@euthaxasia who IMed for a Starter
Locus grunted as the soldiers helped him from the hog, the larger Merc leaning against them and limping heavily, blood dripping from his thigh. His hand was coated in the substance, as was his entire leg.
He would have taken care of the wound himself, but the only person at the Outpost that had clearance to the medical supplies was the resident Mad Doctor, Emily Gray. So he had no choice but to allow her to look it over, he had the feeling she’d never let him leave the infirmary otherwise.
Felix had gotten a lucky shot, the bullet tearing across the side of his thigh and leaving a large, bloody gouge in his leg. He limped into the infirmary, clenching his teeth against the pain in his leg. “Dismissed, I can handle myself from here.” He rumbled, waving the soldier off.
Post battle held a certain, euphoria for Emily Grey. No, she wasn’t a fighter, but the influx of injured soldiers kept her busy and left her feeling pleasantly distracted. The chaos of the medical ward was home to her.
Grey was torn away from her little hub of chaos by a panicky scout who had been sent just ahead. Something about Locus and a bullet wound and a lot of blood and Emily was concerned that the poor kid was going to faint right there on her not so much anymore pristine bay floor.
She met him at the door, a chart in one hand ready to be filled out, and the other open to help if he needed it although the way he was acting suggested that his pride may not accept her offer. ”Oh my, that is a lot of blood, and here I thought Laurence was just exaggerating!”
