Considering that the sun had gone down, or really never felt much up today, the Farm was pretty quiet, with the horses and cattle indoors in their larger holding areas. Wren had left the truck parked under its covering, and things were fairly still. The only real light came from the barn where some tack weaving was occurring, as Wren got his saddle gear tended to for the next day's riding lessons. The barn door was open, and Wren himself was dressed as per usual, a worn pair of jeans and cowboy boots that had obviously seen more than their fair time in the fields. He had on a short sleeved T-shirt that was a soft color of sage green, a rain jacket was mostly dry and hung on a convenient hook on the wall, so he didn't have to get the inside of the barn wet after the brief walk over.
It was a relatively short flight and thankfully the wind noise did wonders to blot out Volya's screaming, Conni quite unable to feel irritated by it as she had more pressing things on her mind. Dropping the veil some two hundred meters from the farm, Conni hopes that the noise from her or Volya is enough to stir Wren should he be out in the fields. Spotting the light from the barn, Conni begins a gentle descent, the dive she had planned discarded when the thought of being strangled by a passenger would possibly be deadly. Circling twice over the barn as she peels of altitude, Conni comes to a graceful stop just outside the doors of the barn, her strong legs cushioning what little impact there was but that still not doing much for the dust spilled up by the downdraft from her wings. Relaxing a little, she looks to Volya, checking her face to make sure she is okay before slowly easing her down, mindful of the wounds in her leg and the ones she has sustained herself. "Wren? Could you help me please. We're injured and there might be more coming."
Volya didn't manage to scream the entire way, the woman had to breath. On the other hand, acceleration to the ground and vector changes restarted it all the way to the landing where she started laughing hysterically. Shaking and laughing, she slowly unlocked her limbs from around Conni. Her blue eyes scanned the area, and her laughing continued as she started to recognize the place. She slowly started limping towards the barn, holding her thigh along the way. Untying the cord holding up her cargo shorts, she made her way over to the oversized sink and started the water.
More coming, indeed. A short time after Conni's landing, a large feline skulks in from the periphery of Wren's farm. Seeing the light from the barn, the Siberian tiger makes his way silently towards it. In hope of warmth and the healing touch of one of the people within. The feline is looking rather worse for wear. Aside from bumps and bruises and minor scratches that are easily ignored, the old wound upon its left rear leg has reopened, and worse still, there is a matching wound now upon its right rear leg.
Wren looked up from where he was working and blinked, some surprise coming over his countenance as he set down the rope he was working with. "Aloha... all." His voice quieted slightly and then he nodded, twice. "Sure, let me call Doc." And then he hurried over to pull out a couple of thick, flannel blankets from the closest horse stall. "Let me set this up so you guys can be comfortable on the hay bales, they're softer than a hard wood stool." And he promptly laid down the blankets, folded 4 thick. The tiger got a raised eyebrow, and he looked at the cat's side. "Peter, brah, you need to stop sitting on sharp things." Wren winked to the large tiger and laid down a blanket on the ground for him, before he walked over to help Conni, picking up Volya to carry her over to a hay bale. "Let me go call the Doc real quick now." He looked between the ladies and the cat, and turned to run into the back of the barn, for the stationary phone on the wall.
"Ghouls..." Conni offers by way of explanation as she heads over to one of the now padded hay bales. "Thank you!" She offers across to Wren as he heads for a phone, sitting down slowly and shifting her weight around until she is comfortable. "Sorry to drop in on you like this but I couldn't think of anywhere else." Turning then, she looks over to Volya who has gone off to clean up. "Are you okay Vee?" Truly not sure at this point, the young lass is at least not screaming. Turning again, she looks over to Peter, eyeing the matching wounds he is now sporting. "Why don't you just change? Surely that's easier than carrying your clothes around?" She doesn't quite expect and answer and instead goes back to trying not to fuss with her own wound, one that is really starting to make its presence felt.
Volya checked the temperature, dropping off her cargo and panties to the ground. With a hiss of breath she climbed into the sink. Shift over on the sink, she took several deep breaths before moving her bloodied thigh directly under the water to start rinsing out the wound. "Oh, Ihatemyfuckinglife right now... Just give me a minute and if I'm lucky I'll pass out." Shaking, her fingers forced the wound open under the running water, causing her to stomp on the bottom of the sink with her good leg. "Ghouls... That's so delightful..."
