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closed | some black ink on some blue lines

Date & Time: August 1st
Location: Transport clinic
Characters: Ellie, Joel, and ~~their hot nurse~~ Kaneis
Summary: Joel pops some stitches, Ellie brings him to a magical redhead
Warnings: Descriptions of blood/gore are likely!

Getting anywhere in the rain always seemed to take longer than anything else. Thankfully, they don't get lost on their way to their destination, and Ellie heaves a sigh of relief once she sees the clinic doors. Good. They made it. Her footsteps already feel lighter, any injuries of her own forgotten.

"Almost there. I got the door," she says to Joel, running ahead and holding it open for him. She leans inside. Sure looked like a clinic, or what remains she'd seen of labs and research facilities. Except this definitely felt alive. It felt hopeful.

"Hello? Need some help over here!"

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Yeah, a medic.

[He knew that "healer" always sounded a bit...strange to people, but he didn't have a medical degree either. So, medic would have to suffice. ]

Let's bring him into one of the exam rooms, I'll have to see the wound for myself.

[He'll walk over, being on the other side of Joel in case he needs the help.] This way. [He nods towards the doors on the other side of the waiting room]

Good 'nough. [ Joel grunts, wobbling dangerously as he starts forward to where the other guy had told them to go. The room spins for a moment but he pushes himself to get past those doors, eyes briefly squeezed shut and blinking upon opening to get his head back on straight.

He's on the verge of collapsing, a tremor starting in his knees, but the only thing that keeps him going is that damned promise to a certain little girl. ]

C'mon, Joel. We're almost there.

[Now she takes his arm, guiding him along.]

Yeah, it's not too far.

[He leads them to a hospital room, the nearest one to the door. He'll nod at the bed as he heads over to ready supplies]

Lay on that, I'll need to see the injury so open your shirt please.

[ Half seated on the edge he shrugs off his pack, or tries to only managing to get one strap half-way down. With some shifting around and some extra help, the cumbersome backpack is off on the ground to the side. Off next is the jacket and then the bottom buttons of his shirt are undone before he slides back onto the bed and lays on his left side, grateful for the comfort of an actual bed.

Joel will let this "medic" pull off the tape and gauze, or even Ellie. Right now he's just glad to be laying down and doesn't want to move anymore, eyes closing. ]

[Ellie helps him remove his gear and drops it on the floor, eager for him to get some rest. Now that they have someone who knows medicine, Ellie leaves it in Kaneis' hands--though she's watching him like a hawk as she moves to the head of the bed, by Joel.]

Be careful.

[He notices Joel's eyes closing. Really can't blame the guy- but first he starts talking as brings cleaning supplies over, moving to lift the gauze. It's..pretty gross looking under there. The bandages should have been changed awhile ago. Of course, considering the condition both of them are in he doubts they had any chance for that]

[As he works, he talks]

Any allergies to medications, serious medical conditions or religious and/or personal beliefs against the use of healing magic? [And without missing a beat] And yes, before you look at me like I'm crazy, magic's as real here as my freaky hair color.

[ His eyes flutter open at the words 'healing magic', head lifting off the pillow. ]

The hell-? Magic?

[ Joel shoots Ellie a look because - kiddo, just where in the hell did you bring him to? Then there's a look shot over at the redhead. ]

Magic ain't real. Your freaky hair is. [ Adds on a mutter: ] Ain't the first time I've seen somethin' like it.

[After meeting Jean and her psychic powers, Ellie is going to think all redheads have powers.]

Uh. Can we just get on with it? Magic powers, go!

Yeah, that's what they all say, but I'll take that as a no.

[He glances over at Ellie for a second before returning to his work] Sorry my dear, have to make sure I don't kill or hurt your friend more by accident.

