[Event] Clinic!

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Characters: OPEN
Location: Death City - Clinic
Rating: Various
Time: February 2nd and onwards!
Description: The doctors and nurses are scrambling throughout the clinic to help with the sudden influx of patients.

The first casualties of the invasion started to limp their way in not long after the zombies and familiars began attacking people in the city. Fortunately there are a few concerned citizens doing their best to protect the clinic from being overrun while those within worked frantically to help anyone who was injured. Despite the desperate situation, the clinic personnel have so far been keeping their calm and working professionally to help any and all injured who come through their doors.

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Comments

[wiredgod]

I've been saving it to use just for you.

[Gyobu y u do. Bold sits up quickly, then instantly regrets it as her body protests the movement.]

Argh! Why do you have to say stuff like that!? [One of the pillows is getting launched at him in revenge]

[necrotizes]

[ Pillow bounces off head and now in lap. Wheel-wheel-wheel. ]

To only offer hope that you get well soon, of course.

[wiredgod]

[Bold grunts and carefully lays back down, eying him lightly]

Right. I bet you were hoping we were in a full-body cast or something.

You didn't come here just to visit me, did you?

[necrotizes]

I would not have been unhappy to see such a sight.

What would give you that idea? I was just hoping to see you in agony.

[wiredgod]

[That would be another pillow thrown at him. She's got one left now, don't make her waste that one too!]

Nice to know you love and care for us so much. [An eyeroll follows her sarcastic words]

I meant did you get injured too. You already look like a mummy, so it's hard to tell.

[necrotizes]

[ This pillow is set behind his back to rest on. Ah, all the leper comforts. ]

No more than usual. It seems my diseased state and lying about tends to make people think I'm dead.

[wiredgod]

[Gross. Burn that pillow. Her voice is deadpan] ...You can keep that. You're welcome.

[Bold just raises an eyebrow at him as if to say REALLY? YOU DON'T SAY.] I'm sure the fresh air will do you wonders. Maybe they can give you mechanical legs or something.

They can turn you into a robot.

[necrotizes]

At this point, I doubt that there is any cure to my illness. Even in this future world.

[ He laughs softly, which dissolves into the usual hacking cough -- he lifts his hand to cover his mouth. And wipes what slips out with some embarrassment. ]