The Siberian meows mournfully at Conni, and shakes his great head. He stretches out on the blanket laid out by Wren, and glances over at Volya. "Meow?", he adds, helpfully. With a huff, the feline yawns and slowly lowers his eyelids, giving the half naked woman in the sink some privacy.
"Ghouls?" Wren shook his head after hanging up the phone and walked back into the main room of the barn, rubbing his hands along his arms. "That might explain why you all smell somewhat... off." He smiled softly at the three of them, attempting to not come out and say how they really smelled, likely. "I can get you guys new things to wear, if you need them, the doc will be able to help you out with the pain." He winced when he heard Vee kicking the bottom of the sink. "You guys are all really banged up, you sure the vet's going to be able to do enough? I can drive you to the hospital if you need?" He leaned over to look at Volya's leg and hissed softly, then moved over towards Conni, his eyes wide when he looked closer at her chest. "Awww, Conni." He shook his head and looked at her with an attempted warm smile, though the slight amount of tension held in his face could be indicative of so many other things. "One of these days, I'll be there to help out when things go badly. I'm not sure if I'm quite man enough to handle my friends coming around in wounded piles and heaps without me being able to help much more than calling my vet." He moved over to Peter, crouching down a bit and grinned. "Not that all of you will complain I suppose, when he hands out horse tranquilizers." He peered at Peter's flank, shaking his head. "Man, they must have had some serious weapons, you guys look eaten up."
"I know..." Conni says, a little dejectedly as Wren inspects her wound. "Right in the boob." She shakes her head and flicks her gaze to his, offering him a warm smile before he heads off to Peter. Feeling somewhat more stable, she heads over to the sink and Volya, wincing as she kicks at the sink. "How are you feeling? Hmm...silly question." Conni considers the sink for a moment and then settles nearby Volya, quite sure she can't quite get in an angle to wash herself off just yet. Reaching over, she places one of her hands over Volya's and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Hang in there, there will be Ketamine soon and all will be well." Looking over to where Wren is inspecting Peter, Conni calls out. "If you have spare clothes we would be incredibly grateful, do you also have a hose out here and possibly and iodine? I'm not getting under that sink and I need to clean this gunk off. Oh and this was all the work of claws...sharp, dirty claws."
Vee's index finger linger in the air as she stomped on the bottom of the sink a couple more times. "Pol mead, if you still have it... Give that one to Conni, between the ghouls, my claw marks and screaming... She could use it." The woman visibly paled at spread another crawl gouging out to let the water run through it. "Oh, po'shyol 'na hui..." The woman actually dry heaved from the pain and pushed the faucet over so Conni could get to it. "I just found where the grave went off it... I'm going to need a moment to breathe." Blinking the tears out of her eyes, she looked back to Wren. "Non-lava soap..." She actually stared at the tiger for a long moment. "And Aloha to you as well..." She managed a ghost of a smile before her attention went back to her leg.
The Siberian rumbles noisily at Wren, the tiger obviously complaining about the entire thing. The mention of tranquilizers causes the Tiger's ears to perk up, and he lays his head back down. The feline meows again when Conni mentions claws, which starts him off grooming his own claws. Vee's response to him earns her a chuff or three.
"Yeah, coming right up. Let me go get the clothes. There's a utility shower in the back in case one of the boys falls into a serious pile out on the range." Wren smiled and looked back over his shoulder, then pointed toward the back corner of the barn, where a shower stall stood with an old school, blue tarp set up as a shower curtain. "The water's even hot, because the guys kept coming into the house to shower off and it left the place wrecked. Go on and step in, I'll get you two ladies some clothes and towels. There's a big container of Vetericyn over there on the utility shelves, too. It burns like a beast but it should help clear out the wound if they had anything really bad in the claws." Horror spread over Wren's facial features as he looked down at the large tiger and realized that the poor thing likely needed the same treatment. "I know you're friendly enough when you've got a couple of legs, but are you going to get twisty and nasty with me if I put some Vetericyn on your cuts, Peter?" He looked over at Vee in the sink and didn't move over, instead he stood up after waiting for whatever noise Peter might make in response, and moved out into the rain quickly after grabbing his rain-jacket and pulling it on. "Be right back, and the doc will be here soon, he's on his way. And I'll get softer soap." He winced, realizing the only soap in the barn was lava soap mixed with tea-tree and lime oil. Yeah.. that'd be.. painful.
