Post by WarFran on Jul 2, 2015 2:55:10 GMT -8
(EDIT: AMENDED POST TO FIX PLOT FLAW)
As expected, things were in a flurry at the infirmary as he strode in calmly and confidently, gifts in hand, and humming a pleasant old Celtic tune. Silver hair and bright blue eyes slipped past as he entered, and he smiled to himself as he gazed upon the retreating figure of Amsteria exiting the infirmary just as he had made his flamboyant entrance. He then turned back around to cast a quick glance across the infirmary, his crimson eyes directing over the familiar faces either hovering over the numerous beds, running between the beds, or actually lying in the beds themselves.
"Just another day in Death's HQ, eh?" he hummed amusedly to himself, a small smirk flitting onto his face. Yoyo's absent-minded half-conscious remark to him could be heard from across the infirmary, causing him to chuckle gaily for a moment, his bright laughter lifting the heavy atmosphere of the infirmary just a little…
He had thought of visiting the birdie first, and leaving a flower and some treats at his bed first, and had thus been striding over to the bed where poor Robin lay, broken jaw and stitched up wounds and all. He flashed a bright grin at Bea, signing a quick "Thank you for your hard work~" as he walked on towards the birdie's bed…
…though his plans were completely thrown off by a certain petite blonde medic, gripping at his white collar with slightly shaking, anxious, bloodied hands. He stared into familiar mint green eyes, completely unperturbed by his now-bloodstained collar, his crimson eyes softening just slightly in slight grief as he remembered how he had witnessed these very eyes turn lifeless before his very eyes several decades ago…
"Grimmy, is that you?" He chuckled lightly, setting down the obnoxious bouquet of sunny golden chrysanthemums beside his old friend Joakim's head, followed by the several bento boxes of treats he had prepared. The medic's slightly ruffled state was somewhat amusing to him, despite the gravity of the situation. "Bendigeidfran Rhys is at your service~~"
He watched for awhile as Grim struggled with lifting the twice-as-large-as-one-Grim Joakim, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he placed his now free hands on both of Grim's shoulders, squeezing them momentarily in a reassuring manner.
"Let me."
Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Fran bustled around the infirmary, picking up several clean bandages along the way as well as clean swabs and disinfectant. With his arms laden with the proper equipment, he set them down on the bench beside his injured friend, organising them neatly.
"There is no point and no hope of either of us being able to carry Yoyo here over to a bed, even if we combined all of our strength~" he explained, unwrapping one of the rolls of bandages calmly. "We will simply have to treat him right here. Moving him might hurt him even more than not, in fact..." he murmured the last part just a tad bit softer, his expression enigmatic and slightly melancholic. "We'll do his arms first, then his torso and back~" he hummed cheerfully to Grim, beginning to wrapped the end of a bandage around Joakim's arm with the bandages he had obtained from the supply closet that he had once been so familiar with. "You hold this end down, I'll help you wrap them around him~ One at a time~"
His voice was light and calm, his grin warm and cheerful, and the chrysanthemums that he had brought with him brought a certain kind of warm, hopeful glow with them as he held down the first bandaging for the frazzled medic to take over.
As expected, things were in a flurry at the infirmary as he strode in calmly and confidently, gifts in hand, and humming a pleasant old Celtic tune. Silver hair and bright blue eyes slipped past as he entered, and he smiled to himself as he gazed upon the retreating figure of Amsteria exiting the infirmary just as he had made his flamboyant entrance. He then turned back around to cast a quick glance across the infirmary, his crimson eyes directing over the familiar faces either hovering over the numerous beds, running between the beds, or actually lying in the beds themselves.
"Just another day in Death's HQ, eh?" he hummed amusedly to himself, a small smirk flitting onto his face. Yoyo's absent-minded half-conscious remark to him could be heard from across the infirmary, causing him to chuckle gaily for a moment, his bright laughter lifting the heavy atmosphere of the infirmary just a little…
He had thought of visiting the birdie first, and leaving a flower and some treats at his bed first, and had thus been striding over to the bed where poor Robin lay, broken jaw and stitched up wounds and all. He flashed a bright grin at Bea, signing a quick "Thank you for your hard work~" as he walked on towards the birdie's bed…
…though his plans were completely thrown off by a certain petite blonde medic, gripping at his white collar with slightly shaking, anxious, bloodied hands. He stared into familiar mint green eyes, completely unperturbed by his now-bloodstained collar, his crimson eyes softening just slightly in slight grief as he remembered how he had witnessed these very eyes turn lifeless before his very eyes several decades ago…
"Grimmy, is that you?" He chuckled lightly, setting down the obnoxious bouquet of sunny golden chrysanthemums beside his old friend Joakim's head, followed by the several bento boxes of treats he had prepared. The medic's slightly ruffled state was somewhat amusing to him, despite the gravity of the situation. "Bendigeidfran Rhys is at your service~~"
He watched for awhile as Grim struggled with lifting the twice-as-large-as-one-Grim Joakim, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he placed his now free hands on both of Grim's shoulders, squeezing them momentarily in a reassuring manner.
"Let me."
Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Fran bustled around the infirmary, picking up several clean bandages along the way as well as clean swabs and disinfectant. With his arms laden with the proper equipment, he set them down on the bench beside his injured friend, organising them neatly.
"There is no point and no hope of either of us being able to carry Yoyo here over to a bed, even if we combined all of our strength~" he explained, unwrapping one of the rolls of bandages calmly. "We will simply have to treat him right here. Moving him might hurt him even more than not, in fact..." he murmured the last part just a tad bit softer, his expression enigmatic and slightly melancholic. "We'll do his arms first, then his torso and back~" he hummed cheerfully to Grim, beginning to wrapped the end of a bandage around Joakim's arm with the bandages he had obtained from the supply closet that he had once been so familiar with. "You hold this end down, I'll help you wrap them around him~ One at a time~"
His voice was light and calm, his grin warm and cheerful, and the chrysanthemums that he had brought with him brought a certain kind of warm, hopeful glow with them as he held down the first bandaging for the frazzled medic to take over.
