The Hospital Wing: Main Ward

"Yeah I could, easily." He said and smiled because this is AWF and anything is possible. "I mean.....If you don't want to walk around in that Hospital gown, I could get you your clothes easily." He said and smiled at her. "And I think your hair looks fine."

She smiled and began to blush. "Well, if you think you are so clever, I'd like to see this. I can quick wash my hair in one of those big sinks over there." She pointed somewhere. "Then maybe we can go out on the ground somewhere? I haven't been outside since...." She trailed off, the last time she had been outside was when she was tortured.

Marcus smiled at her and nodded. "Okay. I'll be back here shortly." He said and smiled at her and then walked out of the Hospital Wing to go and find her a nice little outfit from her dorm.

-is scared to see what he brings back-

Illie laughs and shakes her head a little as he leaves. She goes over to the sinks and turns the hot water on, sticking her hair under the water. She let her hair get soaked, then shut off the tap and wrung out her hair. She grabbed a little towel and started towel drying her hair. She went back to her bed and grabbed her wand, which I'm assuming someone brought to her. She uses her wand to dry her hair, then waits for Marcus to get back.

Marcus walks in approximately an hour later, because I mean, he had to walk down to the dungeons and grab clothes for her and then he had to shower, and he had to get himself ready. Yup. So now he is all spiffied up and clean and what not, and he's got his sunglasses with him, which he took off when he came inside but yeah he still has them. Wow...What a cool guy.


Anyway, he walks over to Millicent and hands her a nice little outfit. "Here you go" He said and gave her a smile. This one to be specific, Just minus the bag and the necklace because he didn't get that into looking for an outfit for her.

She smiles widely when he comes back looking sexy. She stares when he hands her clothes "How on earth did you get in there? " She grabs the clothes and starts putting the pants on underneath her hospital gown. She turned her back to him and removed the gown to be able to put her shirt on. I'm just going to assume she already has a bra on, otherwise that would be a little awkward underneath a sheer hospital gown.. "Thank you by the way." She bent down and started putting on her shoes.

"Its not important." He said and smiled and didn't hide it at all that he was obviously watching her change when she pulled the hospital gown off, what can I say? He's a guy..of course he would take advantage of this opportunity and watch. "No problem....It's not like it was difficult." He said with a light shrug.

She stood up and smiled, man it felt good to be back to normal. She fluffed her hair a little then looked at him. "So, what do you want to do?" She slowly started walking to the door, saying many thanks to the nurses as she passed them.

"Ummm, It's up to you..really." He said and smiled at her. "You've been in here for about a week now. What have you missed the most?" He asked, walking with her to the door. "And don't say running."

She blushed. She was thinking about the next time she'd be able to go running. "I don't really know. I think anywhere by the lake would be perfect. It's probably going to start getting cold soon, so I want to enjoy the weather as much as I can."

"Oh...Well..Okay, let's go by the lake then." He said and grabbed her hand lightly in his and walked with her out of the Hospital Wing.

Gabriel skipped gaily into the Hospital Wing, happiness just gushing out of all of his pores. He had just received the go-ahead to make a trip back to New Orleans, to visit his mama and crazy family. Poor Raphael couldn't, though, because of his illness. He looked over at his poor brother, who Joel will say has been in the Hospital Wing, hooked up to magical IVs and stuff cuz he's so sick. Yep, that's where he's been all this time. Anyway, Gabriel then skipped out, leaving his lonely, miserable brother behind.

Tristan ran, invisible, all the way to the Hospital wing. His sides and lungs burned, and his legs were cramping but he didn't care. He was terrified by the spreading numbness from the large tear in his lip- the words nerve damage swam through his mind non-stop. He hoped, prayed to the Lady that one of the nurses was here. Of course he hadn't expected to find the best nurse, Raphael himself, lying in bed and hooked up to apparatus. He tried to get away, but it was too late- that horrid little doll of Raphael's had seen him and awoken her master. He just stood there helpless, blood pouring from his mouth and shaking, like a wounded animal caught in the headlights.