"Okay, that should probably be easier." Conni nods to Wren and then looks over to Volya, concern masking whatever pain is showing on her face. "I'm going to grab that Vetericyn and then I'll be jumping in the shower, if you hear screaming it's just the wind." There is mock severity in Conni's voice as she says this, trying to raise a smile as she looks over Volya but quite unable to hide the horror she feels when she looks on her leg. This horror is mollified somewhat though, Conni remembering that there's a reason why her chest aches and then being somewhat glad that she can't see it. Heading over to the back corner of the barn, she does her best to keep her back to the others while she strips off, kicking her dirty clothes into a neatish pile before walking to the stall and turning on the taps. It takes a moment for the water to heat up but that doesn't seem to bother the Dane, she is humming somewhat cheerfully and forcefully as the water sluices over her body. When she turns to inspect her chest and let the water fall over the wound, there is a loud thump as if from someone punching a wall exceedingly hard but definitely no screaming, whimpering sure, but no screaming, okay and some off kilter humming that sounds like someone trying to yell through clenched teeth...totally no screaming though, none.
"All the scooby snacks and I'll be okay... Where's my fairy godmother when I need one..." Volya offered a rapid nod to Wren, "Thank you, Wren... I'm having trouble imagining something that burns worse than the pain I'm feeling now." The woman managed a pained laugh. Nodding to Conni, Volya took back the faucet to point it over her thigh. "One more for the 3 of a kind." Eyeing the tiger, her leg hopped in place. "It's all good... I have some THC laced honey, if you want a few of those..." Glancing between Conni and the tiger, she frowned. "This is a magical land where everyone talks to animals and people fly..." Refocusing on her thigh, she peeled the last wound apart with a yelp, followed by a hoarse screaming as she moved the wound directly under the stream of water to rinse it out, before vomiting in the sink, and hanging her head there. "Nothing but jerky..."
The Tiger's ears perk up as he picks out the groans and stifled shouts and whimpering from Conni, his tail thrashing about in an agitated fashion. Volya's pain only adds to his complaint, the Siberian picking up on her issues as well. He stands and moves to Volya's side, nosing her good thigh and meowing lowly. Peter would hold her hair while she vomits, if he could.
Wren came back into the barn out of the driving rain and after peeling off his raincoat placed two sets of quite comfortable looking clothing, consisting of soft shorts and a Tshirt times two and two huge towels that were obviously Wren sized. In his arm he also held a huge piece of meat that looked like it had been freshly shorn from a cow's flank, and likely had, that was sitting between two paper plates. He also had a bottle of anti-bacterial soap, industrial size, along with a smaller, hand-sized pump bottle from the bathroom sink. He set the steak down on the table, then carried a towel over to Vee and set it near her along with the hand-soap sized bottle. "Here you are, Miss Volya." He looked down at Peter and smiled through tight lips to him. "Mahalo, Peter, for helping her keep it upright, I don't know if I'd have held myself together if I came out to see she'd fallen over out of the sink while I ran back to the house." He then took the other bottle and towel back to the shower stall, setting both onto a nearby stool. "Conni? I've got your towel and clothes, along with some soap." he spoke quietly through the curtain. "Do you need anything else other than the doctor?" Worry was still there, but Wren's voice was solid and calm, like nothing was wrong at all. This guy could give lectures on safety during a hurricane, no doubts about it.
While Wren was delivering the towels and the soaps, a set of headlights started down the long half mild drive from the main road toward the barn, heralding the Vet's impending arrival.
The noises from the shower cuts off to the accompaniment of screeching from the taps and then after a few moments, a red knuckled hand reaches out for the towels which have been set on the stool. Some rustling of cloth and then Conni steps out, the towel wrapping around her at least twice and doing a wonderful job of preserving her modesty. She had the towel hung low on her chest, leaving the wound and some cleavage exposed, more out of a wish to air the wound and not to dirty the towels than anything else. Conni looks flat out exhausted, he eyes are red-rimmed and cheerfulness takes a moment to come back, Conni reaching for Wren one handed to drag him into a hug. Dipping her head so that it rests on his shoulder, her body shudders as she stifles a sob, a little of the facade breaking down as she holds onto him. Taking a moment to compose herself, she hangs there for a good long while, the occasional muted sob and then oddly a hiccup as she gets herself together. Finally answering him, she looks up into his eyes, "Thank you for the clothes and the help and for...you know." She tightens her grip on his with her one good arm, letting her head drop down onto his shoulder once more. Slowly and quite reluctantly, she starts to peel away from Wren, "I'm going to get changed unless Volya needs help in the shower, unless there's a stool she could use in there?"
