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[sharpememory]

Prefect's hurt. Dying maybe. There for days. Level three, room fourteen to sixteen. Don't know which. Send doctors.

[OOC: There may be some in universe late replies, once Prefect has gone to the infirmary and Barron can reply properly. c:]

Comments

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I wasn't about to go looking in rooms until it was strictly necessary. But there you go.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Hm. Me neither.

I... well, at least he's getting help now.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Yeah. The guys in the infirmary seem to be pretty on the ball.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

hm.

You're there with him, yes?

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was. Now the doctors are doing things, so I've got some time on my hands.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Stay with him, he might need some company.

[You distrust wardens? Eddie distrusts Doctors.]

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's probably good advice. You never know how someone might react to being hurt.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

You never know. I'm sure he'll appreciate the thought, if nothing else.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I might go get some of his things from his room while I'm waiting.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I can do that for you, if you want.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I'm good. I need to change my shirt anyway. There's a lot of blood on it. But thanks.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Alright. That sounds like a sensible thing to do.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's pretty gross.