http://endthiscycle.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] endthiscycle.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] soul_logs2010-07-16 02:04 pm

A soldier will fight long and hard [OPEN]

Characters: OPEN
Location: Horrorspital
Rating: PG?
Time: August 23rd-August 25th
Description: A place for all those injured from the mission and frog invasion to be healed
Note: Set up is complete!

Medics/Helpers:

Winry Rockbell
John Watson
Sakura Kinomoto
China
Aerith Gainsborough
Shibuya Yuuri
Miranda Lotto
Lacus Clyne
Naomi

Patients:

Nataku
Gaara
Joshua Kiryuu
Namine
Edward Elric
Kida
Mifune

This is simply a reference chart. You don't have to participate in the log if your name is listed, and if you think you should be added/taken out, please let me now in the ooc post. If you are confused please reference the previous visitation log here

The Clinic is a fairly large, several rooms with a number of beds partitioned by curtains your muses can open or close as they see fit.
stalwartcane: (heh)

[personal profile] stalwartcane 2010-07-26 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
He considered saying no, or detaining them there for a while yet, but Watson could also foresee all the trouble he would have to deal with should their unspent energy bubble forth to persistently and consistently hound him about it.

“Yes, you may go home, as long as you remain in bed for the rest of the day.” Watson could not stress it well enough. “I will visit later in the day, if you do not mind. Would you require a wheelchair to take you back to your room?” It was a short walk and a trip up the lift, but Gaara’s thigh may be more sore than Watson could see.

[identity profile] sandsworn.livejournal.com 2010-07-26 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I can walk." Gaara wasn't certain of that, but he couldn't accept the idea of being pushed about in a wheelchair, even for a short while. He might not be Kazekage in this world, but the need to appear strong at all times--whatever his actual condition--was ingrained deep into him.

To prove the point, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his feet. His wounded leg trembled a bit beneath him, but held.