Astranaar Infirmary

[Ural]

Spoiler:

This thread is for characters who want to visit the seriously injured in Ashenvale. Just post how injured your character looks and any doctor's details may be left on a clipboard at the foot of the bed. It's open to all! When an injured character is no longer staying at the infirmary, make it clear with a little note at the bottom of the last post.

Kalah lies tucked in a medical bed. The neatness of the bed would lead it to believe she has been unconscious since she arrived. Her face is pale and adorned with a black left eye. Her suit of armor is tucked next to the headboard. A waste basket next to her bed contains old bandages and a blood-drenched Ash Warden tabard. A small clipboard hanging on the footboard states that she is recovering from a stomach arrow wound and blood loss.

[McKnighter]

It wasn't long before more came to the wounded bay. A lean but slightly short Kaldorei clad in light armor and a tattered tabard cautiously made her way inside. She appeared attended to, but still suffered from her wounds. Her left thigh was wrapped up in layers, makeshift crutches were wielded by her arms to allow herself movement into the med bay. Her dark blue hair was unkept from the normal ponytail it was kept in, locks of hair droop down into her face and eyes, causing a clear annoyance displayed across her visage. She carefully eases herself on to a spare bed, beside the unresponsive Kaldorei. Mava ditched the crutches by placing them on the covers, brushing her hair back and behind her ears. The scar that tore side-ways along her throat redden with her deep breaths. The ex-watcher's silver gaze fell over onto the passed out elf before her, frowning as she glanced about for a priestess or someone else that may be assist the wounded.

Though, she was curious regarding the woman's condition as it must've been worse than her if she was already sleeping. Or it was a very minor injury and she's milking it. Regardless, she sighed faintly as the clipboard was so far away and she really didn't feel like trying to stand up. An idea popped into Mava's head, as she collected the wooden crutches from their resting place. She wields them in each hand like clamps, leaning forward as she reaches out. She pinches the clipboard between the two ends and as she tries to pulling it in, it slips! The clipboard clatters onto the floor, no doubt making some racket. Mava winces, growing a bit flushes as she stares at the sleeping Kaldorei to see if she woke her up.

[PvtFrog]

The hooded and blindfolded elf in tattered robes finally finished persuading the medics to sell him a new roll of bandages, handing over the required amount of coins. He wanders past Kalah's bed, stopping at the familiar face with a frown. As he peers at the clipboard, his frown only deepens. "Poor girl, you look worse than I did." He sighs as he reaches into his bag, rummaging around before pulling out a bunch of berries on a twig. He looks around before finding a bowl to place the fruits in, surprising the bystanders. The bowl is then placed by the bedside table. "Speedy recoveries." He mutters as he walks out out of the infirmary, walking a safe distance out of town before taking off the robe to reveal the tattoos that adorn his body.

[Nick]

An Elf in heavy armour walks in. The blue glow of her eyes immediately betraying what she is. She doesn't seem to care that most people seem to look at her distrustingly, her eyes scanning the room, apparently looking for someone. She soon finds who she is looking for, Kalah. Not bothering to even glance at anyone else, her feet carry her over to the younger Elf's bed, every step making noise.

As she looks over the wounded girl, her face saddens. Gently placing a plated hand on the girl's shoulder, she speaks, the echo in her voice clear.
"I came as soon as I heard the news, Sister. Get well soon, okay? We need you, you know." The death knight smiles faintly, "We'll talk when you wake up..." She finishes with a sigh.

Muttering a quick prayer to Elune, she retracts her hand from the unconcious Elven soldier before turning around. Taking long strides towards the door, she looks keen on getting out of there, sighing deeply.

[c0rzilla]

Sometime between the Hooded One's arrival and the Death Knight's, a cloud-haired, dark armored Watcher had slipped into the infirmary to take note of her charge's condition. Just in time to watch the Hooded One depart, silver eyes taking close notes of his manner and the reaction of those about. Long, pale ears twitch faintly in thought.

By this time, the board that had been knocked off was replaced, details easily read. Once he is out of sight, she steps forth and generally flops into a seat beside Kalah's bed, an arm draping over its back. First, a little sack of cookies is deposited on a side table, if such is present. Then, a dagger is plucked out of a cloth belt on the Watcher's waist, the blade quite new. She tosses it up and down while she watches the girl, the constant moonlight in these lands shining pale silver on its smooth metal.

"What'd you throw yourself at this time, hm?" The Watcher asks the air with a slight frown. Her dagger answers with its soft ssh-shh-shh as it turns and falls into her grip.

Eventually, the Death Knight comes to visit. The Watcher offers an incline of her head, leaving her to her words with the recovering youngling. Her silver eyes scan about, taking note of another bed's occupant. This entity possessed crutches. Another thoughtful twitch of her ears, and she glanced to the Death Knight as she departs. The Watcher offers farewell by flicking her dagger off her forehead in something of a salute. As her gaze falls, she notices the tabard in the wastebasket. She frowns, leans, and plucks it out. A soft snort, and she folds it, stashing it with her own things to be mended and washed for later.