Volya just sat there panting for nearly a minute before she rinse off her hand and starting petting the tiger. "Hey there, good guy... Just don't get any of my blood on you, or the vet may run away screaming... It's a piss poor thing to have animal control called on you." Moving her other hand to squeeze the wounds closed as she whimpered. "Alright, groovy cat... That be oozy blood rather than the spurty sort... That means I'll keep the leg..." Offering up an exhausted fanfare, she pet the tiger some more. "Thank you, Wren..." A quiet giggled slipped out of her as she took the soap. "And the panties came off at your place..." The rest of the laughter was lost and only her frame shook her as she started pump the soap on her hands and thoroughly wash them. "More fun parts, cat." The woman rinsed her hands and took the soap to lather up a ton of it in her hands before allowing the flow of water to run the soaps over the claw marks on her leg, causing another bout of dry-heaving. The mention of the shower, Volya gave her best bobble-headed stare to Conni and her best, Rain circa Resident Evil. "I said I'm fine..." She tried to snap her fingers, "You're bleeding. I'm bleeding. The tiger is bleeding. I'd have Wren carry me, but the sudden rush of blood to south is a bad idea when I'm a quart low..." Eyeing the sink, her nose wrinkled. "More like two if we count the vomit..."
The Tiger suddenly twitches, a bit violently. He lets out a pained noise, something between a growl and a whine, and the feline begins to shrink. The colors fade and the fur seems to retreat back into the creature's skin. Soon, there's a young man with multicolored hair sitting on the floor near the sink, panting, and still bleeding quite badly. "Can't... hold onto it any... any more." Completely nude, naturally, and covered in who knows how many people's blood.
Wren was solid, and stood there to hold Conni as long as she needed. He touched her back, the back of her hair, held her, and made sure she had a wall of a being between hersel and everyone else in the room when she felt the need to break down. There wasn't a single mention of tears soaking into his shirt, and he just nodded to her and spoke softly into her ear as she wept, finger combing her hair back a bit to make use of the thoroughly wet strands that didn't stick together nearly so badly as they would in a few minutes when it started to dry. "You know you're welcome to anything you need of mine at any time, Conni. No need to thank me, it's already available to you." He offered her a small smile and leaned forward to place a strangely delicate kiss onto her cheek from such a large man. "The clothes are on the work bench." He walked Conni that way, and then went over to check on Volya, concern there again in the lines around his eyes, though he managed a laugh, his chest moving with the effort. "Vee, I can't have someone coming around and not dropping their panties, you know this. I'd lose the respect of my field hands." He smiled to her and then peered at her leg before he adjusted the flow of water into the sink to help wash away the vomit and other filth that had come out of her cuts. "I'll try to make sure I'm not delightful in the least when I carry you, if you need the help getting to the new clothes or getting redressed Vee. Even if you need the shower, I promise I'll be as impossibly board like as anyone could ever be, if that's what you need." Wren's eyes then moved to Peter and he couldn't help the fact that he smiled. "Peter, you're keeping up with the women losing their undergarments around me, too. I like that my reputation is open to all sides. Do you need new clothes or are the ones you brought going to be ok over new stitches?" He nodded towards Peter's leaking wound on the once mended side of his hip.
The sound of a truck door closing meant that the doc was truly there, and in rushed a tall man, in his mid-40's. Easily built to look like a bean pole with a set of glasses, but he was quick, and moved like a whip. "Ok, worst first... Do you have the tiger put away into one of the stalls? Or..?" The terribly thin Hawaiian man sounded like he'd just gotten in off a wave, but he looked the part of someone with a huge amount of knowledge behind his eyes.
