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[The sound cuts in to the din of an angry dog barking somewhere in the background, but it is not long before haggard breath can be heard, then finally]

...doctor.

[Another gasp, a strained groan.]

I n..nneed a doctor..

(ooc: So the Marquis just got the crap kicked out of him by Sexby, over a leftover incident from the Masterworld plot a year ago. Yay continuity!)

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...Marquis?

What's happened?

[There's a sigh]

Iago.

[Which is about all he manages before he passes out. Renate can still be heard somewhere in the background going nuts.]

[He shoved his DS into his back pocket and practically ran to the Marquis' room, frowning at the state. The door was still open, which unnerved him.] Renate? [He wanted to calm the dog down as he knelt down beside his warden, but...it seemed the dog was locked away. He didn't worry about it. There were more pressing matters.]

Marquis.

[The Marquis lay on the floor near the sitting area. His journal lay open at the small table there, which he'd been operating from the ground. His face is already beginning to swell from multiple blows, and a thin stream of blood runs from the corner of his mouth. His eyes seem to twitch behind the lids when his name is uttered, but beyond that he doesn't respond immediately. Renate's frantic barking gives way to whining as she scratches at the bathroom door.]

[Iago sighed, placing a hand on his warden's cheek gently.] Marquis, open your eyes. [He was just hoping the man wouldn't die on him. Not now.]

[A groan, he does finally open his eyes. The pain at this point, because he's been still for the last few minutes, is starting to die into just numb, itchy hotness. If anything moves, of course, the real pain comes out. He grimaces.]

Iago?

[He really wants to go to sleep.]

[Muttered.] Merda. [Then, in a bolder tone:] What happened? [He put a hand on the Marquis'...just for reassurance.] Who did this?

Hm? [He starts to sit up and immediately regrets that. He hisses in pain and sinks back down.] Minor argument. [At least he thinks. Probably not the best moment to try to insert humor. A wince.] Edward Sexby.

This is not a minor argument. [He glances to the door.] A doctor will...be here soon. [He didn't know that for sure, of course. But he was going to hope.]

What was the argument about? [He would deal with Sexby later. For now, though, he had to stay calm.]

A matter between myself and his wife. [He grunts.] A matter I thought closed when you and Judas were brought back to the Barge.

[Finally he picks up on the background noise, mainly because he'd like for there to be a little less noise all-around right now.]

Iago...let Renate out before she worries herself sick. I am not going anywhere.

[Iago had all but forgotten about the dog by now and stood up, shutting the Marquis' main door and opening the bathroom door instead. Now that he was sure the Marquis was going to be awake for a while, he felt comfortable enough to do so.]

[The Doctor barges in, hesitating only for a moment when he saw Iago, medical kit in hand.] Let me have a look at him. Do you know what happened here? [He caught the beginning of the conversation before he set out, but not much of the rest. But it does look as though the Marquis has been thoroughly beaten.]

[The Marquis squinted a little as another man approached, just in time for his dog to hurry over and sniff at him to assess the damage. She wined and lapped at his face, making him grimace. He uttered her name and she instead worried his hand, pushing her nose under his fingers]

Had a fall, Doctor.

[He laughed a little.]

[Iago walked over and tried to pull the dog away to let the Doctor see what was going on. He stayed silent, his caring side retreating in the presence of the stranger.]

A fall. [He repeated that with more than a bit of sarcasm. But he wouldn't reveal what the Marquis told him. He was already out for blood.]

Yes, well... I'm to have a stern word or two with the floor when this is all over. [He leaned over the Marquis to use a medical scanner on him, nodding at Iago as he pulled the dog away.]

I'm afraid the "fall" gave you a concussion, Mr. de Sade. We'll have to treat you in the infirmary.

Monsieur Sexby paid me a visit. [He said this with greater seriousness, and at the doctor's suggestion that he be treated in the infirmary he laughed a little again. That time it hurt.]

I do not think I shall be moving soon, Doctor. Something broke and I am a little afraid to sit up.

[Renate allowed herself to be herded back away though she hovered just out of reach of the others, making low sounds.]

You're going. [Iago spoke softly, though he knew he really didn't have any say in this.] They have....[He searched for the words.] those beds that move. They can take you there.

Yes, a trolly. [He motions to Iago.] I'm going to administer some anaesthetics, I want you to go get me one. I can help move him onto it and finish once the bed is down and finish bringing him up.

[Soft and unpleasant:]

Familiar?

I'll be right there! Unless someone is bringing you and in that case I'll have a bed ready. Is anyone coming?

Edited 2011-06-02 06:28 (UTC)

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