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Your communit crackles to life and blares "Corian...Clara here. We're just finishing up surgery on Tarrant. Did you want to be here when he fully wakes up?"" in Clara's voice.

You say "Clara?" There's a bit of a pause before she continues. "Standard, yes, speaking Standard would help. I would very much like to be there, yes. If you give me a moment, I will be down right away." into the communit.

Your communit crackles to life and announces "*laugh* If you know French, I can handle that too. Julie's closing up his knee. I'll meet you out in Medbay and bring you back to surgery." in Clara's voice.

You say "I know French, yes, but I do think that sticking to Standard would be best. *chuckle* I will be right there, thank you, Clara." into the communit.

[Travelspam to medbay deleted.]

Clara returns to regard the knee as well before grinning up at Julie. "As did you, Doctor. Go ahead and bandage him up just in case, if you will? I'll be back in just a few moments." She squeezes Tarrant's arm on her way out through the swinging doors, tugging her mask down as she exits.

Julie chuckles softly, giving Tarrant's shoulder a pat. "Nonetheless..." She blushes slightly, hearing Clara, and nods, turning to gather up bandages. "You like purple, Tarrant?"

Corian is, of course, waiting. She looks quite patient about it all, but there's a certain undercurrent of worry about her. Clara gets a quick smile when she emerges, and Corian inquires, "Is he all right?"

"Not gonna' object to it, nope. S'nice, sure." Tarrant probably wouldn't object to the suggestion that Julie chop of his leg though, either.

Clara grins and lets the mask fall about her neck, nodding amiably. "He's fine," she assures. "A little out of it, right now. I'll shoot his knee full of a local anesthetic, and you can bundle him off to wherever you want him. Would you like to see him now?"

Corian nods to that. "Please, yes," she replies, looking rather relieved at the reassurance. "How long will it be before he is back on his feet again?"

Julie looks pleased anyhow. She likes purple. Especially the lilac color of these bandages, which are quickly wrapped around the knee and set in place. "Good choice. Corian should probably be here soon," she adds.

"Tomorrow night, I imagine," Clara replies, leading the way back through the double swinging doors to the OR. "But I'd rather not have him doing commando rolls or tap dancing for a good two weeks. Tarrant? You have a visitor," she explains, moving away to start prepping a pair of hypos.

Tarrant seems rather confused by Julie's words, "Really, thought she'd gone off-world, didn't know she was still here..." His words are still slurred to near incomprehensibility. He tries dragging his eyes open at Clara's comment, but it's a lost cause.

Corian murmurs an acknowledgement to Clara's words, as she follows, and Julie gets a brief smile, but the focus of Corian's attention is Tarrant. She moves to his side, her smile warming. "I am right here, cha'trez--I am not due to leave until tomorrow. Though perhaps I will see if it can be put off a day or so."

Julie moves back from Tarrant to give Corian plenty of room, murmuring a quiet greeting.

Clara silently returns to Tarrant's knee, each hypo hissing as it's administered to either side of the joint. "Go ahead and get washed up. I'll be right behind you," she murmurs at Julie.

"Got the day mixed up," Tarrant murmurs absently, continuing in his native language, although he does not seem to notice the switch. Thankfully Corian does speak it.

Tarrant says "S'okay though love I'll be fine even with Clara's initials in my kneecap. Love you." in Millian.

Julie nods, gesturing toward the neural depressors in respectful reminder before she withdraws quietly.

Corian's brows arch sharply at Tarrant's words, a hint of mischief in her eyes. She does, however, respond in Standard. "I love you, too, of course, cha'trez. And how kind of Clara, to carve her initials in your kneecap. Now you are art."

Clara nods affably a the gesture. She'd remembered, but very much approves of the reminder as well. The hypos go into a different repository before she circles the table to the side opposite Corian and begins to shut down the depressors as unobtrusively as possible, then blinks, and laughs. "I didn't. I carved 'Clara was here' in it."

As the depressors are powered down, Tarrant gets to draw on the basics of coherancy again, although he's still somewhat out of it. And of course the first thing he does is turn neon-red as he remembers the various occurances of discussion. "I think I need to avoid being anesthetized in the future."

Julie's soft, sympathetic laugh can be heard just after Tarrant's remark, over the sound of running water.