Vee stared at the shrinking tiger and offered a light-headed grin. "What is my last words to my girlfriend before her facial? I'll take Famous Last Words for 600..." The woman started laughing again, having to lean on the wall at the back of the sink for support. "Alright... The vet is going to be pissed when he gets here. We don't even have a tiger for him to treat any more." When Wren decided to come over, Volya gripped the man shirt over his shoulder and twisted her grip to anchor it. "Alright, boys... Take it all in while you can." The groaning started before she even moved. The tension of muscles built though her frame as she swung her good leg over the sink and shifted her weight, offering Peter a full on flash and curtains match the carpet. "Mu'dak..." She used Wren as the boost to get herself moving out of the sink. Through gritted teeth, she limped her way across the barn, still bleeding. It was mostly hopping on one foot on the way to the shower and the sports bra was lost along the way. She managed to make her way all the way to shower before vomiting and breaking down into tears.
Settling down on the workbench, Conni puts on the shorts first, slipping her legs through and working through the much practiced towel changing routine that one learns at the beach. Looking up as the Vet charges in, she looks from Peter then Volya and then back to Peter again. "The tiger has gone, it's uh three people now." Her voice is soft but carries across neatly in the almost empty barn. "I think he's bleeding again so he might be more urgent, my friend here..." Conni motions with a thumb over her shoulder, "She's not bleeding but has a bad wound in the leg." She sighs then, remembering what was said some moments ago. "I'm not a doctor, we're all wounded and bleeding. Toss a coin and let one die or something." She grins at this, even managing a chuckle. "You could work on the gentleman there first? His leg does look quite painful." This said, Conni finishes getting into her shorts, feeling a lot better when the worst of the drafts have been dealt with but keeping the towel wrapped round her top for the moment.
Peter can't help but watch the show, even if he was inclined to look away, he is in rather a lot of pain. He does close his eyes though, once more providing some privacy. He mutters something in Russian as Vee hobbles her way to the shower. The young man coughs and puts up his hand. "Meow. Guilty as charged. Hi doc, remember me? I must commend you on your stitching, it was quite sturdy. However I uhm ran into some ... grave robbers ... at the temple, and well, those old stitches need some tending to. And uh. I managed to make a matching wound on the other leg. I promise you next time you can work on a Tiger." Peter coughs again and gestures to the two women. "Tend to them first. I am.. patient. I promise I will not die while you tend to their equally bad wounds."
Wren helped Volya out with the care of a physician's assistant, no eyes closing, no diverting attention, but he was utterly careful with his hand placement, to the point that Volya could have used entirely none of her own energy to get down. He grabbed the towel that he'd brought over to the sink and made sure it was on hand so he could bring it to the shower with Vee after he let her go so she could walk to the shower on her own. There was a pained look on his face as he followed behind her and picked up her clothing, treating it gently, and folding the ruined garments into a fine stack that he could set down easily. "Vee, I brought you the towel and the new clothes. I can kill your old ones with fire so you don't have to worry about smelling them again." Then he set everything down. "Call me if you need help out of the shower Vee, alright? Even if you need to be carried to see the doc, or have him come see you in here, that's ok. We can do it." He set the filthy pile of clothes off to the side and looked over to the doctor with a smile. "I can't believe how fast you got here, I can only imagine it was because of the promise of a tiger." Wren shook his head and moved over to be near Conni, providing a wall she could use if she needed one.
The veterinarian looked at Conni, eyeing her chest dubiously, then he started to Peter and shook his head. "Now, to see if I can better my work, neh?"
Watching as Wren helps Vee into the shower, Conni smiles, a warm genuine smile as she notes just how careful he is. As he heads back towards the workbench she reaches out a hand, hooking it into his and trying to pull him towards the bench. "Thank you so much for coming, we had an eventful afternoon and it is very kind of you to see us like this." She tries not to interrupt the Vet as he works on Peter, apparently not at all worried about needles or the sight of blood, especially when it isn't hers. Noises coming from the shower causes her to wince, Conni glancing down at her chest and remembering the pain all too well. Pale as she is, her face goes even paler as she leans back on the workbench, forgetting to leave her arm alone sending her a powerful reminder of the jagged cuts in her chest. Blinking away tears, she closes her eyes and lets her fall back, resting against the barn wall and squeezing Wren's hand while she gets a hold on her breathing. Keeping her voice low, she chatters while she tries to distract herself from the pain. "Met Death today, she was nice. Gave us all presents. Not how I imagined the meeting to go, could have been worse."
