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[gotacigarette]

Eden's had enough of the clinic. She's not going to the bloody clinic. She's got a bandage made from a torn t-shirt wrapped around her calf where the kid stuck her with his spear. She can bear her weight on it well enough, so she's at least pretty sure he didn't take out any tendons, just tore flesh. It hurts, but not badly enough to keep her

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[dumbassbastards]

Rollie's just barely within shouting range, and his first thought when he hears his name is that something's happened to Karen. He's practically sprinting when he gets back to the huts, medical bag in hand, and is relieved to find out his patient is someone else. Well, a little relieved, anyway. As relieved as a guy can be when he finds the wounded on his doorstep.

"What happened?" he says, since Eden's obviously lucid and managed to get to him under her own power.

[gotacigarette]

"I was attacked by a bloody rabid child," says Eden, favouring her injured leg, and turning her face so that Rollie can see the redness that'll surely bruise.

"I just need you to patch me up."

[dumbassbastards]

"A child did that?" says Rollie, checking out the bruising and then the leg. "Well, I guess there are a lot of them running wild around this place. You're gonna want me to stitch that I think, or it's gonna leave a hell of a scar."

[gotacigarette]

"About fourteen. I'm lucky it's not worse," says Eden, letting him look at her. Her eye's still in her pocket, and she has to turn her head to keep him in her eye-line.

"You can do whatever you want as long as I can bear my weight on it."