Visiting The Infirmary-LP LOG

LP LOG:

Flint-Private

Adrian-Private

Monty-Private

-Spoofed healers

Inside the infirmary of the Long Patrol

Flint decided to walk down to the infirm, get his self-checked as his side and shoulder needed looked at, so after a little training in the training room, he headed that way, to the infirm.

The Infirmary is not at all where Adrian wanted to be right now, but the healers were refusing to let him go for now. Fears that he might have a concussion, though the buck was careful to let it be known he had not actually hit his head. "'Ello? Anybeast there that can get me a decent drink o' watah? I'm terribly pahched..." He raises a paw to his swollen, bandaged jaw, and winces. "An' can I leave, yet?"

A certain other young hare just happened to be occupying the infirmary space as well...his return to the mountain yesterday with Adrian in tow was generally painless, though Monty had to promise that he would stay put this time, and not wander off to Halyard again. The fact that he had brought Adrian here to be helped likely softened the blow, a bit. The promise to not leave was made...with fingers crossed, of course. Monty enters the room from the recovery room, just in time to hear Adrian's complaints. "Looking good," the buck replies, with a teasing grin. "Perhaps when you recover, you can work that into your new look, somehow." Monty heads over to retrieve a mug of water for the other Private, and he brings it over to him, holding it out for him to take. "And if I can't leave, then you can't leave. It was part of the deal I made to not get in trouble, basically..." he chuckles, and one can't be sure if he's joking or not.

Flint walks into the room to get his shoulder and side looked at by the healer on duty, both seem to be healing nicely so he gets a nod and a mutter and then looks over at Monty and Adrian and walks over slowly to them.

Adrian narrows his eyes a little, but then smiles a little. "Thanks for tha watah." He takes the mug, and sips. "I'm lucky, anyway. Mah jaw wasn't completely broken, thank tha stahs, but has a hairline fracture... An' the stupid wildcat knocked one o' mah teeth out... I ain't even noticed that, ta be honest." He takes another slow sip.

Monty takes a seat on one of the nearby cots. "Well..." he muses. "At least you're not like that weasel, who likely lost all of his teeth. And pretty much his whole face, in general." The young buck peers down at his paws, flexing them back and forth. "My poor knuckles are completely bruised. Hurt like heck, they do. Thought I might have broken one or two, but...I guess I didn't." He chuckles. "It's actually somewhat amusing...I think I may have caused a bit of a panic when we first walked in last evening, they were checking me all over for wounds and whatnot because of the condition of my uniform. They wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise to tell them that the blood wasn't mine." The buck glances over towards the doorway as Flint wants in, and he smiles and nods in his direction. "Afternoon, Flint. How goes it?"

Flint frowns "Ya guys fought a wildcat, why were that fer?" He looks between them "Most lucky ta jolly well be alive" He gets closer "Then again Toads can be...bad too" He shivers at a memory from some seasons ago.

Adrian holds his mug with both paws, watching Monty intently as he talks. "Eh, well... Yah'd make a boxah proud, at least. Work on controllin' yah emotions, yah'll be a fine fightah." He perks an ear, and looks toward Flint. "Yes, I've already established wi' mahself that it was a damn fool thing the two of us did... But, in hindsight, I'd probably do it again... The cat said somethin' 'bout havin' a...'pet'. I intend, when I get outta this joint, ta request some leave from mah superiah ta investigate it furthah... On mah own initiative." What he doesn't say at the moment, with Flint present, is that he'd like to work with Monty specifically on said investigation.

Monty turns his eyes to Flint, and he shrugs. "He and his friend were acting suspiciously, Adrian and I decided we wanted to ask him some questions...he didn't take too kindly to us just being there in general in his personal space, I suppose...and they attacked us. I may have done some stupid things as of late, but this one, we can't really be blamed for, we were just doing our jobs." He glances to Adrian for confirmation of that. One of the nurses comes into the room, to do a quick check up on Monty...he sits there, looking quite impatient as he is poked and prodded. After a few moments, the nurse leaves, satisfied that he seems to be doing okay, and Monty shakes his head. "Not ever going to get used to that," he mutters, sullenly, reaching up to scratch absently as his ear stump. "Or that." He chuckles. "But yes, whatever it is he is trying to hide, it's likely not anything even remotely good, I'm afraid."

