[identity profile] raptorwithagun.livejournal.com 2009-10-29 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is someone going to treat me, or must I wait until I have bled to death?" Red Snout quipped from his table.
bonnypiperlad: (seriously?)

[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2009-10-30 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
There's a snort from Jamie's general direction. It's almost...amused sounding.

He's not looking at the table, though. His attention is primarily focused on the outside hallway.
Edited 2009-10-30 07:29 (UTC)

[identity profile] snarky-raptor.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Impatient." Sharp Tongue nips Red Snout's shoulder, she comes alongside the table carrying...

Yes. That is a fork. That is a piece of silverware. It's a perfectly useful medical tool for her. If nobody stops her, she'll be using it to dig the round out. She sets it down to apply a numbing ointment of some kind from what appears to be the bottom half of a broken glass bottle.

Raptors aren't good at making their own containers, they go with what they can find.

[identity profile] raptorwithagun.livejournal.com 2009-10-31 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Red Snout suppressed a hiss of pain as Sharp Tongue began digging for the bullet, wincing. He snapped back at her, bickering all the while as she worked on him.

"Are you trying to dig out my whole leg? Watch what you're doing!"

It's his way of coping, really.