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[OOM: Izana doesn't have a good time at the Gravity Festival.]

Izana limps in wearing not their usual white uniform, but a plain blue happi. They are also clutching a short stick that is currently stuck in their left thigh. They have had better times.

"Excuse me, is there a doctor or nurse available?"

Getting medical aid here or back home is the same right?

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Joly leaves his current study materials scattered across his table and hurries over. "Hello! I work in the infirmary. Ah, look at you, what happened here?"

He holds out his arm for support as soon as he's close enough. He's learned better than to just make contact with Milliways patrons without warning, but a limp is a limp.

"Thank you," Izana says accepting his help. His voice seems familiar but they aren't quite sure where from just yet. "I'm afraid I fell on top of a candied apple and its stick broke."

"I was on my way to get it treated but found Milliways instead."

"Oh, well, we can have that fixed up in no time, once you're there. Here--" He offers his cane-- they're about the same height. "I could get a stretcher, but if you'll use that, and lean on me, here--" he puts their arm over his shoulders to demontrate, and his own arm around their waist. " We can get you to the infirmary faster than if you just wait for me, and without putting any more weight on that leg."

He smiles, amused as he often is by the quick familiarity of medicine. "--I'm Joly, by the way."

"Oh, Merry-san!" Izana replies with enthusiasm, finally recalling where they recognize the voice from. "It me, Izana. We met during Cube Fall, if I am not mistaken?"

They gladly accept the cane and the offered arm, though they blush a little at the physical contact.

Joly beams, equally enthusiastic. "Yes! I've been hoping to see you! You know, it wasn't until after I'd changed back that I realized I had no idea how you looked when you weren't a robot! I'm so glad to see you again!" He grins. "For the first time, again, even.--Though I'm sorry for the circumstances. But really, the Infirmary's excellent. Shall we?"

If Izana lets him, Joly will practically carry them for the short walk there; he's lifted much larger people in the course of his training.

Alas, they have too much pride to let Joly carry them.

"I do appreciate this, but I ask that the wound is treat conventionally. I need to return with it, so no magic or whatever."

Joly smiles. "Oh, that's easily promised! I don't know any magic. Only medicine. And I'm sure it's nothing to advanced for your society, though it would astonish mine-- here we are, if you'll just sit there a moment?" He nods at one of the exam tables as they enter the infirmary.

"Of course," Izana replies and hops up to the exam table, which results in them wincing as the injury is jared. More carefully, they pull their happi to sit lower towards their knees. "The whole thing was rather silly. I wasn't watching where I was going and the person I bumped into was very rude in return."

Joly, holding out a scanner to run a quick examination, blinks. "You mean they stabbed you?-- Ah, hold on just a moment, I'm just checking to make sure I won't give you anything that you might have a negative reaction to."

The scanner's already beeping merrily along.

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