Flint nods "Hard ta say with vermin, pet could blooming well mean anything. Could be dangerous also,wot" He sits "I would be careful, maybe report it also"

Adrian nods in agreement with Monty. "Monty an' I were well within our rights." He shares a glance with the buck. "I know vermin are generally untrustworthy an' stuff, but if the cat 'ad nothin' ta hide, he woulda had no reason ta attack us." He reaches over to clap Monty on the shoulder. There is an unspoken agreement between them by now that neither will mention the weasel's unfortunate fate. "It wasn't anythin' we couldn't handle, though, wot."

Monty bites his lip, "I dunno, I'd guess if you were to ask, I suppose we may have handled it TOO well..." He chuckles nervously, "I'm just wondering what they did with the.....er, thing...when they found it....heh..." He is trying to be as vague as possible due to the aforementioned 'agreement' between them. "Self-defense could be claimed too, I suppose. And I'm quite sure there were witnesses. In any case, I'm sure it's not the last I'll hear of it." He slips off the cot, and goes to retrieve himself some water as well. "In the same vein, I can't help but wonder if that shopkeeper is going to make a report about what happened in the apothecary. I'm guessing it's likely." He takes a sip of water, before returning to his seat on the cot. "Hopefully Rue will be around to assist me with that one...." the buck chuckles nervously, his eyes peering down into his mug. He seems to do that quite a bit, lately.

Flint tilts his head and shrugs he wasn’t there so he doesn’t know, "Well ya alive and that’s wot matters, I had a time when I almost gave up...heck e whole Long patrol thought I was dead, then found out I wasn't" He frowns remembering it some, but quickly smiles again" I Survived and..well I am glad"

Adrian watches Monty. "I'm sure they cleaned it, quite nicely..." He smiles, nodding at Flint. "Yah survived well." He looks over at Monty again. "Try not to think about that, mate. I'll vouch for yah charactah, if necessary."

Monty nods slowly to Adrian, "Thanks. And let's hope so. It was a pretty big mess." He grins, a little, turning to glance at Flint. "Oh, I don't think I'll ever really give up, per se. I think the biggest risk is me getting kicked out on my tail eventually, if I can't get this...thing...under control soon..." The buck taps at his temple with a paw, frowning a bit. "I just have to take it a step at a time, I suppose, and deal with the consequences as they appear. And try not to do anything that would cause further consequences in the future. Unfortunately, it may not all be under my control, which is why I'm here..." he gestures towards their current surroundings. "I'm surprised they haven't just locked me in a closer somewhere," the buck half-jokes. "It'd be easier for them, at least."

Flint says, "I don't think they would do that lad, no worries"

Adrian lays back on his cot. "I wouldn't let 'em do it, anyway. Yah deserve a chance, Monty." He sighs. "He's a good fightah, Flint. *Really* good. I think yah could be lookin' at tha next champion boxah o' tah Mountain."

Monty sighs a bit, "I hope you're right. In any case, it is what it is, I suppose, and as I said, I will deal with it as it occurs. I can't worry too much about it now, because if I worry, then that helps to start the whole...thing...." he chuckles, softly. "I can't afford for that to happen again, especially in public." He scoots back on his cot, lying down and peering up at the ceiling. At Adrian's compliments, Monty blushes a bit, "Aw, phooey, that's the biggest bunch of nonsense I think I've ever heard. If anything I'm lucky that Lieutenant Collin didn't knock my block off the other day. I guess I got in his face and swung at him, from what I was told...."

Flint listens "Ya don't have to be a certain age ta be good at anything, you can be good at something at a young age lad and your do well in de patrol, no worries." He hmmms as he walks over to him "Ya know wot, we all have rough days...we all do but place ya paw on ya chest and just feel that. Ya heart beating. It’s called purpose, your alive for a reason ."