Wren accepted the hand and held Conni's gently, though with a sure strength that suggested he might catch her if she fell over. "I imagine that me missing out on being able to help out a friend would be just about the last thing I'd want to do, Conni. I'm happy to be able to help, and glad I've got a Doc that isn't as worried about some of the weirder things we see on the island." When Conni leaned back against the wall, and looked a little pekid, Wren slipped closer and slid an arm behind her back, propping her against that instead of the rougher wood, keeping her from getting any splinters along with the rest of the pain she had to deal with. "Death? I'm glad you're here to tell me about it instead of someone else, then. I should leave a little something for her out in the back pasture to make sure she knows we appreciate it around here." He breathed slowly and carefully to avoid nudging Conni in the slightest. The sounds of Volya dealing with the painful experience in the shower had him tensing, but not where his hand held Conni's nor where his arm was around her back, the tension kept to his spine, core, and legs, like he was ready to make a break for the shower to catch someone passing out if he heard it happen.
Once the vet was done with Peter, and the boy had gotten himself redressed and started for home, he came towards Conni with a dire look on his face. "Now then, Miss. That's a nasty slice you have there, but we should be able to get it fixed up with some clever stitching and have the scar run along the collar bone, rather than obviously across your chest." He looked at the wound for a moment then nodded, setting his bag onto the table. "I've got some local in shots, and then I can give you a little something for the pain. If you need something for longer term, you'll have to work with Wren or head to the hospital to get a prescription." He glanced between Wren and Conni, then motioned for Wren to step back a little, to give him room. "You might want to lay down on the table for this, to keep utterly still. Wren, will you help her onto the table, so she can lay down?"
With that, Wren delicately disentangled himself from Conni and moved two blankets onto the table, before going back to Connie and offering a smile. "Mind if I lay you down so the doctor can work on you without tipping you off the seat, Conni?" Obviously, the way his arms were positioned, he was actually offering to carry her to the table so she wouldn't have to use any of her own muscles.
"Flat is good!" Conni says, weariness in her voice and more than accepting of the suggestion. She allows herself to be carried although there's little 'allow' in it, the tall Dane going for Amazonian to boneless sponge in pulses between heartbeats. Very much aware of the noises from the shower, she does look up but then settles down on the bench, laying her head back slowly so as not to add to her problems. "A local would be great and I'd appreciate a fine hand, thank you. Thank you both." Once sees fully settled on the bench, she reaches for Wren's hand, finding a comfort in the closeness and doing her best to ignore the vet while he goes to work. The local deals with the surface pain but the pulling of flesh and the other odd sensations are not doing great things for her equilibrium. Distracting herself from the work going on just underneath her eye level, she gives Wren's hand a gentle squeeze. "Always so gentle, are they are like you here? Maybe not..." Conni lets out a soft sigh and closes her eyes, feeling it best to let the Vet get to work and then trying to ignore how odd that sounds. "Monoc had these teams, if you were in the field. They were great. This guys good too though. I do miss the field support though, they had morphine and everything, it was great."
The water in the shower screeched as it was cut off. A minute later, Vee had moved far enough to grab the towel and dry off. Aside the occasional sniffle, the woman didn't make a sound, and a moment later she grabbed the t-shirt to put on and the curtain was slid aside as she started the long trek back through the barn. The t-shirt was playing at being a short dress and the short were left as her leg was still oozing blood. She didn't interrupt the operation, but rather she offered Conni's ankle a gentle squeeze and released it to find a seat to lower herself into. "I need the bone from the shorts, Wren... If you're going to burn them." Wincing, she got up using one leg to snag her pack and dig out a Ziploc with home-made honey candies inside to start sucking on a few.
Wren held Conni's hand while she was worked on, offering her gentle smiles of reassurance whenever she opened her eyes. "I'd like to say that gentleness is something everyone here has, but I think it's more because of my work with the horses and the cattle. You figure out early on what they like, and realize that it applies to everything and everyone in life. There are times to be less than gentle, yes, but those times should be reserved for when they're needed, or truly desired." Lifting Conni's hand and doubling over at the waste, Wren gave a soft kiss to the back of it before setting it down carefully. "I'm going to get Vee settled, then I'll be back before it's all done so I can move you. You're welcome to stay here for the night, both of you, I've got extra beds. Or a solid couch if your leg needs to be propped up well, Vee." Wren made the offer then stepped away, walking over to wrap an arm around Volya's back and taking her arm, supporting her as much as possible until she could take a seat on a hay bale. "You just rest there, tell me if you need anything else, Volya. I can get it for you, even if it's more candies or something harder. And I'll get you two some of that mead if you want some after the doc leaves, but I feel like he can give you guys something that'll work even heavier for the night to keep you from hurting." He leaned in and kissed Volya on the top of her head, the pressure gentle, and it accompanied a squeeze of her hand.
