A World Apart: Scarlet Courage!

[Beia Meiling]

Beiling and Susan Daunt stumbled into the nurses office. Susan had developed a large bruise on her chest and dried blood crested on her lip. In addition, she was still dripping with cold ocean water, though she didn't seem to mind it.

Beiling on the other hand had a good deal of blood soaked into her lower clothing, the scarlet colored liquid emanating from her lower stomach. She also look extremely exhausted in her body motions.

Though they suffered all of this, they both had grins on their face. Whatever they had done to get these injuries, they had fun in the processes.

[Ame Robinson]

Since Ame was working at her desk in the office proper, with her back to the infirmary entrance, and since no one spoke to her or rang the bell on the ledge of the office window, it took a moment for her to finish what she was typing and turn to see if anyone had come in, or if someone had just opened the wrong door in confusion and gone away again.

Of course, when she saw the two girls, she practically flew out of her chair, with an exclamation lost in the furor, and into the waiting area. She took a fraction of a second to size them up. Grins or no, Beia's situation looked serious.

"You," she indicated Beia, "Exam One." She looked over Susan once more, more carefully, but lacking the ability to see through clothing, didn't notice any obviously serious injuries. To her, she said, "Tell me what happened." She stepped forward to take Susan's place as Beia's support and help her to the exam room.

(( I am assuming Susan's shirt covers her chest. >.> ))

[Susan Daunt]

Susan laughed a little, abruptly pausing to wince as her chest complained at the movement. Urgh. Okay. Less humor then.

"Well," she began, "We were sparing down by the beach, first blood only, and eliminated each other at the same time. I tagged her with a knife to the stomach, at the same time she hit me with a punch that tossed me half way down the beach and through at least one rock. Feels and looked like it anyway."

She grinned in memory, expression tainted slightly by pain as she rubbed her chest, "Good fight."

[Beia Meiling]

"A little blood lost for a fun battle is a good trade." She said, down playing the amount of fluids coming out.

She walked with the nurse. "Come on in to Susan, no reason we can't share a room. That punch had to hurt, no matter how tough you are."

Though her face was beaming happily, like a cat who had caught a mouse, the pain was getting to be a bit much. She hadn't developed the hardy stamina her mother had yet, good things required time and all that. But that didn't help her out now, as the world was starting to blur out a little.

[Ame Robinson]

"You were fighting? You were stabbed?" Ame gaped, astounded that they were taking this so coolly. Normally she would have reassured patients in such condition, but in this case it seemed the opposite was needed: the girls weren't nearly concerned enough. "Do you have any idea how serious a gut injury can be? I'm shocked that you allowed this to happen!"

At this point they'd reached the exam room, and (failing any resistance), Ame bodily lifted the slightly built Beia onto the table. Susan would find that the only other accommodations were a couple of chairs. "Pull up your shirt," she ordered Beia, turning to grab some disposable gloves from a box on the counter.

"Do you have the knife with you?" she asked Susan. Seeing it would help her understand the wound it had inflicted.

(( I'd like to know where exactly the knife went in and if/how far it dragged before coming out again. Choose wisely! ))