonder how many hares it took to lug you up three long, long flights of stairs..." Stato holds the bandaging in place, reaching down with his other paw to retrieve the pin used to keep the bandaging together and then poke that pin through to seal the cloth in place, ripping off the excess. "...And there you go."

For such a big badger little pains really irritate Soutrac. He squirms a bit unwillingly. "Oh my that hurts. Can't you like not poke the wound while wrapping it so much or something?"

"Tell you what... I'll never do it again if you promise never to get stabbed in the leg." Stato grins, only for a second, maybe a second and a half, at the badger before going straight faced again. "Need anything?"

Soutrac says, "I can't promise that. I'm a warrior.",replies Soutrac. He picks the bottle of ale off the floor and pops the cork before taking a large swig. "Ah. Thats better.""

"Well you better get used to getting poked and prodded," Stato deadpans, though this time he seems like he's good-natured about it, shooting a smirk up the badger's way as he goes off to store the remaining bandages.

"I will try... No guarantees.",replies Soutrac. "Say can you check on my axe? Twas my fathers and I need to be certain it's ok."

"...Uh," Stato stands upright, looking around. "Not supposed to leave the infirmary. I can talk to the Major about it?" he offers, thumbing over his shoulder in reference to the officer.

Soutrac nods,"That would be fine.". He throws his head back and finishes off the bottle of ale to relieve the minute pain issuing from his wound. Slowly the pain ebbs away.

Stato watches Soutrac down the bottle, ears lowering back for a moment. "...I think I'm gonna go do that. Good luck healin' up." He gives a tip of his head and turns on his heel to go speak with the on-duty major about the badger's axe.

Soutrac sits back and relaxes a bit. "Ah. Thats much better.",he mumbles as he pulls his satchel off the floor and digs around in it.