Backdated to awhile after the wereleopard attack! [Text/Commentlog?]
[It's a good few minutes after the whole mauling from that leopard beast that Malkus had received and the poor doctor is limping down a hallway, leaving a slight trail of blood behind him. This is not good. Not good at all. He's got a broken arm covered in gashes and a hurt leg from that roll down the stairs.
Perhaps he can make it back to his room and hide there for the rest of the night? But that would require some backtracking... Well at least the coast sounds clear. No sounds of a struggle or fight, they must have gone off elsewhere.
On his way back, stumbling more and more down the hallway, the man catches a glimpse of something off in the corner. A pair of glasses? ...Oh dear, those seem to be the same pair that his mysterious hero had... Certainly hope he's alright. As he bends down to pick them up, a wave of dizziness forces Malkus down on one knee. The poor doctor's lost quite a lot of blood... You've got to do something, Malkus, otherwise you might not make it much further... Perhaps that odd journal of his could help. Pulling the journal out of his robe jacket and tossing it open, Malkus prepares a well thought out plea for help.]
not certin of this will work but heLp
[He does his best to wipe away some of the blood dripping into the journal.]
attacked by a beast
heavy bleeding
[He hazily glances up at one of the numbers on the doors near him.]
room 1065
help
[Sorry for the horrid grammar, friends! But Malkus is a bit more concerned with not bleeding out at the moment.]
Perhaps he can make it back to his room and hide there for the rest of the night? But that would require some backtracking... Well at least the coast sounds clear. No sounds of a struggle or fight, they must have gone off elsewhere.
On his way back, stumbling more and more down the hallway, the man catches a glimpse of something off in the corner. A pair of glasses? ...Oh dear, those seem to be the same pair that his mysterious hero had... Certainly hope he's alright. As he bends down to pick them up, a wave of dizziness forces Malkus down on one knee. The poor doctor's lost quite a lot of blood... You've got to do something, Malkus, otherwise you might not make it much further... Perhaps that odd journal of his could help. Pulling the journal out of his robe jacket and tossing it open, Malkus prepares a well thought out plea for help.]
not certin of this will work but heLp
[He does his best to wipe away some of the blood dripping into the journal.]
attacked by a beast
heavy bleeding
[He hazily glances up at one of the numbers on the doors near him.]
room 1065
help
[Sorry for the horrid grammar, friends! But Malkus is a bit more concerned with not bleeding out at the moment.]