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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 15, 2006 20:35:52 GMT -5
Tavis and Mac lead Reza into a clean hospital room and sat him down on the bed. Mac told Tavis to stay, "It will help you learn."
Mac helped Reza take off the remains of his clothing, "How long were you out there?" He asked as he ran his hands lightly over Reza's burns.
(For Reza, Tavis, and Mac)
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 15, 2006 21:41:59 GMT -5
Reza was a good patient. He didn't flinch at Mac's touch, didn't whine or whimper or otherwise make a nuisance of himself. "Not sure," he said softly. "A couple hours, a couple days?" he shrugged. "I was on patrol and got sniped, then ambushed...Called for help but I must've been out of range or something..." he shrugged again, then settled to watch Mac and Tavis with his dark red eyes. "So I'm back in the hospital. I guess it's been a while."
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 15, 2006 22:11:36 GMT -5
"We have to find a way of effective communication," Mac said, "Tavis find me some Silvadene, it should be in the cupboard over there." He figured that the burns were bad enough to warrent the use of the cream.
"It is a cream for burns, it is the best that I can do until we have a healer free to help you." He said as he turned back to Reza. Tavis handed him a small jar and Mac started to spread the white cream over the burns.
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 15, 2006 22:22:30 GMT -5
Reza mused, dryly, "I thought it was marshmallow fluff and you were turning me into a harish s'more." He streched, and watched Tavis working. "I *had* an effective way of communication. It should've worked. Telepathy ain't like phonelines. It doesn't go down. That just doesn't happen..."
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 15, 2006 22:36:23 GMT -5
"Perhaps no once could be bothered to come and fetch you. Not every har out there would risk their necks to save a toasted har you know. Unlike Tavis here I don't believe in the inherent goodness of all hara."
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 15, 2006 22:41:05 GMT -5
Reza's eyes glittered. "I see if the Tura haven't lost their hospitality they've certainly lost their tact." He twisted his lips into a smile. "a little ...tense... are we?"
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 16, 2006 12:09:24 GMT -5
"Oh I can be very tactful, but I don't really think you desire me to sugar coat things. I can if you wish." Mac smiled at Reza, "And as for tense, no. I am how ever annoyed. I believe you would be to if you were dragged from your lover's arms to tend to a toasted Rodrae, which I am assuming you are."
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 16, 2006 12:45:44 GMT -5
Reza nods to Mac. "I see... that does put a different spin on things. I do apologize. I wasn't expecting to become toast wen I went out on patrol. What day is it anyway?"
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 16, 2006 12:56:05 GMT -5
"The fifth," Mac set the jar of Silvadene on the bedside table, "And now you need to rest, someone will be around later to tend to your burns. What is your name by the way? I am Mac har Tura, and the dreadlocked one is Tavis."
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 16, 2006 23:57:04 GMT -5
"The *FIFTH?!*" The har's eyes widened in shock. "THe FIFTH?!" he repeated again in disbelief. And then back descended the unnatural calm. "I am Reza har Rodrae.... and it was the third... last time I was awake..." and then he starts to shake. Terrified that the magic knocked him that low... not an hour or two. A whole day... gone. For a day, the border was unwatched. Something could've happened. What if the tribe was attacked, and that's why they didn't respond? What if.... a thousand horrible possibilities flash through his mind, and his eyes turn from maroon to the color of fresh-spilt blood. "Oh gods.... the borders were unwatched..." paranoid? Perhaps. But he has his reasons.
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 18, 2006 16:52:25 GMT -5
Tavis turned and stared and Mac let out a rather interesting vagularity.
"Yes the fifth, and you are very lucky that you are not dead Reza har Rodrae. And nothing has happened at the boarders that I know of," he turned to Tavis, "do you know of anything?"
Tavis shook his head, "No, it is been rather quiet."
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 18, 2006 23:41:23 GMT -5
Reza relaxed. He settled back down against the bed. "don't underestimate the humans. Don't trust them." he murmurs, energy spent in his momentary outburst. "They'll know I'm not dead....bind the chains... " The albino's eyes close, and he lapses back into unconsciousness, and coma-like sleep as his body starts to focus on repairing it's injuries.
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 20, 2006 15:58:51 GMT -5
Mac pulled a sheet over Reza and left the har to sleep as he and Tavis left the room, ignoring the har's words. The Rodrae were a strange lot.
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