The Watcher remains until consciousness is reached by the youngling.

[Krilari]

A slight mutter broke through the infirmary as the towering Warde trekked his way through. After a brief question to one of the nurses, he would come to near the beds with a surprising silence for a man clad in head to toe in armors.

Only after removing the imposing metallic helm would Anthrion tip his head, greeting those still conscious in silence. As much as he wished to come by the side of his lover, he instead sat atop one of the wooden stools a few strides away. Once settled he would bring his hand about, unwrapping a few layers of blood-crusted bandages. Just as the wound is revealed- a decently sized gash along the joint of his arms- a nurse would near with a needle and strong thread. A few more mutters would shared in the eerily silent room before the nurse began, nimble digits weaving the needle to sew the split flesh.

A tug once, twice, snap! The thread was cut, leaving the wounded flesh mended together by force. A warning played from the Nurse's lips before she went off, idly checking on the others. Once she left, the towering man would finally near the bed of the injured Private, and subsequently the side of his lover. He greeted her with a simple kiss on her cheek before peering to the wounded, looking her over.

Words were shared, asking how she ended up like this. No one seemed to be quite sure, so it seemed only appropriate that the Warden stay by her side to find out, and thus he did.

[Sol]

Instead of melting in from the shadows or bursting into existence from afar with a flash of runic power, Kaerithel Essara Sabersong took the comparatively boring option of entering the infirmary on foot and in plain sight. Robed and hooded like the mysterious hunter who visited hours before her, her distinctive runic tattoos were masked by a shroud of heavy cloth, and her hands are stowed in her sleeves. Pausing at the foot of the bed, she flashes a wan smile at the Watcher and Warden sitting sentinel over their collective charge, then checks over the clipboard detailing the young soldier's condition before gently mopping feverish sweat from the child's brow with a hand wrapped in leather straps.

An awkward while's sitting in on the wounded girl later, she reaches into the folds of her robe and procures what appears to be an arrow, one with a barbed shaft and a broad, flat iron head. It's clearly of tribal make and designed to cause horrible pain and damage. Stained elven blood clings to the gleaming arrowhead in spots; the arrow has been let fly, and it's been let fly at somebody with long ears. But apart from that, strangely enough, it seems to have been meticulously cared for, as though somebody deliberately cleaned it up after tearing it out of a wound, although its points and edges have been deliberately blunted.

Woven delicately between the crude wooden barbs is a ribbon of scarlet silk, one that's marked with intricate Darnassian lettering in silver ink and a flowing calligraphic pattern. If one was to turn the arrow in their hands and follow the words in the sequence they've been carefully drawn, as much could be read: Never forget that it takes more than this to kill you.

The morbid memento is left at Kalah's bedside with a card folded over it. The card reads as such:

Good to see you're keeping so safe, little sister.

Rest well. The war will be there for you to fight tomorrow.

-K

On the other side of the note has been inscribed a runic symbol that a select some might recognise as signifying recovery and mending, identical to a similar marking over the runemaster's right shoulderblade. With a nod and slight smile to Nuadon and a brisk salute (and accompanying sardonic grin) Anthrion's way, Kaerith of the Ash Wardens skulks back out into Ashenvale's eternal twilight, permitting herself to vanish once more into one of the hazy shimmers of runic light that seem to follow her wherever she goes.

[Drust]

A quite tall and seemingly ragged Kaldorei with long, slightly dirty green hair enters the infirmary, a Nightsaber following quietly behind him. He would be stopped by one of the medics protesting against animals in the ward, after a short discussion it would seem they came to an agreement. The Kaldorei would gaze around the infirmary looking for someone. The Nightsaber would release a very low groan to the Kaldorei before trotting toward the bed Kalah is laying in, the Kaldorei following his friend quietly.

He would reach the bed greeting the two by it, then looks down at the youngling with slight worry before reaching to a small sack on his belt which clearly has teeth marks on it. He would place the sack on the table beside the bed, smiling lightly. "I think it would please you to know I never got to enjoy my spoils..." He spares a slightly annoyed glance to the Nightsaber before he continues to speak. "I know for a fact when you are well you're going to need it though, so I have restocked it, get well soon Kalah." The Kaldorei places a hand on her shoulder for a moment, the Nightsaber hoisting himself up on the other side of the bed with his two front paws giving Kalah a lick on the cheek before dropping back to the ground. The Kaldorei would bow his head slightly to the two by the bed before making his way out of the infirmary, the Nightsaber following quietly behind him.