[Yes...i'm Rping with myself...no judge... >.>]

[No judging. But lots of creeping.]

Raphael struggled out of bed, his skin shiny with sweat from pain and fever. "Tristan? Whats the matter?" He stood up, his bunny sluppers shuffling across the floor, and his open robe fluttering behind him. "I'd ring for Gabriel, but he's a tad useless ever since he made such a mess of my office. Come here boy, sit down and let me see." He sounded old, because he felt old- ancient, and aching, and sick. But he knew his duty, he had sworn an oath to help the needy (unless, of course, the needy's name was Caradoc Asshat Dearborn...he'd let his brother help him out). He hacked, and coughed, and Halloween brought him his tea.

[lol this makes me think of old days, when he'd pass out on the floor. I miss 1.0...]

Tristan mumbled, moaned in pain, and then shuffled toward the fiery hands of Raphael. The older boy's fever burned his skin, but in a good way. He could feel that burn, in the places where all feeling had died. The horrible doll- not not so horrible, as he saw her face wasn't that of a demon, but that of a jack-of-the-lantern, reached into drawers and pulled out soft, damp cloths in a flurry of wooden limbs as Raphael held his jaw and messed with the torn lip, murmuring healing spells softly as he pressed a stingy ointment onto the wound.

Rapahel continued to work, Halloween providing a perfect partner. "Well dearling, you've been fixed as well as i can fix you in my present state- which is pretty damn well." He grinned losidedly, as he pulled Tristan over to his favourite stuffed chair, as he himself sat on the bed. "So tell me, how did this happen? It's not every day the cutest werewolf in the world comes in here, with a torn up face...especially when the three day cycled hasn't started."

Tristan sipped at the teacup that had floated up to him. "I met a girl, we talked. We were getting along great, until i stupidly mentioned Undermoon. I don't know why...i guess since Rad is the only friend i had, or used to have, i got used to the idea of being open about Raksha." he sighed, and sipped again. His lip was perfectly healed, which meant he'd have to re-pierce it [HINT TO EOWYN. HINT TO EOWYN.]. "So she asked if i was a Were, and i told her yes. What else was I supposed to do?" He sounded miserable and sad. "Now i've lost a friend before i even really gained her."

"I'm sorry, i truly am." Raphael reached out and patted the poor boy's shoulder. "I sincerely hope the two of you can move past it. Maybe there's a reason for her hatred of Weres? Anyway, if you need to stay here you can." He was feeling overly generous, and overly lonely. "The beds aren't the best, but if you're having friend problems, which i think you might as you referred to Dearborn in the past tense, you can sleep here for tonight. That is if you want too."

[I see the hint! Next time we rp!]

Oh buggerfuck i forgot to post.

"Sure. Okay." Tristan blushed, climbed into one of the beds, and decided that Raphael was a hottie. Endscene.

[GOOODDDDDD]

Molly has some free time on her hands, so she's come to see if there's anything she can do to help out. Informative post is informative.

Raphael looked up blearily at the red-head as she entered, waving weakly. Tristan was still fast asleep (llol lol let's do the time-warp again) and Raph was weaker than he had been before, because he'd had to use energy to heal Tristan's torn lip and nerve damage. "Hello Molly." He rasped, trying to lift himself up. Halloween was in a similar state, lolling all over the bed, her mouth hanging open and her eyes glowing dully.

Molly lets out one startled gasp at the state of Raph and Halloween, then rushes over to his bedside. "What can I bring you?" she asks at once, alert and ready for action as she gently pushes him back down to the pillows. "Rest, I've totally got this. Like, what happened?" she asks, glancing over at Tristan and noting with relief that he seems to be sleeping comfortably for the time being.

Raphael leaned back. "I'm just sick- don't worry, it's not catching." He grimaced and anger flashed in his eyes. "I'm sick and no one is here to help me, because Gabriel has gone off to Lord knows where...I think maybe back home, not sure. If you don't mind, could you look in my office for my pouch of herbs? I need my tea, and Halloween is too weak to move..."