when johnny comes marching home

[cookingninja]

Who: Everyone
What: Returning from the draft!
When: Midnight on the 7th and on
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Open post for post-draft returning and reaction, for those not in the plaza. If you're in the plaza, go to that log; if you're not, feel free to post here. ^^
Rating: Varies.

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[returninghope]

[Zan'nen had missed his bed by a long shot. No, the Malnosso had instead been kind enough to drop him off on the opposite side of the river, closer to C1 than anything else. It was a long walk back to community building four.

He was dirty, drenched in his own blood on his left side, and spattered with more from others on his right. Even so, even though he's exhausted, he doesn't want to go to the clinic. All he can think about is going home and collapsing somewhere safe and familiar.

Still, he doesn't make it quite that far. The last of his strength gives out once he's across the bridge. Zan'nen slumps down along the side, partly obscured by plant-life. One nap, one quick rest and he'll head home.]

[seleniahymn]

[That may be your intention, Zan'nen, but Tear has other ideas when she spots the young man slumped to the slide on her way back to House 1. She herself had just been treated for the injuries sustained in battle in the makeshift clinic, something she noted he would also need as she walked over and kneeled down in front of him, voice soft.]

Wake up, you can't stop here.

[returninghope]

[Zan'nen opens his eyes, but flinches when his blood stings his left eye.] ... Damn it. [Who the hell was this? She looked familiar somehow, but at the moment he didn't really care.]

Mind your own business. [His words are barely more than a mumble. He just wanted to sleep.]

[seleniahymn]

Unfortunately, I can't do that. [Doing a quick run down of his injuries, it would be rash to start healing all of his injuries at once when she was still recovering. Resting a hand on his head gently she begins to summon forth the fonons necessary to at least deal with any head injuries he may have with a First Aid.]

[returninghope]

[Zan'nen lifts a hand to smack her's away rather weakly, probably disrupting her concentration.]

Yes you can! I'm fine. So go home.

[seleniahymn]

I'd like to see how you intend to get home in this condition. [She can certainly best him right now.]

[returninghope]

How I get home is none of your concern! [And to prove that he is capable, he tries to get to his feet, using the bridge behind him for leverage. However, he can't seem to get his feet under him...]

[seleniahymn]

[With a sigh Tear grabs him by the arm and helps him to stand up, with full intentions to drag him in the direction of the clinics.] It can be if the rest of the house wakes up and we find a dead man on our doorstep. The villagers will have enough on their minds without another death to weigh them down.

[returninghope]

Who the hell said I was going to die? [Again, Zan'nen yanks away from her, almost throwing himself back on down the ground for his trouble.]

[seleniahymn]

Tell me how you expect to get your wounds treated, then. [And she's not letting go.]

[returninghope]

[Dammit woman, he's too tired to fight with you physically. LET GO.] Wounds heal on their own in time.

[seleniahymn]

[NOPE not going to happen.] That may be true, but you should still see someone.

[You are delaying her from seeing Ion, dammit.]