Farewell Happy Fields!

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Farewell Happy Fields!

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What: Aftermath of Anoli Attack: Hospital
Where: Leo Ward - Caduceus Hospital Headquarters
Summary: It is the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies. The injured have been taken to Caduceus Hospital Headquarters, and it is time for reflection, visting, or old-fashioned escapes from the hospital rooms.
Warnings: Mild squick if people want to describe their wounds in explicit detail.

Caduceus Hospital Headquarters. It has a distinguished history within Hinoto-Ri, boasting of a staff of well-trained Healers, as well as possessing the most cutting edge medical technology possible. There was no limb they couldn't reattach, no organ they couldn't replace... - they even claimed to be able to bring someone back from the dead (with the small disclaimer that it could only occur under certain conditions and with an obscene amount of luck).

So needless to say, the hospital was more than well-equipped to deal with the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies.

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Nearly every hospital bed had been filled by an injured patient that night. The A&E room had been in constant chaos, with civilians crying and shouting, searching for loved ones, or demanding to see doctors or healers to help so-and-so...

There had also been plenty of reporters milling about, shouting and crying over the status of the Mayor's Secretary, and whether the Red Lion had really died at the scene, or if he was still alive and well within the safety of the hospital's ICU.

By the time morning broke, there was a false sense of tranquillity within the hospital. The healers had been pushed to their limits with the sheer number of patients being wheeled in and out of surgery, but otherwise, the situation had finally gotten under control. Now, both civilians and visitors were merely waiting for word of the conditions of their injured friends and family...

[Welcome to the winding down of the event! You are now at the hospital, where you may be visiting the injured, or be one of the injured yourself! Those with RED injuries will be in the ICU, and those with YELLOW injures will be in normal wards, for obvious reasons. Those with GREEN injuries wouldn't have had to go to the hospital at all, so they are free to come and go as they wish!

You may all start your threads and mingle!]

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[selfgodded]

"Ah-"

Anant stopped when they felt hands on them, bowing their head in an effort to hide their face even more from view. Why was this place full of so many people wandering around? Ah, maybe they should have pulled the pillow case off of the pillow and worn it until they found an actual mask...

"I am in search of my mask. My health is secondary to that," they said, their tone low and controlled - sharply different to his manic, jubilant voice at the party.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"But--!" Avitus glanced quickly to the other at that. Were they serious?

...Yeah, seemed to be serious.

He sighed, wings sinking behind him, and glanced around. There wasn't really much nearby that could be used as a mask, He'd been in his brother's hospital enough to know what sorts of things were in them, though, and he knew that some of the supplies could possibly work. Gauze, plaster for casts -- no, not without his gloves! the water would try to destroy his hands! -- and those long sticks and swabs, neither of which were quite long enough or flexible enough to--

His gaze went down to his wing, and dropped further, down to the largest feathers on the bottom.

"I might have an idea," he said, shifting to put his other wing around Anant's back, hugging them gently, to support them like that while he turned and reached to his other wing to tug at the big plumes. "I can try making you one with one or two of these... but... failing that, would a fan do? You can cover your face with one of those for now, right?"

If Anant was really going to refuse to let themselves relax and heal, over not having their mask... well, it seemed a simple enough need to try to meet, at least. He could puzzle at the why behind it, assuming there was one, later.

[selfgodded]

"Out of your feathers?" Anant seemed mildly distracted from their plight at such a thing. They lifted their head a little, splaying their fingers to peer between them. "Will that not hurt? My knowledge on winged creatures is a bit lacking, but I was under the impression that it was very painful to pull out feathers..."

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Yes and no," Avitus explained. Still testing his feathers, he paused briefly to give one of the lowest, largest ones a swift little tug. It came out easily, and he held it up for Anant to see; it was a good foot and a half long, half a foot wide, round and shiny and jet black, to match all the others. "Hair hurts when you pull it out too, doesn't it? But sometimes, feathers, like hairs, die and come loose, and then they have to be taken out so that new ones can grow in their place."

He reached over with the feather and put it against Anant's face, where they held their hands. The gesture didn't really need much explanation; he rather expected Anant to take it quickly enough, as it surely had more surface area with which to hide behind than a hand did. And then he turned back to that wing, testing the other lowest feathers, trying to find a match among the ones left, of which there were still quite a few.

"And after what happened... I'm rather certain that I'm going to be molting again; there're plenty that're loosening already." Hm, that wing didn't seem to have what he was looking for. He glanced over to the bottom edge of the one he'd put around Anant, to help hold them up.

"Would you mind terribly much if I suggested going somewhere you could sit, so that I can do this more easily?" Like perhaps back to the room with their bed, in which they should've stayed?

[selfgodded]

Anant took the feather when it was given to them, and had to fight the urge not to inspect it and bend it and just fiddle with it in fascination. It hid their face well, however, and they held it up like a fan, tilting it to the side to peek at Avitus with one narrowed eye.

"...hrm, certainly. I am feeling a bit, ah, woozy, at the moment. It is a strange, new feeling..."

They seemed a lot calmer now that they had something to conceal their face, and their placidness was a sharp contrast to their earlier wild panic.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Calmness was something he could most certainly deal with.

"All right... it was... which room?"

Avitus glanced about the way they'd come from the ICU ward, noting the perplexed nurse in the doorway, trying to figure out where their patient had run off to. "Never mind; I think I know which one. Here...."

He glanced back at Anant briefly as he led the short distance back to the room. "So a fan will do for now, then? I could, perhaps, make you another mask later, once things have settled down a bit, if you'd like...?"