Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190504210301

A groan of pain escaped Arthur's lips as Doctor Alexander helped him into a hastily-assembled medical bed, quickly morphing into a sharp hiss as the wound was hurriedly patched over with whatever scraps the medical professional was able to put together

"I'm fine...I'm fine..." Arthur muttered, his vision swimming. "It's just a flesh wound..."

In truth it was probably worse than that, but with proper bandaging it was unlikely to cause any lasting damage. It would hurt like hell for a while, and would probably be sore for a good month or two, but it was hardly the first injury the young warrior had been afflicted with.

After his punishing duel with the Decimari's agent, the primal strength that had filled Arthur had long since left him - replaced with a weariness that threatened to pull him into a deep sleep. Despite the crushing desire to give in to that alluring slumber, Arthur forced himself to remain awake, at least until they were clear of immediate danger.

"Scanners look clear," Helldrix declared after several quiet minutes, filled with only the occasional grunt of pain from Arthur as Alexander went about the impromptu surgery. Eventually, he left his station and made his way to where Arthur lay, and where the doctor was going about his work.

"I must congratulate you two on our successful escape. In all honesty, I had not expected us to all make it out of that facility alive." He spoke softly as he took a seat next to Arthur, placing one leg over the other and crossing his arms. "But now that we have, I think it best that we discuss our next course of action." He looked at Alexander with a pointed expression.

"I presume that would be treating your wife, Doctor Nobel."