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 Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 11:49 pm
-A make shift Hospital ward that is hardly more then several rows of beds seperated by plastic deviders. Currently under the administration tof Dr. Jukebox the few residents of the stronhold compitant in medicne treat the sick and wounded here. There are few machines so most patients are monitored by regular visits from orderlys and volunteers.-
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 12:24 am
Jute rolled the wounded Terance Mastif into the infirmary coming to a stop next to a bed. Terry was more then happy to make the transition from stretcher to bed under his own power. It's when his guns began to float away from him that he copped an attitude. "Hey, what the hell!"
Jute placed one hand in his paht as he attempted to recover hsi firearms. " I will arrange for some quarters for you, you will find them there when you are well enough to leave." Mastif saw no point in agrivating a psychci at the moment so he groaned and layed back in bed. " Fine, just don't let anybody else get there mits on um." Jute gave a nod and began to undo Terry's makeshift dressings for his wound. Apon seeing it, he beleaved there was little else to do but sanatize and stitch it. Once that was doen, he left th room with the guns in tow. Terry took off his boots by hand, not finding it wise to try to ick them off at the moment and layed back in bed.
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