The doctor made decently quick work of Conni's chest wound, stitching it up so it was a line just under the collar bone. He motioned to Wren that he could come help Conni up after giving her a soft smile and a pat on the other, unwounded shoulder. "You'll be wearing tube tops again in no time, Miss Conni." Then, the Veterinarian was moving over to Volya, and his brow furrowed a bit. "Good god, I'm glad you already rinsed this out, it would have been nasty if there was anything left in there for long." He helped Volya turn around while Wren made his way over to help Conni up. And then the Vet started in with shots to numb up Volya's thigh, finally relieving the pain that had been burning through it, though there was still the sensation of tugging and what not when he opened up the cuts and looked them over, filled them with another anti-bacterial and anti-microbial agent, and started sewing. "I'll do my best to keep these lines fine, but these are jagged, and look torn. At least it's not a shark bite. Those look terrible no matter how well you can sew."
Conni settles on the bench but moves close enough to offer a hand to Volya, wincing as she sees the leg wound once more. "Those candies working out for you?" The mention of a bone has her standing again and then heading over to where her pile of clothes are, taking the time to unwrap from the towel and put on one of the shirts that Wren has provided. Kneeling down and doing her best not to bend too much Conni rifled through her pockets until she found the relevant weasel bone, then heading over to the moldering heap that were once Volya's clothes and doing the same. Heading from there, she goes to the sink to wash her hands, the creeping smell of ghoulishness coming out quickly enough with liberal applications of soap and water. Drying her hands she head back to the bench, reaching out for Volya's palm to deposit a small white bone before closing her hand over it. "You earned it. You're quite crazy, but you earned it." Conni smiles as she says this, trying to keep her face neutral as she watches the doctor work on Volya's leg. Looking to Wren, she offers him a smile. "I think a bed would be fantastic, although I think Volya might need to phone her friends, I know they'll be worr....wait, did you mention mead?" Conni looks from Volya to Wren and raises an eyebrow. "The mead? Here? Like to drink?" Letting out a happy sigh, Conni leans again Wren as she continues to watch the Doctor at work, thinking happy thoughts about mead and beds and possibly moots...but Danes do that.
Volya was mostly zoning when the doc got to her. There was the initial wince of the needle punching into her skin, then the relief of numbing agent taking over the pain that was a quiet, "Oh..." And her spine started to liquefy a moment later, the word came out of a long moan. "Drugs are the best... You are a godsend... I say angel, but that's how I got here..." She made another please sound, having to wipe her drooping mouth with the back of her hand. "I suppose your mention will have to work... I was going to tape and commune with nature... It was going to be lovely..." A quiet giggle slipped out of her as she looked between Wren, Conni and the doc. "Mead? The sweet one is really good, so all I can think about is orange juice... Wren? Do you have orange juice?" There was another giggle as she nippled on her bottom lip. "Freshly squeezed?"
Once the doctor was done, bandages were placed over the wound on Volya's leg, and gauze wrapped around it. The doc took Wren to the side, after extricating him from the ladies, to give him instructions for caring for their wounds. Naturally you don't give patients suffering and in pain the instructions, you give them to someone else, who can tell them later. And then, the Doctor was off with smiles and a deep breath before he made his way out to the rainy night, and drove home.
Wren, after talking to the doctor, came closer to the women and looked them over. "I can get you each back to the house, one at a time, under a raincoat. That way we don't risk getting all of the Doc's hard work soaked in this rain. We can chill out in the living room a little while, but if you drink the mead tonight, I can only give you each half a pill of painkiller. If you don't drink tonight, you can each have a full pill. And I'll sort you out with sleeping areas, Volya the couch so we can keep her leg up and safe, and of course Conni, you can have one of the guest beds." He looked between the two women and shook his head with a slow grin. "Now to come up with a good reason why I have two beautiful blondes at least mostly undressed in my house without me getting to have a good story I'd never tell them anyway." Wren smiled a winsome smile, and gave the two injured women a wink. "Let's get you two safe and warm in the house, and I'll happily serve you orange juice, or papaya juice, or any kind of juice you want, Vee." He nodded to them, and started preparations to get them dry and into the warmth of his well-sized farmhouse.
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