[Which he'll promptly return to, finally getting all the bandaging off and looking at the area, he grimaces to see that it might need recutting if he did it all manually. Which...let's avoid that if we can. Dabbing at the area to get rid of any puss, blood and sticky stuff, he then sets down the rag and holds his hand over the guy's stomach. Concentrating hard, the area around him glows green for a few moments]

Breath of Earth. [What looks like wind of light circles around the wound. It doesn't' heal it fully, but it looks definitely closer to a normal color a wound should be and hurts less!]

[Kaneis meanwhile seems slightly out of breath, but he then starts chattering on like nothing happened]

Okay, that should handle the worst of it! I'm gonna redress the wound and put you on some antibiotics to clear out the rest- that should take a couple days. And once the infection's out of the way, I can take care of the rest of the injury.

[ At first there's nothing but one sharp jab after the other from the dabbing. By now Joel's tuned out most of the pain, keeping his mind focused on the sole fact that he's laying on a comfortable mattress, the sheets are clean and don't reek of sweat or stale urine, and that Ellie is right next to him like she'd never left. He's prepared for whatever this guy throws at him as Joel's thinking the magic comment was nothing but a joke and that his stitches will be snipped and redone and he'll feel the cool touch of ointment coating his wounds.

Joel barely catches the green glow in his downward peripheral, his heavily hooded gaze tiredly watching Ellie. The deep creases in his brow ease gradually as more and more of the pressure is relieved from his torso. It lingers still but he doesn't feel so weighed down, his body visibly relaxing into the bed, and he sighs to himself.

Feels nice is the last thing he's thinking before he slips unconscious, his body finally able to properly rest without that constant ache lingering like a persistent head cold. The last thing he hears is the medic explaining the next steps.

Either way, Joel knows they're both in good hands. ]

[Ellie stares. She stares, stares, and rubs her eyes as if that will make this trippy illusion disappear. Nope. Magic powers. Just like a comic book or video game character.]

Oh my god...

[She looks just about ready to flip out when Joel sighs and then is dead quiet, but she realizes that he needs sleep before she ends up grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. He must be so tired.

Silence settles in the room, and Ellie just stares for a few more beats.]

Holy fuck. Holy fuck... that's... that's it?

[He meanwhile starts working on getting the IV set up so he can get antibiotics. Let's hope he can do it easy without waking the guy up. Not even phased by Ellie's staring at his magic powers because man is he used to that.]

Yep. He'll need awhile to recover, but he should be alright.

[Amazing. But even with all this crazy shit, her number one concern is Joel. She briefly touches his arm as the IV is set up. He'll be okay. Everything will be fine.]

--thank you. I don't even know what to say aside from that. You're amazing.

[He gives a soft "heh" and grins a little as he works.]

I could get used to hearing that...but I'm just doing my job. A lot of the other healers probably have a lot more amazing skills.

[There's more like him. Ellie's finding it hard to comprehend, but as she shifts in her seat, she's reminded of something else.]

Does that take a lot out of you?

[She's dropped her voice, so that sleeping Joels can't hear.]

The magic?

[He gives a light shrug]

Only if I do too much of it at once, it's not anything to worry about.

Oh. Well... I could use some magic myself. If it's not too much.

It's not too much.

Where are you hurt?

My ribs are pretty fucked up. Hit my head kinda hard, too.

[She has a number of bumps and bruises and aches all over her body, but those are the two that keep pestering her. She can feel a swollen bump hidden under her hair, though she can't remember when exactly that happened. Her ribs are the worst--bruised and swollen under her shirt, they're not broken but if he'd kicked her tiny frame just a little harder...]

[he glances up as he's reapplying new bandages onto Joel]

Fucked up? They're not broken, are they?

[Ellie glances at Joel. Still asleep. Good. He didn't need to know about how badly she was hurt.]

No clue. I've never broken anything before.

Hm...

Take a deep breath for me and tell me if you feel a very sharp pain.

Do I have to?

[She groans... quietly.]

More like a dull ache.

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aaand papa joel is out!

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