Corian flashes a quick smile to Clara. "Ahh, that is better. The more letters, the more artistic, after all." Yes, she's joking, though she sounds perfectly serious. She reaches for Tarrant's hand, brows lifting in inquiry at the blush. "Goodness, cha'trez, that is a lovely color."

Clara carefully removes the strip, then rests a hand on Tarrant's shoulder, looking down with a kindly smile. "Relax, my friend. Anything that was said in my OR, -stays- in my OR. Don't worry." She won't even call Corian Gus. Well, she'll try not to.

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Tarrant does not turn any -less- red, that's for sure, although he does clumsily attempt to return the hand reaching. "Can I go hide in a hole now?"

Julie returns with a smile, clean and scrubs-free. "You'll play anywhere, won't you, Tarrant. Even in a hole."

Clara restrains herself from laughing, although she's visibly amused, and grins at the couple. "I'll go wash up while he wakes up a bit. I'll be back in a moment," she decides, and heads off to go wash up as well.

Tarrant does after all, wish to be a Hobbit.

Ah, but Tarrant has adventures! Of course, they make one late for dinner...

Corian nods amiably to Tarrant. "When Clara says you may, yes, as long as it is a hole with a bed." She nods to Clara, with a quick smile, then blinks at Julie's words, smile turning quizzical.

Tarrant squeezes Corian's hand carefully, although he does not object to the idea of beddage in holes, moving around has an exceptional lack of appeal just now. "Yeah, but I can't jump out of holes trying to fly."

Julie chuckles, clarifying for Corian, "Any man who'd build a treehouse..." She nods to Tarrant, amused. "Ladders are wonderful things."

Clara returns after a few moments, still in scrubs although sans her cap or the red-tinged operating apron, and pushing a wheelchair with a support for the leg to keep it fairly straight with just a slight bend, a bag slung over the handles. "Okay, we've got wheels and clothes. Need anything else?"

Corian lightly sandwiches Tarrant's somewhat larger hand between both of hers. Tarrant gets a fond look, and Julie a quick smile of understanding. "Cha'trez, I would appreciate it if you did not attempt to fly for a few days, yet." Glancing back to Clara, she shakes her head fractionally. "Nothing of which I am aware, except perhaps the patient?"

"A brain, a heart, courage?" Why is it this conversation is making no more sense with Tarrant coherant than it did before? "No flying, check."

Clara squints at Tarrant thoughtfully, then asks Corian, "You're sure you want him?" in mock puzzlement before grinning. "Okay, Tarrant. Time to sit up. Julie? Give me a hand hauling his carcass into the chair. Why is it I always get to operate on big lugs?" she asks rhetorically, feigning an air of martyrism.

Julie nods, gliding to the side of the bed to give Clara some assistance. "Height appears to be a requirement for males around here. At least, the ones that require surgery."

Corian releases Tarrant's hand at the mention of the transfer to the chair, after a brief squeeze. At Clara's question, though, she smiles quickly. "I am very certain, yes. Is there anything that I can do to assist?"

Tarrant fumbles to sit up, doing his dangdest and managing to be more or less upright. "If I knew how to shrink, I would, promise."

Clara grings back at Corian as she inserts herself under Tarrant's arm in an almost comical attempt to lift him...except that with Julie's help, it's entirely possible. "Perhaps you could hold his ankle to support the leg?" Tarrant gets a smirk. "No, I'm the shrink."

Julie rolls her eyes at Clara's pun, reaching for Tarrant's other arm. "Easy does it now..."

Corian moves quickly around the table to do as Clara suggests, carefully supporting the leg in question, via the ankle. Her lips quirk at the pun, but she does not otherwise react to it.

Tarrant would groan at the pun, but his attention is rapdily taken up by the general moving process. He doesn't add a comment, instead stifling the worst of a wince as he is transferred from operating table to chair.

Clara is innocent, yes she is. She even looks innocent. "On three, ladies. One, two...three!" On the critical number, she puts her back into it to provide the primary lift from table to chair. Riley and Niko, she can't lift. Tarrant's closer to her capabilities. "There we go...all better. Corian? Need help getting him upstairs?"

Julie heave hos, giving Tarrant an encouraging smile. "Clara? Did you prescribe some painkillers?"

