[open] general hospital: envy edition

[thereneverwas]

WHO: whoever
WHAT: infirmary catch-all for the envy demon shitshow
WHEN: yknow
WHERE: The Gallows infirmary
NOTES: injuries, gore, all that you'd expect

[Throw in your healer toplevels or your injured characters dragging themselves in. Go hog wild. Live your truth.]

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[tadpoled]

Tav moves over to Vanya and struggles to find just one place to start. He supposes one hand on Vanya’s chest and one on his head will have to be enough in this moment. He only has so much magic left, the font inside him feeling so empty, so depleted.

So, he places one hand on Vanya’s chest and another on his head before reaching down into himself for his magic. He hopes there’s enough, perhaps just enough, bur enough all the same.

“Vis medicatrix!” he says one final time as turquoise light spills from his hands and down into Vanya.

Tav pushes the last of his magics into Vanya, imagines it spreading into every last finger, every last hair. He pushes until vision becomes spots and then continues past that warning. He pushes until his legs give out and physically drop him to the floor, panting and sweating.

“Hope… Hopefully that helps,” Tav is approaching a blackout, so he props himself against the wall and waits for either himself to go down or his patients to wake up.

[thereneverwas]

If nothing else, neither erstwhile Templar is in imminent danger of death or advanced brain damage, which means the operation was a success.

"Good," Barrow sighs, hefting to his feet once more as he goes to pull the lighter of the two-- Cedric-- by the arm around his shoulders, so he can help him to his own cot.

"Thanks," he barely remembers to add, offering a slightly apologetic look toward Tav as he lays the younger man down and adjusts his positioning over the mattress, turning back to go do the same for Vanya.

"You ought to pace yourself. I'm certain we'll not be the last."

[tadpoled]

Tav shrugs non-committally, leaning against a shelf as the spots in his vision become gaping holes and all the deep breathing doesn’t seem to help. At least he isn’t entirely monster if he can heal others.

He isn’t what his father made him; he isn’t just a monster.

Maybe there’s hope for him yet.

“I’ll do what I can,” he replies, voice dropping in and out as he works to stay awake.

time for a team nap

[thereneverwas]

Having finished with Vanya, Barrow sinks back down into a chair near the cot, finally succumbing to his own exhaustion. He's got something else he wants to say formulating, but it's lost when sleep overtakes him instead, cheek on hand.

Re: time for a team nap

[tadpoled]

Tav isn’t far behind Barrow as he leans his head against a joint in the wall and his exhaustion finally claims him as well.

a driveby

[portalling]

Strange has been running back and forth across the island (truly, he has never missed his portalling so much as now), and when the message came, he’d had to hurry up from the houseboat and return to the Gallows proper. So he arrives too late to help, but when he pokes his head into the infirmary, he finds—

The immediate situation already taken care of, two unconscious patients in the beds, Tav asleep sitting on the floor, Barrow asleep in a chair. He makes a noise, a surprised little huh. He stands there for a moment, surveying the tableau; before quietly retrieving two spare blankets from a cupboard, draping them over the elf and the Master of Works, and then withdrawing to give them some rest.