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[pathologise]

can i convince you to stop walking?
sit somewhere?
make it not bleed as much?

[gascogne]

I'll do that. That injury is relatively minor, I assure you.

[pathologise]

we'll see
you're playing with swords why?

[gascogne]

I'd not call it 'playing', though sparring is of course in its nature less serious.

[pathologise]

you avoided the question

[gascogne]

Entertainment, release of aggression.

[pathologise]

have you been to the gym?
gone running?
something safer?

[gascogne]

I work at a gym. Patch's. I teach fencing, self defense, melee weapons. I don't think I'm built for 'safer' outlets for such things.

[pathologise]

guess it's good you know a doctor then
i wish the lift to the up went faster
i've been to patch's
not for swords

[gascogne]

I suppose it is. There's not always one around where, or when I should say, I'm from. 1636. I've not been exposed to a lot of modern healing thus far.

I despise that contraption, the lift. I'd been staying in the Down until recently and now it's an inconvenience, to be blunt.

If you've ever an interest in swords, I'd be happy to introduce you to it.

[pathologise]

what
1636???

( she's taking a minute )

most are faster
this is either travelling far or slow to make a point
probably the second
and as nice as your offer is swords are not for me
i'd probably hurt myself instead
and i don't want to hurt others

[gascogne]

I feel it's often good to mention that, for perspective.

[Especially as he's currently wearing the uniform he'd arrived in months ago, so very much out of date and looking like a renfaire costume to a modern person, but it's what he had for armour. She'll not miss him when she arrives at the beach.]

Yes, the lifts in the apartments are not as grating, nor crowded.

I've respect for your disinclination there. I suspect it's common of physicians to wish no harm on others.

[pathologise]

there's a saying about that
i think i'm nearly at the top
how'd you get started with swords?

[gascogne]

I've used them since I was a child. Most men had them, for protection of their families if nothing else, at least one. My father taught me. I'd not made a profession of it until later, when I became a soldier.

[pathologise]

do most people start as children?
i know hobbies start as children but swords?
was it wooden?

[gascogne]

I should think so, those who might have use of them. You could say yes, perhaps a stick until you could lift one of metal, should the child start very young.

[pathologise]

i was really hoping for less danger
i'm out of the lift
how's the bleeding?

[gascogne]

It's not quite stopped, but slow. Minimal. I've had far worse.

[pathologise]

"i've had worse" isn't reassuring
i'm hoping i have enough bandages
describe where you're sat

[gascogne]

It could be resolved with some whisky and a needle, I'm sure.

Near the entrance to the beach, there's a bench at the street. I've a few swords with me, you'll see them.

[Three of them sticking out haphazardly from a black bag set beside him on said bench, one with small streaks of blood on the blade, a forth in a scabbard on his belt.]

[pathologise]

i might need the whiskey when i'm done

( she stresses because she cares. it probably isn't too bad given the frequent conversation and lack of complaint about the blood but not being able to get there quickly doesn't help.

but at least walking she can speed up a little, knowing the quickest route to the beach and it's easy to spot the man and his swords )

You couldn't even take it off? ( accompanied by a swear in german.

but she does at least pull her medical pack at to put next to him, fishing out some gloves first before turning to start assessing him )

You know, the coffee was nice. I vote for more coffee and less stab wounds to get me to meet you.

[gascogne]

[He can tell she's hurrying along as he catches sight of her, and shakes his head slightly to himself before Adrienne gets to the bench. His eyebrows knit together briefly at her question and the clear displeasure of his choices, whatever they may be.]

Take what off?

[As she sets her pack out on the bench, D'Artagnan pulls up the bottom of his jacket, the buckles and several buttons already undone, white fabric underneath it stained with blood and looks worse than it is, which he explains as he peels that shirt away from his skin, sticking a bit. The laceration at his side above his hip is a few inches in length, not very deep, and oozing a bit of blood where it hasn't clotted over. There may be bits of sand around it, and despite his claim of being too fresh for infection, the skin around it is tender and slightly inflamed.]

It happened early on in the fight, then we sort of... resorted to brawling at one point.

[Why the patch of blood is larger than it should be, and why it's still bleeding, as he'd never stopped moving.]

It'll be coffee again next time, I promise.

[pathologise]

"I don't think it's infected" he says.

( which gets him one of those very unimpressed doctor looks as she sighs, lifting his shirt a little higher to move gloved fingers in to feel first around the wound )

Tell me what it feels like.

( as if the hissing she expects isn't enough. but she doesn't press for too long before moving her hands back )

You're going to lie down. I need to get this properly clean before I can stitch and bandage it.

( one more unimpressed look before she adds )

And you definitely owe me coffee.

[gascogne]

[There is a hiss, and a low quiet noise of discomfort, but his tone never changes from dry sarcasm.]

Like I've been stabbed.

[D'Artagnan feels that's over-stating it and there's a difference between a glancing blow and an actual stabbing. Still he does as she says when she pulls her hands away. Oh, maybe it's the sword he should have removed, as it's what he does first, setting that belt and the other collection of blades aside on the ground so he can lie down on the bench. It's really an inconvenient place to do this when she's insistent about such things. His jacket goes too, but there are so many buttons and buckles and straps, and his gauntlets are buckled over it... it takes a minute.]

... You've my gratitude for your assistance, Adrienne. I don't think I've said it.

[pathologise]

That was assumed but you're welcome.

( and she's really glad that he did text her even if she's doing a good job of chiding him. chiding means caring, get your stab wounds sorted quicker. gosh.

the minute gives her time to dip back into her back to pull up what she needs, dabbing first some water onto a cloth to clean away anything from the skin away from the wound before switching cloths to start cleaning the wound )

You know when people will tell you something will sting? I'm going to be as gentle as I can.

( but it's gonna sting. a lot. the sand is one of her biggest concerns here )

Should I ask how the other guy looks?