Bad wounds

"I'm just peachy, Pretty Boy," Randi said with a grin.
"Randi-" Luna started.
"Oh hush, you. I am perfectly capable to caring for myself," Randi brushed, cutting Luna off. "Why don't you go do your healer stuff elsewhere. Look! Other patients! Go and help them," Randi said, trying to wave Luna away.

S. "Hey watch it luna is a great help here." I say to Randi and look at luna.

"Gods Shrike." Gwen rolled her eyes at him. "Can you bandage my head please it's killing me and I don't like the feeling of blood running down my hair."

"Well I'm not dead and you did carry me here. Tell you what...patch me up, take me home, and watch a movie with me and we can call it even." Gwen flinched as Shrike bandaged her.

"Whatever movie I want and you have to watch it all the way through." Gwen leaned up on her elbows. "After this I should make it a movie marathon." Her head still hurt really bad "Can you get me some ambrosia please?"

Luna grit her teeth, trying to ignore Sam. She could handle herself just fine.
"Can I go now?" Randi asked.

S. I look over randi and shrug. "I don't know your Lunas patient and she knows what she's doing" I say as I walk back to the desk.

"No, Randi. You're staying the night," Luna growled.

Randi stuck her tongue out in proper Randi fashion (despite being 16 years old) and crossed her... Arm. "You know I hate hospitals," she grumbled.

Luna sighed. "Look, Randi, I know. You can leave at day-break, ok?"

"...Fine."

S. I smile sitting at the desk and sipping my coffee, "Hey luna when you have a moment wanna talk?" I ask.

"Thank you Shrike." Gwen drank the ambrosia greedily. "Ahhh much better." she smiled the pain in her skull lessening.

Ooc: Ambrosia is a drink Will :p

OOC: Im aware! Have you never been served a classy drink on a plate before? Maybe thats just in Britain...

"Glad youre okay," Shrike said sheepishly.

"No hard feelings?"

Gwen smiled mischievously at Shrike "The deals not over yet, you still have to carry me home. We're going to watch movies and you're going to be a gentleman for the rest of the day and treat me like a princess." her gaze was sweet but there was a look of or else in her eyes.

"Or you could grab your tanning glasses for when I tell Roxy you nearly killed me. Instead of helping you learn how to use your sword she'll roast you alive with hers. That is if Skylar doesn't send you into a black shadowy abyss first with the help of Dez, Zane, Olivia, and maybe Catos too. Or maybe Anastasia would execute the attack you did on me properly with her own twist and crack your skull open. I can go on for days Shrike Tachyita, I have been at camp a long time and I'm very well loved. So please dear cut the crap and be nice to me, you did almost kill me. It's the least you can do."

Gwen's smile was sugar sweet and her words rung with truth. The air in the room was getting thicker, obviously due to the tension between the two.

"Well it's not easy to tell when you're joking Shrike. It's not like you're the nicest guy ever and anyone can tell the difference between you being serious or kidding." Gwen bit her lip feeling slightly bad. "You've been pretty nice to me lately and I appreciate that, it's just...I never know if you're going to go back to how you used to be."

"I'm sorry Shrike, I genuinely thought you were trying to be mean." Gwen frowned, her bangs covering her eyes. She felt absolutely awful now, it wasn't her intention to upset Shrike. Gwen felt like he was trying to hurt her feelings, after all she did care about Shrike a lot and he was already making so much progress.

"I'll just go now, I feel awful. I'm so sorry..." Gwen tried to lift herself up but her head still hurt so she ended up falling back onto the cot.