.050 | Voice. [Warden Filter]

[paradoxlol]

[BACKDATED TO DURING/RIGHT AFTER SEXBY'S KILLING SPREE.]
 
[Arthur's breathing sounds short and pained, thanks to some broken ribs he's now sporting.  Due to the timing of all of this, he's totally missed out on all warden posts about Sexby's rampage, and thus has no idea there's anything going on.  WHOOPS.]
 
I need a hand.  Or. [Cough.] Two hands.  I don't care.  Someone come to level eight, room 19 and help me drag my inmate to the infirmary. Just a warning: he's really heavy.
 
...
 
And a doctor might-- [Short gasp.  STOP MOVING, ARTHUR.  He sounds a little irritated when he continues:] Might need to get some sutures ready.
 
[OOC: THIS IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWS THE SPAM IN ARTHUR'S LAST POST.  He and Perry beat each other up.  Like manly men.]

Comments

[dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com]

I'm on my way. Don't move him any further.

[paradoxlol]

[Snort. He sounds a little amused:] I couldn't move him if I tried.

[dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com]

Transportation to the infirmary should be on its way as well.

[paradoxlol]

Transportation?

[dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com]

Someone who can move your Inmate to the Infirmary without injuring them.

[paradoxlol]

Got it. I'll wait here, then.

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Transport assistance needed, Doctor? Mass doesn't matter to me.

[dark-surgeonx.livejournal.com]

Yes, that would be appreciated.

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

I'll pop right down then.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

What the hell happened?

[Private]

[paradoxlol]

What passes for conversation between me and Perry these days.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

Jeez. You okay?

[Private]

[paradoxlol]

Yeah, I'm fine. [Mostly.] And I might've started it, anyway.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

Still. How many ribs did you break? [Because lol he recognizes what that breathing pattern means.]

[Private]

[paradoxlol]

[DAMN YOUR ATTENTION TO DETAIL, DICK.]

One, maybe two. I can't tell for sure yet.

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Hullo! I'm to be your ambulance. Please try to stay relaxed when I appear. How bad off are you? I don't like your breathing.

[paradoxlol]

I'm fine, don't worry about it. Just a couple of bruised ribs. [Or cracked. OR BROKEN.]

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Right, well, please do let the Doctor have a look at you too, all right?

*ksht*

[spam]
[Arkady has the presence of mind to appear a little down the hall and come to the doorway instead of just poofing in suddenly.]

Ooo, he's a big lump. [She walked in, peering between him and Perry, then crouches down and touches his arm gently.]

I'll need you to take my hand and close your eyes. Might want to lock the room up first.

[paradoxlol]

[Arthur's waiting in Perry's cabin, slumped on a chair that he'd pulled up by the unconscious inmate. Despite the scuffle, he doesn't look too bad off, mostly because all of the damage is hidden under his shirt. He sits up a little when Arkady enters.]

Tell me about it. I wasn't looking forward to trying to carry him.

[Then, he stands carefully and walks over to the door to shut it as best he could.]

The lock's kind of... broken. [Thanks to Arthur kicking the door in.] I'll have to get it replaced.

[He walks back to Arkady and crouches beside her and Perry, looking down at his inmate with a look of... nope, no regret there. Some slight worry, though. Arthur takes the other warden's hand.]

Thanks for doing this.

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

No, that's a two people and a stretcher job. Or one handy teleporter!

Oh, well, all right then. He'll grumble, of course, but better that than more punching.

[She squeezes his hand.] Right, then. One, two...

[For a moment they're in a shining white place with no real sense of up or down...]

[...then the infirmary, with Perry on one of the empty beds Arkady scoped out before popping in.]

There we go! You all right? It's a bit startling at first.

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

What's the matter, Arthur. Lose a fight?

[He RELISHES in your pain]

[paradoxlol]

You should see the other guy.

[NO, REALLY, ARTHUR TOTES WON-- through cheating.]

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

Dawsey, right? He's built like a tank. No wonder you lost.

[paradoxlol]

You realize I'm the one who's still standing, don't you?

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

You're a warden. You lot revive from death without asking the Admiral's permission.