[ It was probably inevitable that sooner or later Curufin would turn up at the Clinic as a patient instead of as somebody else's transporter, or as the supplier he normally is. And wouldn't you know it, it's today! He got messed up during the fight with Caedra's demons, one of the Vrocks scored him with its claws. He's got three deep puncture wounds between his ribs on the right side of his ribcage. The claw tips were sharp and narrow enough to get between the links of his chain mail shirt, as evil and swift as arrows. The cotton button-down under the mail shirt is saturated with blood. He didn't have the sense to break off the fight and come here on his own, so after the demons were dealt with, his brother Maglor brought him -- Curufin protesting all the way.
He is dumped summarily on a table and hopefully somebody can see him soon. Otherwise, he'll find a way to sneak out. He's a terrible patient. ]
[ Grumble grumble. ] This was not my idea of a happy Sunday in the park!
April 1
He is dumped summarily on a table and hopefully somebody can see him soon. Otherwise, he'll find a way to sneak out. He's a terrible patient. ]
[ Grumble grumble. ] This was not my idea of a happy Sunday in the park!