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TOWN CLINIC - MIDMORNING
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Doc Plume is sitting at their deck drinking a cup of tea after seeing to a routine early appointment. Even such things are a little tricky now with an unconscious elephant taking up a good bit of floor space even after being carefully pushed to the side of the room.
Brunilda has been laying on her belly, unmoving, for the last day and a bit. On her belly because her back is almost entirely covered in nasty-looking magi-fire burns from her neck down to her legs, the hair burned entirely off her tail tuft. Her right leg is also heavily bandaged. Eventually she starts at least having expressions in her dreams, her eyes tightening at some seen dream or another. "Mmrrf..." She groans as consciousness attempts to return.
Doc Plume perks up at the sound coming from their pachyderm patient. They stand and walk over next to Brun, crouching down. "Brunilda? Don't move too much. You're in the clinic." They take a pot of thick, pungent ointment from a nearby shelf and begin spreading it over Brun's burns carefully.
Brunilda lets out a slightly sharper groan at the ointment being applied, but concurs that any kind of moving feels like a bad idea: "Whah... uhm. What happened?"
Doc Plume shakes their head. "I'm still not sure. The generator exploded. You stumbled in here half dead carrying May. May will be fine, by the way. You saved her." They finish up with the ointment and wipe off their hands on a rag. "Do you want some water?"
Brunilda blinks at this knowledge, her memories attempting to come back but feeling extremely sluggish in their attempt at doing so. "Water... yes. I'm parched."
Doc Plume walks over to the sink and fills up a jug of water. They take a glass as well, then set it back down and instead take a piece of rubber tubing and set it in the jug as a makeshift straw. The jug is set down near Brun's face. "Drink slowly. Don't need you choking on top of everything else."
Brunilda shifts enough to have head up enough to be able to drink. She does as adviced, just barely having the presence of mind to not chug it all down. "The... generator... it started leaking." She talks as her minds starts slowly running: "I got out, but it... I think the force of it knocked May out..."
Doc Plume looks to their left, where a normal barrel is set up with May being held suspended in it from the shoulders down. The barrel itself is full of some sort of yellow-grey goop. "Yeah, she's in a bad way. Most of her body has serious ICEE burns. You just got normally burned for the most part, which is much better, trust me..."
Brunilda squints at the barrel, silently huh'ing about it. She attempts to shift her position a bit, but her body refuses any such action and she quickly cancels that plan. "So... well yeah. Had to dive back in... to get her... I think the flames got me pretty bad."
Doc Plume nods to Brun. "You lost a couple of layers of skin on your back, but it's so thick that there's not likely to be anything worse than some minor scarring. Shouldn't hamper your movement too much. No muscle damage or anything. It's just going to take a while for you to heal up. Your skin also kept you from getting really hurt by the ICEE." They lean down to trace out the injured area with a blunt claw tip so Brun can picture it. "Even after you heal, your skin will be more tender than you're used to for a while."
Brunilda leans her head up in a feeble attempt to look at her own back, but it's rather obvious she'd even under normal circumstances lack the flexibility to do so. She shifts to lean on her hands, sighing: "Guess that... well, makes sense, sort of. I mean, I did what I was supposed to. What was right."
Doc Plume looks down at the thin sheet which is the only thing that separates Brun from the hard floor. They walk over to the storage closet where the now-inert autopump machinery lies and remove a large bedroll before closing the door again. They walk over to Brun and look down at her. "I'd like you to be more comfortable. Do you think you can move enough to get this under you? And yes, you did. Without quick intervention, May might have died. She certainly would have been maimed and lost her right arm at least. As it is, she should make a full recovery for the most part..."
Brunilda looks at the bedroll dumbly a moment, distracted by Plume's words. She then realizes to shift up enough to allow them to get the bedroll under her. She looks at the barrel May is in: "I... saved her? Are you sure?"
Doc Plume unrolls the bedroll into a thin but padded matress and helps Brun wriggle onto it. "You gave her the best chance to do so, anyway. Left unattended, the ICEE burns would have eaten her alive."
Brunilda nods, thinking: "That... bad, huh?" She shakes her head slightly: "Anyone would have done what I did."
Doc Plume nods. "ICEE burns are easy enough to treat, but the stuff doesn't stop burning on its own when it gets onto skin and flesh. Too much energy in it that needs to get out somehow. You have to leech it out slowly and keep it from burning. AMP is a lot safer when it comes to big accidents like this."
Brunilda nods slowly: "...I didn't know that."
Doc Plume walks back to their desk and gets a notepad and pencil. "Long term exposure to unshielded AMP will make you sick, but it won't eat you alive." They crouch down again. "Now then, where is your pain the worst?"
Brunilda blinks and ponders, thinking: "...well, it's not quite 'all over', but my tail hurts like hell, and uh... did something happen to my leg?" She twitches her heavily bandaged right leg, unable to see it herself.
Doc Plume moves down and checks the bandage. "Yes. It was gashed open, pretty deep. Had to staple it shut since I couldn't stitch your skin. It was also already ICEE burned before the cut. Good thing it wasn't after, though."
Brunilda winces, sighing again: "Well that... explains. Can barely feel it now, other than just it feeling odd."
Doc Plume nods. "I'll take another look at it when I change the dressing later. Are you hungry at all? I could get you some broth or oatmeal if you like..."
Brunilda shakes her head: "No I... maybe a bit later. How long was I out?" She yawns: "I feel like sleeping more."
Doc Plume checks the notepad. "About 38 hours... You basically collapsed once I took May from you..."
Brunilda blinks: "Huh. I mean..." Another yawn. "...I dunno. Talk later..."
Doc Plume fetches a thin pillow for Brunilda before she drifts off, tucking it under the elephant's head about three moments before Brun drifts off again. "Sleep well," they murmur as they make more notes on their notepad as they return to their desk.