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[OPEN] Earthquake Event - Clinic

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Location: Death City - Clinic
Rating: Varied
Time: January 22 onward
Description: Any disaster naturally will have its set of injured. OOC post here.

The barn that was the clinic had thankfully been spared any major damage, and apart from its furniture and supplies in disarray, it seemed to function without much difficulty. There was the pervading stench of chemical in the air due to broken bottles of medicine, but the open windows would soon deal with that. More importantly, the clinic was ready for its slew of patients, and bustled with its business more than ever.

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[Watson is always terribly busy, Holmes, but never too busy for you. He glances up from his work, weariness on his features, before setting the instruments he had been cleaning to shuffle over to the detective, expression brightening.]

I'm glad to see you here, my friend, and thank you. We always do need these. [He takes the box and sets it aside, before canting his head at the torn cloth over his friend's shoulder.] Are you hurt?

I second batch is preparing. The roads require more finesse then usual to navigate at the moment.

[So he has to leap abut just to get to the hospital and their rooms and back with supplies.

He glances at the tear. It was wider then it originally was and he gives a small shrug.]

I was rather distracted when it occurred. It is patched and the shirt may be mended.

[But he knows that won't be enough for Watson. He also know that there really is little time at the moment to argue over details (much as he would enjoy the distraction).]

It can wait, my Watson.

[He could try pleading. He could try logic. Neither would get the done quickly enough, however. Watson pursed his lips as he looked Holmes over, before taking the man's hand into his and, without warning, turning into a swordcane.]

You might as well, old boy, now that I'm right here and like this. It should heal faster, and should let you return to work immediately without risk of worsening it.

[Holmes raised an eyebrow when his hand was taken. Then only shook his head in slight amusement at the sudden weight.

...

He narrowed his brows and tested the weight of his weapon. No, now that he focus a bit the impossible lightness had returned.]

Are you well Watson?

[It's refreshing, aligning with a meister like this. The other meisters are excellent, of course, but they don't know each other quite as well as he and Holmes do.]

Well enough, Holmes. Well enough. [A bit tired, but that's nothing new. Slightly anxious at something, likely Holmes' new found drug habit, but Watson isn't elaborating.]

[There would be that small weight issue. Holmes nods. Anxiety seems to be a common thing between them. A thing Holmes wants to find a way to alleviate. The 'drug habit' is not as helpful in that regard as he had hoped.]

Well enough will have to do for now.

[He bends his arms easily to place Watson's hilt against his shoulder. The feeling of healing skin is always strange and he holds back a small shiver.]

[Was it not?]

It always has served its purpose, has it not? [But he focuses on the healing. This is easier than his usual, but it's still a fairly inconvenient wound to have on a person. It's a good thing he can fix it.] Would you like to go on a holiday with the children at a later time?

[In regards to Watson's health? No, well enough is not adequate. He shifts his shoulder once he can feel the wound healed. Perhaps it had been worse then he had thought considering the comfort now.

He brings his companion back to his front, letting Watson see the look on Holmes' face. A holiday...with children? Really?]

A rather domestic idea, my friend.

A bit of domesticity would be a fresh change from all of... this, I reckon. [This meaning this entire war. There's a teasing edge to his voice.]

['All of this' was rather a lot to include. Holmes shakes his head.]

Where would you wish to go? The shore? The countryside?

[There were actually a good deal of option open to them now that he thought of it. Travel in this time was so far advanced from their own.]

[All of this is... all of this. A lot has happened, hasn't it, my friend?]

The hot springs here in the city would be a fantastic start, wouldn't it? I've heard that the water is very soothing.

[Too much. Far too much.]

It has been years since I've enjoyed anything resembling the Turkish Baths.

[Plus, it was still withing the city. Holmes could be a bit more lenient to activities within the relative safety of the madless city.]

[Watson wouldn't risk himself in a madness-infested area, either. It's all... unpredictable.]

That's settled, then. May I leave you with the task of inquiring with the hotsprings for it? I shall speak to the children. [Such a domestic thing, isn't it?]

[Frighteningly domestic. Holmes accepts the children milling about their house (grudgingly he enjoys the new bit of chaos they bring) and how Watson seems to smile a bit more.

Still...this...is very familia, Watson. Are you sure Holmes is ready.]

The children. Yes.

[...]

It will be done when the city is back to a small semblance of normalcy.

[Meaning. Clinic duties go out the window and Holmes will leave his chemicals alone as well.

...when did this all happen?]

[A very subtle way of training you for domestic things, heh.]

Perhaps in a week's time? [wheedle]

[Lovely. A domestic Holmes...your novels may never be quite the same.]

A week it will be then. I will see about arrangements; if you say you will return to our plat by early evening.

[A tires Watson is something Holmes wants to see less of.]

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