A Sudden Surprise (Open to Larsa)
WHO: Jezebel Disraeli morte_carta, Larsa frater_valeo
WHAT: Jezebel finds a badly beaten Larsa on his doorstep and promptly administers medical care.
WHERE: Jezebel's clinic
WHEN: Dec. 18, early morning (3-4 AM)
It was a calm night when Jezebel locked up and went to his bedroom. Granted, it was late since he had been dealing with a few patients with rather troublesome conditions, but he finally headed to the back bedroom when he did.
All was well for a few hours, while he read rather mindless books and attempted to sleep. However, that peacefulness was interrupted by a sudden, rather insistent knocking upon his locked door. Sighing and wondering who was stupid enough to interrupt him at what could only be three, maybe four in the morning, he stalked over to the door with a rather frightening look on his face... only to realize that whoever had been knocking must have run off because the only thing left nearby was the... rather small body at his doorstep. At first, he thought the boy was dead, but soon found him to be alive, if badly beaten.
"Well," he murmured, as if to himself, "what on earth have we here? Come now, we'll simply have to see to these wounds." he finished, picking the tiny boy up with strength that might have surprised someone watching and carrying him to the table/bed inside and setting him flat to examine the wounds
WHAT: Jezebel finds a badly beaten Larsa on his doorstep and promptly administers medical care.
WHERE: Jezebel's clinic
WHEN: Dec. 18, early morning (3-4 AM)
It was a calm night when Jezebel locked up and went to his bedroom. Granted, it was late since he had been dealing with a few patients with rather troublesome conditions, but he finally headed to the back bedroom when he did.
All was well for a few hours, while he read rather mindless books and attempted to sleep. However, that peacefulness was interrupted by a sudden, rather insistent knocking upon his locked door. Sighing and wondering who was stupid enough to interrupt him at what could only be three, maybe four in the morning, he stalked over to the door with a rather frightening look on his face... only to realize that whoever had been knocking must have run off because the only thing left nearby was the... rather small body at his doorstep. At first, he thought the boy was dead, but soon found him to be alive, if badly beaten.
"Well," he murmured, as if to himself, "what on earth have we here? Come now, we'll simply have to see to these wounds." he finished, picking the tiny boy up with strength that might have surprised someone watching and carrying him to the table/bed inside and setting him flat to examine the wounds