OPEN CLINIC POST

[stepford_smiler]

Who: Hakkai and anyone else!
What: Clinic post! Newcomers and older cave dwellers alike that felt like either tangoing with dragons and flirting with monsters and got injured, please come here. As well as other helpful clinic staff
Where: Clinic
When: DRAGONS HOLY SH--
Warnings: TBA


[Hakkai is pretty content with his own dragon to go around messing with other dragons. Also, it doesn't seem like that great an idea to go fighting dragons like that. Especially without a solid team of his own anymore.

He's just fine with sitting here and waiting for the flood of injured people to come sweeping in and needing to be healed.]

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[pellameno]

[ Other helpful clinic staff, you say? Well Pell's made it to the clinic, dodging dragons as he went, as he knows he's no use against them himself and his potential team, so to speak, has left Hadriel. He's a bit wide-eyed when he darts inside, but intact.

He addresses Hakkai immediately, peering deeper into the clinic like he's expecting the place to be swarming with the injured and is surprised that it isn't yet. Uncertain if that's a good sign or a bad sign -- people could be out there trapped underneath collapsed buildings or dragon's claws. ]

Has anyone come in?

[stepford_smiler]

[Hakkai looks over at Pell quickly then shakes his head, his own dragon perched on top of his shoulder.]

Not yet. But I'm sure we'll get a wave of people soon. I was thinking of doing a round, but...

[Taking on a dragon sounded like it needed measures that he would rather avoid for the time being.]

[pellameno]

[ Pell shakes his head; it's better to stay in here, where people know how to find them. He certainly couldn't hold down the fort alone. ]

It's crazy out there. Let's just hope they don't take out this building.

[stepford_smiler]

If it comes to that, thankfully I'll have a solution.

...

Very temporarily.

[Because his qi barrier can only withstand so much.]

[pellameno]

What kind of a solution..?

[stepford_smiler]

It's a little hard to explain.

But it would work. It has before.

[Also meaning: I've dealt with cave ins before.]

[pellameno]

Giant angry monsters collapse the buildings you're in often?

[stepford_smiler]

Ahahaha...no. The first time was partially my own fault.

[Peer pressure to destroy walls to underground dessert buildings and all of that. No big deal.]

[hippocratical]

[Once the sheer disbelief passes, Simon is 100% in Crisis Mode. Meaning, he's at the clinic almost before the roars have finished echoing, on his comm and tracking the progress of the fighting. He and Hakkai have crossed paths, of course, it's inevitable with how much time he spends at the clinic, but there's never really been a chance for proper conversation--and it seems like that trend is continuing.]

We should have someone here, of course, but should we send someone out to do triage? It sounds like there are a few centers in the cave where there's combat taking place.

[stepford_smiler]

[Hakkai looks over at him, his eyebrows raising at the sudden conversation that he wasn't expecting to happen.]

Pardon?

I...yes, that would be ideal. Normally I would drive around to do that, but there don't seem to be many people covering the clinic itself.

[hippocratical]

[Generally speaking, that's the start to many conversations with Simon. Awkward silence as he tries to determine a proper beginning, outbursts that make the conversational start more awkward. He used to be better at this, but that was before a year on a ship with a mostly-taciturn crew.]

I don't know how many actual medical professionals we have, truth be told. We seem to have quite a few volunteers, nurses and suppliers mostly, but few trained staff.

[stepford_smiler]

[His head tilts just slightly then nods just barely in polite agreement.]

That's true. We've made do with whomever is available. Some of us have healing abilities too, which makes up for the lack of professionals, but we don't have that much choice in the matter.

[It isn't like they could control who popped in through the door. It would be great to have more actual doctors on hand...and medicine...and equipment...and mostly just not this.]

[hippocratical]

No, we don't, unfortunately. I'm trying to get a training course put together to at least get our volunteers consistently trained, at least keep them from killing anyone, but the gods don't exactly like to give us much time to plan, do they?

[Not being here at all would, of course, be optimal, but he'd settle for more supplies and a better place to work. Then again, there's worse places for him and River. An Alliance prison, for one.]

[stepford_smiler]

I think a first aid course would help, but a lot of people that help around the clinic know those kinds of things. We just lack supplies.

[He lets out a soft sigh and puts his hands on his hips.]

If you need help in training courses, I wouldn't mind. I've had to patch up quite a few injuries in my own world.

[hippocratical]

True. I just think it would be a good idea to offer these lessons to Hadriel at large. Just in case.

[In case of what? Fire-breathing dragons, for one. Zombies, for another. The clinic staff can't be everywhere, and well, Simon's already seen what the worst can bring.]

I wouldn't mind the help. It depends on the response we get, I suppose, but hopefully we'll need more than one instructor. Do you mind if I ask what your world is like?