LORD, NO // o, surprise visitor

ashen · 07-18-2017, 05:54 PM

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videnda · 07-18-2017, 09:32 PM

oh yes of course... being fifteen and reciting the things that she needed made her a know it all. she should definitely be careful of that. although dahlia honestly was more concerned eith saving a guy's life rather than being passive aggressive and thinking unnecessary thoughts about her apparent teammate in the infirmary. at least she knew that fresh plants would word far better than ten year old antibiotics and many other medications who's potency had been reduced making them less affective and easier for bacteria to become immune to.

did this guy even do anything besides insult her mentally? didn't seem like it.she was at least doing the work.

in the infirmary, she had laid out the things that she would need and looked as they came in. Johannes would stay with her at least and hopefully prevent her from being kicked out, after all some new guy that they knew nothing about compared to the girl who had been there for years was probably more trustworthy when it came to knowing what you were doing. especially when this was far from the first, or worst, case she had done.

"alright, just gently set him down over there and i have the things needed over here," she spoke swiftly before heading back to the laid out materials. she was comfortable here and knew exactly where everything was. it was her favorite place as well with it's large window for light and all of the neatly organized materials in the cabinets and drawers. of course being upstairs was sometimes and issue, but they had a stretcher and the group was full of men to the point where dahlia was the only active female and so she had no shortage of help. "speech"

I'LL BE HOLDING ALL THE TICKETS

LORD, NO // o, surprise visitor
ashen Posts:5,064 #11 07-18-2017, 05:54 PM [table]
johannes angelicus	.
He gave Dahlia a quick nod, features deadpan but focused as he moved over to Arlo, bending at the knee and looking over the slightly-conscious, weathered face. Damn. He'd clearly been through a lot, though Johannes still wasn't sure what exactly had led him here. He was glad, though, he hadn't just...ended up on the snow, and died. He trusted him to survive in Dahlia's hands, and Drew could help, too. He held the elder's legs, and cast a glowering glance up to Drew. Oh. Right. Of course, he'd been planning to fucking hurl the guy onto the stretcher. Resisting a roll of the eyes, the dictator waited till Drew gave the count, then smoothly transferred him. He caught that sigh from the older man, and his muscles tensed. He was going to watch him around Dahlia. She didn't need some old man breathing down her neck in the first place. Wordlessly he nodded, standing with the stretcher, and cautiously turning them so it was he moving backwards to fit down the slightly narrow halls. He led them to the staircase, tilting his head only to give the man guidance on where to help him turn. Arlo was in good hands, at least on Johannes' end. He had some strengths, after all; one of them being...strength. He didn't shake or wobble. Their infirmary was large, clean and sterile. The shelves--some seemed a bit bare, but quite a few were still well stocked. They made sure to trade with St. Peters for whatever they could; and while medication was something fairly untrustworthy after years and years of deterioration, bandages, thread, scalpels and needles they had in good supply, alongside a few other things: cases of gloves, tape... Herbs and natural medicines were well-stocked, thanks to their well-practiced herbalist. Charts and books served as resources; though at this point, Dahlia herself didn't need them, Johannes surmised. He liked this place--he came here just because it was quiet and clean; and he worked hard at making sure the sterility was consistent. The room had counters, shelves; a sink that was disconnected from it's old plumbing and connected to the well--so it still gave them clean water. There was no heating system for the tap; but a small room off the main infirmary had been used to construct another stove. There were two cots wheeled out of the way; and a table that, in an emergency--could be operated on.	Sinking fast, the weight chained to my feet No time to argue with belief I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping Faster than me
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