Corian assists on the appropriate number, then shakes her head to Clara's inquiry. "I do not believe so, no, if that is where Tarrant wishes to go." Tarrant gets a look of inquiry, to see if that is his preference, then she glances back to the answer to Julie's question.

Tarrant is really not quite answering questions just yet, the moving having been an adventure. After a pause however he responds, "If I wouldn't be intruding love. I know you've places to go tomorrow and all."

Clara snaps her fingers and grins at Julie. "Darn, caught me out," she sighs melodramatically and turn to go unlock a cabinet and rummage through it for a large bottle. She dumps a handful of the pills onto a tray and uses a metal strut to count out twenty and pour them into a bottle, then returns to offer this to Tarrant. "One, PO, BID, PRN. Or in real words, one every twelve hours if you need 'em."

Julie nods unconsciously in approval, though she blushes slightly. "Do not hesitate to take them, Mr. Czolgosz, if the pain becomes too great."

Corian shakes her head to Tarrant, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze. "You will not intrude, of course, cha'trez. It will be good to have you there, and perhaps I will be able to delay the trip." No, she won't. Can't get out of that evil shower. She takes note of Clara's answer, and her lips quirk a bit at Julie's words. "Her advice is good," she murmurs to Tarrant. "Do take note of it, please."

Tarrant accepts the bottle with a nod of thanks, "Gotcha' will do." He nods to Corian, looking perhaps a bit relieved. "I'd appreciate getting to stay with you then." Shifting slightly in an attempt to look more alert he nods, "Thank y'all for everything, I appreciate it."

Clara moves back to allow Corian to spirit the abused man off, smiling warmly. "They're right, Tarrant. And comm me at any time if you need anything. And you're welcome. It's what we're here for. Goodnight, Corian, Tarrant."

Julie nods slightly, gesturing toward Clara with a professional smile. "What she said."

Corian moves to (wo)man the chair. "Goodnight, Clara, Julie. And thank you both. It is what you are here for, yes, but that does not make it any less deserving of thanks." And with that, she starts the bewheeling. Admittedly, it's a tad slow, but that could be intentional.

Tarrant is still trying to look alert, but he half-zones as Corian be-wheels, although he adds another murmured thank you and a, "G'night."

Clara continues to smile affably and nods again. "You're welcome, then. Goodnight," she repeats.

[Travelspam to Corian's quarters deleted.]

Corian wheels the chair over to the bed, edging past the screen, then flips on the wheel-locks. "Cha'trez, I cannot quite manage to lift you on my own. Will you be able to help?"

Corian wheels the chair over to the bed, edging past the screen, then flips on the wheel-locks. "Cha'trez, I cannot quite manage to lift you on my own. Will you be able to help?"

Tarrant is quiet throughout the trip upstairs, quite altogether out of it. At your question however he perks vaguely into awareness. "I can probably make it without help. I have a leg and arms left."

Corian shakes her head as she moves around to the front of the chair. "Knowing you, yes, you probably could. But will you let me try to help? It will ease my mind somewhat."

Tarrant nods wordlessly, settling the small bottle of pills aside. Releasing the lock on the held out leg and lowering it with a wince, he carefully shifts his weight up and onto his good leg.

Corian shifts around to slip an arm around you--for support, of course. She's innocent. "It is only a few steps, cha'trez," she murmurs, with a quick, encouraging smile.

Tarrant ends up needing that support, although in the main for steadiness, and not propping up his weight. He makes it to the bed, sinking back onto it. "Thank you," he murmurs, "Still a little out of it."

Corian brushes her fingertips lightly across your cheek. "My love, that is to be expected. Just rest, all right? I need to go make a call, I will be right back."

Tarrant's eyes sink shut, and half dragging a hand onto his chest he manages a nod and another murmured thank you. He's asleep before he can even finish his words, incoherant as they are.

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Corian kisses your forehead lightly, then moves to the comm. She speaks quietly, and it's definitely not Standard. Her tone is at first lightly apologetic, then, later, a bit annoyed. Finally, with a shake of her head, she ends the call. She takes up her computer, then, and moves to sit next to you--on a chair, not on the bed--fingers moving soundlessly on the keyboard as she works.


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