[Ural]

The young soldier stirs a few hours later with a deep inhale followed by a groan. Her silver eyes blink open and she is greeted by a familiar sight; the infirmary's ceiling. She pushes herself up on her elbows, and looks to the side. She smiles at the first sight of the Warden and Watcher, but it slowly fades as she looks down at her blankets. Kalah seems not too eager to talk at first as she licks her dry lips and avoids their concerning looks. She reaches for a small glass of water on the nightstand and takes a long draw from it as she scans the other items. Her eyes twitch as they land first on the ornate arrow, soon drifting down to a bowl of wild berries. Kalah sets the glass of water down and plucks up the card. She brings it down to her lap to read it before folding it again to rest on her legs. After a moment, the gravitas of her visitors overcomes her shame and she answers as if already knowing the question.

"I was scouting by the Falfarren River near the Orcish Post. I was following the same lead I had a few weeks ago concerning the Shadethicket bog monsters. I was distracted by a pair of Orcs fighting amongst themselves on the other side of the River. I was content hiding in the brush watching.. but then a Sin'dorei swam across the River into our territory. I managed to ambush her, but the elven hunter got a shot off before I could properly get at her with my moonglaive."

Kalah turns to pick up the blunted arrow. As she turns the arrow to read it her eyes gloss over. Her tone is lowered and much more reserved as she continues, "The rest is blurry. I remember some Orcs, one was familiar.. but I recall only trying to escape and get back to the road. I assume someone found me and brought me here." The young child of the stars takes lets out a ragged sigh and seems ready for some type of scolding.

[Krilari]

As much as the child of a soldier prepared herself, she would not be prepared for the Warden's next movement.

He rose from his seat, departing from his lover's side for a brief moment to near the bed. By this point the bulk of his armor had been removed, the helm, shoulderguards, cloak and gauntlets all dismissed. His left hand would settle along her far shoulder, iron bracelet rattling gently as his person would tip, nearing. His lips parted, setting a fatherly kiss to the crest of the private's head, his form easing back carefully afterwards. His lips were now parted in a content smile.

"For the moment, we are simply glad to see you alive, Kalah. It is safe to be said that a fair amount of us have been worried ever since the news spread about. You have learned your lesson, and now we must simply see to your recovery."

The Warden trailed about to the pile of gifts left, his hand flicking through to pluck up a cookie that had been left earlier by Nuadon. He holds it just above the Private's reach, a smile on his lips.

"Now come, they haven't drained the spirit from you, have they?" He spoke in challenge.

[Ural]

Kalah blinks with her typical blank looking face as he pecks her head, a single tear escaping her glossy right eye. She noticeably relaxes back into the headboard of the bed. She looks up to catch his smile and returns one to him in kind. Kalah watches the Warden curiously get a cookie, and dangle it teasingly. Her lips curl into a wickedly playful grin as he challenges her.

"They never will!" She leaps up at the cookie and grabs it with greedy hands. After devouring it zealously, she remarks. "Nuadon makes the best cookies.."

Kalah shifts to the edge of the bed, setting her feet down on the wooden floor. She rises with a wide grin and gives Anthrion a long hug. Next she walks around him and gives her Shan'do a similar meaningful hug. "Thank you both for coming."

Kalah spends the next few minutes neatly setting her gifts on the nightstand. The soldier takes extra time to neatly make the hospital bed. As she walks around to the other side of the bed, she looks at her armor pile and frowns. "Dried blood, great.." She sighs and comments, "Going to have to polish it again."

[c0rzilla]

Nuadon was unprepared as well, brow lifting at the peck. A soft smile flowed onto her usually stern and stoic lips soon after. Gaze shifted to take in both the Warden and the Private distantly for a moment or two as she pondered something beyond.

A quick blink or two as her thoughts return to the present.

Her smile gained a quirk as she watches Kalah grab at the treat, teeth gently settling on her thumb as her hand lifted. Then a soft chuckle and dismissive wave at Kalah's compliment for her baking. The hug garners another lifted brow, stocky form tensing a moment--before strong arms wrap about her, one settling on the back of her teal-haired head. Arms slipped from the private as she scampered off, hands settling in her lap. The Private's notice of her armor caused another blink as she remembers something. She leaned to rummage in her own things, tugging out the bloodied tabard.

"And wash this. Or try to. I know a few things to get out blood.", Nuadon assured as she leaned to toss the stiff, folded cloth she had rescued from the trash bucket on the bed. She sat back with a relaxed slouch.

[Ural]

Kalah catches the tabard and flips it over to inspect it. "Not the first time I've bloodied a tabard.." She hums and takes a moment to herself as if something drifts into her mind. "I will go take care of this right now, and be back for my armor later." As she walks for the ramp down she hesitates, and feels the need to explain further. "..I'll be going to Stonetalon after I polish up my armor, if either of you need me."

Exit.

[Ural]