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The door opens onto the clash of metal on metal and yelling as Will falls backward, blocking a sword as he slams the door shut and catches his breath on the floor. His cloak is covered in snow and he has a cut on his leg that's already starting to hurt.

Once he has his breath back, he stands and sheathes his sword before making his way to Bar and ordering a mulled wine and a bandage as he takes off his gloves.

When a little cookie appears, he opens it and frowns as he reads the little message You've got what it takes, but it will take everything you've got! Then he slips the message into his pouch and looks around to see what's changed since he was last here.

Plot tag: Misfortune Cookies
(OOC: Catch him at the door or at the Bar.)

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"Will! Are you okay?" Guppy asks, rushing over to him.

Will looks up from where he is on the floor, getting up to an elbow with a wince,

"Aye, aye. 'ow are ye doin', Guppy?"

Guppy carefully helps him up.

"I've had flu, but I'm okay now." he says. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

He nods and stands up, sheathing his sword and wincing from the cut on his leg and various bruises,

"Aye, 'ope wasna too bad."

"Not as bad as you found me last year." Guppy says, offering him an arm to support him. "Who were you fighting just now? Do you want me to shoot them with the stun gun through the door before you go back?"

"Some bounty 'unters an nay, I'll manage 'em when I go through,"

Since he'll have the advantage then.

"Okay." Guppy says. "Let's get you into the infirmary."

"Aye, naught too bad just lots o'small things."

"Well let's get you cleaned up and not infected." Guppy says.

"Take a good look at it." he adds, opening the door to the infirmary. "We're having a rebuild soon."

"Oh aye, what's it goin' to look like?"

In the infirmary, Will takes off his cloak and sits on one of the beds, sighing as he can actually rest.

"We're getting a day room." Guppy says, washing his hands and gloving up. "Got the approval from Mike the other day. Somewhere people can relax while we keep an eye on them medically, that doesn't look, smell or beep like an infirmary."

"That sounds like a good idea, keep folks from gettin' too restless,"

Will winces as he considers which injury to show Guppy first, its been a tough winter.

"Yeah, I got the idea after two people in two weeks walked out with drips attached because they didn't want to stay." Guppy says.

"Right, which one's worst?"

"One on me leg that I just got, feels like its still bleedin',"

Its a sword slash but not deep yet long.

"Mind if I cut your trousers off?" Guppy asks, getting the medical scissors.

"I can just take 'em off,"

He hates having to lose them, so Will loosens their ties and pulls his shirt down to cover himself while allowing Guppy to get to the wound.

"Okay." Guppy says, getting to work on stopping the blood flow and fixing the wound.

"Where else are you hurt?"

"Number o'bruises but naught else too bad."

"Do you want this one stitching or fusing?" Guppy asks.

"Fusin's fine, will 'eal quicker."

"Yeah, it will, just didn't want to put you in awkward situations, so it's always best to ask." Guppy says.

"I just fell out o'a fight through a magic door, dinna need to worry 'bout that."

"Haha, true."

"Aye, thank ye. 'ow are ye children doin'?"

Guppy runs the skin fuser over the wound.

"Fry stuck his finger down the plughole in the bath yesterday, but fortunately we got it out without having to call the fire brigade." he says. "And we've found out that Coral's short sighted and needs contact lenses. But they're both happy enough otherwise."

"Good, they're grand children."

"Thank you." Guppy says. "Can't believe how fast they grow sometimes."

He cleans the edge of the wound once it's sealed. "That one's all done."

"Thank ye,"

Mainly he's bruised and scratched up and tired so nothing else major that needs to be fixed.

"Are you able to stay here and rest a bit?" Guppy asks. "Let me get you something to eat and drink when we're done."

"Oh aye, be glad o'it."

"Good." Guppy says, checking him over for any other injuries.

There's nothing else too striking only some heavy bruising and he could do with eating more, but that's always true of Will,

"Aye, be glad o'somethin' truly warm."

"You're looking skinnier." Guppy comments. "Let me get you some clean clothes."

"Mine arena too bad, but thank ye."

"Okay." Guppy says, cleaning up then leading him back through.

"Might need a bit of cleaning." he says.

"That's easily sorted."

"What can I get you?" Guppy asks, going over to the bar. He gets himself a tea and some pizza.

The pizza looks good and Will asks for one too along with some ale and chocolate, "This'll do."

"Good." Guppy says. "Looks like you need feeding up. I'll have to take you home with me."

"Ye dinna 'ave to do that,"

Will wouldn't mind but Guppy doesn't have to.

"You'd be very welcome if you want to come." Guppy says.

"I might then."

"Excellent. I'm sure Frogs and the kids will be delighted to see you."

"Aye, missed 'em. This winter's just bein' long."

"Well it's still a bit cold there, but it's starting to warm up. Snow's gone at least."

"That's better than Sherwood."

"That settles it then. We'll soon get you fed up a bit."

"Aye, thank ye."

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