If you prick us, do we not bleed? [open]

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

In some ways fainting had been a blessing to Chaucer. Medically, it was nothing but a nightmare, but he hadn't had to deal with the doctors or healers, or whoever had patched him up in the end. Whoever it was had done a brilliant job; Geoff had been terrified that he'd lose his arm at the very least, probably die. Instead he'd woken up to a splint and some heavy sort of wrapping. He couldn't move his arm, but it wasn't missing. A few minutes of checking it over had passed before he'd even noticed the odd pulling in his side and noticed the bandages there.

The relative lack of pain was a marvel in itself.

He needed to find out who had helped him, thank them, eventually. When he got out of the medbay. For now he was propped up slightly in his bed, struggling with the stylus for his comm. Left-handed writing was ridiculously difficult, made even more awkward by the unfamiliarity of the surface, but it was something to do. A way to write Philippa, one he could transcribe into legibility later.

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[gotsomebite.livejournal.com]

Gavroche was wondering around again, open door lead to more doors, which took him farther off his intended path. Mind, that path had been forgotten over an hour ago, but that wasn't the point. The boy was on an adventure! Thus, adventures meant wandering.

Peeking in the doorway, he watched the one-armed man struggle, and covered his mouth to keep from laughing too loud., it wasn't supposed be funny. Even if it was.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Chaucer glanced up when he heard a hint of laughter and blinked in surprise. He'd missed, somehow, this boy's presence on the ship. Though with more people coming in all the time, that really should not have been a surprise.

"Hello, young sir."

[gotsomebite.livejournal.com]

He was a sneaky one, that little gamin, but he was shocked to be called sir by an adult. Not that, of course he wasn't an adult. This one was just bigger than him, that's all.

He waved as a reply, and then asked, because he was curious after all, "What're you trying to do?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

The way the boy behaved made Geoff grin. A little adult, but not too old either. He had to wonder how much work it would take to coax the lad inside for a chat. "I'm attempting a letter without benefit of my good hand. It's rather a mess, I'm afraid."

[gotsomebite.livejournal.com]

He stayed in the doorway for a bit, on his toes though, to see if perhaps he would be able to tell what the letter said, if by chance there pictures.

"What's it about?"

[forced-unlife.livejournal.com]

Despite his insistence that it wasn't necessary, Khel had been brought to the medbay anyway. At the very least, no one had tried gluing his skull back together. The pieces had sealed themselves once put into position just as he'd predicted. Still, now he had a rather large wrap around the upper part of his cranium, covering one eye socket and leaving the skeleton oddly unblinded. It was strange that he could see through the bandage so easily; then again, he'd never tried to blind himself.

"I am curious; what does thy writing relate to?" he asked coaxingly, stepping closer to the mortal in the cast.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Ah," is all Chaucer can manage at first. There is a skeleton and it is talking to him and first and foremost he should not scream.

"My wife. It is a letter to my wife."

Usually he'd lie, but whoever it was had startled the truth out of him.

[forced-unlife.livejournal.com]

"Thy wife is fortunate to have a husband so attentive," Khel replied. Adjusting his helmet in the hopes of appearing perhaps slightly less ridiculous, the skeleton nonetheless picked up on the man's discomfort almost immediately. Several millennia of existence and challenges by overzealous adventurers had honed it in him.

"My name is Khel no'Gran, scribe. Thou hath no need to be afeared of myself, for I intend no harm upon thee."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Well, then. Geoff swallowed down his fear. This wasn't the strangest thing he'd seen, after all. He tilted his head, considering before he answered. "I think she would rather I was present than merely attentive in my letters, sir, but thank you."

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

"How you feeling, neighbour?" comes the quiet voice from the doorway. Sparhawk had spent most of the time since the fight in the City, lurking around the City. His anger was still burning, and he didn't think that he was fit for other company. He probably would have done something that he would have regretted.

But concern for his friends drove him out of his self imposed hiding place. Anger had no place in a sickroom, and so Sparhawk had left his temper and frustration behind in the City, and was able to offer Chaucer a smile, albeit a slightly crooked one.

"Or should I not be asking stupid questions?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings, but when he glances up and spots the knight it's hardly unwelcome. Putting his stylus down, he smiles slightly. "I have no idea what they have done," he answers truthfully, "but I am feeling surprisingly well. It seems like a miracle."

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

Relief shows clearly in Sparhawk's eyes at Chaucer's announcement. "Much of what happens here seems almost miraculous, but I am glad that one has happened to you."

He steps further into the room rather than lurk in the entrance any longer.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"It's a relief from how my luck has been of late, m'lord, I will admit." Seeing that Sparhawk isn't just dropping by for a moment, Geoff awkwardly tries to shift and sit up a little more. His comm almost slips off his lap, but he manages to catch it.

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

Robert peeked into the room to make sure that the man was, first off, awake. Then he stepped inside and made his way over to the medical bed, watching for a moment before he spoke up.

"Hey, Geoffery. Just wanted to come check up on you after that whole nasty thing."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Glancing up, Geoff grinned at him. He liked visitors. "Then I won't have to find you to thank you. Very charitable, m'lord."

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

Robert grinned and shook his head.

"It wasn't like I could just leave you to bleed to death. I was just doing my best to help. And call me Robert, no need to call me lord or anything like that."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Well, my thanks anyway, Robert. I'm very grateful. I would really rather not die out here."

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert had been lurking just outside, watching other visitors come and go. He waited for a pause in people to head in, standing at Chaucer's bedside, an unreadable look on his face.

"You ought to have lost the arm."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff swallowed, fiddling with the stylus a little, barely glancing over. "I know."

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert tried a different approach.

"You should not have been in the city."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff glanced at him, expression soft. "And yet I was, and I have lived through it."

[staturity]

After Hunter healed her, Cassie was a lot better off than the other injured, but she was still in the Med bay. She would have tried to leave but she still hurt a lot. Not to mention Jonas would kill her if she tried.

She needed to find something to occupy her mind and talking to that guy over there seemed like a good idea. "What are you writing?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"A letter," Geoff said before glancing up at the la-- girl resting nearby. He blinked. Had she been in the fighting too? He hadn't really been looking around, but it seemed likely now.

[staturity]

Less fighting, more trying to figure out what was going on.

"To who? Someone back home?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

When you're trying to hide, there's little difference between the people running around out there.

"My wife. Usually I wouldn't use this thing," he explained, waving his stylus, "but I'm afraid I'd smear ink into illegibility."