Adrian looks over at Monty. "Pah, nonsense. I saw some o' yah fightin' there last night, before I got all... Dreamytime. Yah held ya own very well. If'n ya c'n direct that all in an effective mannah, yah'd be a formidable opponent." He then nods in agreement with Flint's words. "Wot 'e says is true."

Monty glances at Flint quietly for a few moments, before he smiles a bit. "I appreciate that, sah, really I do. And I do think I understand my purpose. Or at least, I did." He can't help but laugh dryly, "Hah...yes, we all have rough days, but do your rough days consist of having to constantly be careful that you don't put yourself in situations that would cause you to basically lose all control of your own actions, thereby possibly injuring and or killing someone who just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?" The buck sighs, softly. To Adrian's words, he smiles. "All I did before I came to the mountain was train. Boxing, mostly, but a little bit of everything. I wanted to make sure I was ready for any and all situations, you see."

Flint listens "I..well no but I did blame myself once for a fellow Lp hare dyeing. It was....some seasons ago as only been back, let’s see...it was before the ambassadors came here so almost 4 seasons." He goes on "But this were 3 seasons before that, me and a fellow private out on patrol..then came the toads. My fellow patroller was killed. I was taken captive where I remained almost 3 seasons, 3..long seasons with toads till I FINALLY escaped, took me a while to believe in me self again"

Adrian frowns some. "Anybeast could go mad in that sorta situation, wot." He sits up a little, also listening to Monty. He admits that is something of a major hurdle to overcome, but for whatever reason the runner has decided to get himself completely invested in whatever happens to Monty. "Didn't yah have a bad run-in wi' toads yahself, Monty?"

Monty listens to Flint quietly, and he nods when he finishes speaking. "And you happened to be lucky enough to survive the situation. And what happened to your partner had nothing to do with you or anything you did. Something that I've learned rather quickly since I've been here...we are all responsible for our own actions. He chose to become a Patroller and as such, knew the dangers that entailed when he signed up." Monty shrugs, then nods his head slowly to Adrian. "That's putting it lightly," he chuckles. "It's one of the things I have a difficult time remembering, though. I mean, I can recall bits and pieces of things here and there, but generally the whole situation is a huge blur in my mind."

Flint nods "Sometimes its better to not remember things sometimes" He looks around the infirm quietly.

Adrian rubs his bandaged jaw, wincing. "Aye, we take our lives in our paws in this job. S'wot we're s'posed ta do, wot." He passes a glance Monty's way, at Flint's words. "Quite. I...can't say as I've evah been in spots quite as tight as wot you've been through, but, ahhh... I've 'ad a few scrapes. Killed a beast, or two..." He frowns. "Anyway... How long are ya supposed ta be stuck in 'ere, Monty? I nevah asked."

Monty shrugs to Flint, "Perhaps, but other times it's useful to remember things like that, so you know what not to do in the future." Monty scoots back up to a sitting position...a nurse pops her head in to check on things and make sure Monty is still behaving in a stable manner...the hare smiles and waves at her. "I'm alright, thank you..." he responds, and she returns to her activities elsewhere. Adrian gets a glance as he asks his question, and the buck sighs, rubbing at an ear with a paw. "Eh, well...I'm assuming until the higher-ups speak with me and determine whether or not it's safe for me to be back out on patrol. I'm not sure how long that may take, but judging by how busy they seem to be it's likely not going to be for a while. So I may as well get comfy here, because I don't think I'll be going anywhere anytime soon." Monty leans back, and closes his eyes..."I'm also under constant observation, if you couldn't tell, which is probably what's best for me at the moment."

Flint watches and listens "Rest is best" He grins "And lots of good food, wounded warriors need good meals after all wot?"

Adrian's ears droop a bit. Danger be damned. He likes Monty, and would be very keen to patrol with the buck. They clearly have a fine rapport going, and Monty would certainly be more interesting to have along than the stodgy old stuck up hare he's usually paired with. "Ah, well... Here's hopin' it's soon, wot. A fella could curl up 'n' die if'n 'e was stuck in 'ere all tha time..."

Flint decides to head on back to his room, sides he is a little tried from some training in the training room. He nods a good night and heads off.