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[the_seafarer]

The front door opens, and Caspian walks in. He does not look so different from usual, except that he is pale and his eyes are red-rimmed and burning with tiredness. His left forearm is bandaged, and his face is set, his expression unreadable. Getting a tea, hot water and some bandages from the bar, he goes quietly to a chair by the fire and methodically unravels the bandage from his arm, revealing a rather nasty gash that runs up the length of his forearm, red and inflamed.

He begins to clean it with a bandage dipped in the hot water, and to rebandage it as best he can.

Caspian stares into the flames, his tea forgotten.

[ooc: My first over 100-comment! Breaky!Caspian talks first to Raven, who offers to heal his arm, but ends up bandaging it instead, as per Caspian's rather unusal request, and then they discover a common acquaintance in Susan Pevensie; next, to C--the Green Arrow, who, thanks to the marvels of Milliways, also binds his arm for him (this will be a running theme here, people), and they talk about the boat. Next up is Peter Pevensie, who attempts to have Moiraine heal Caspian's arm and is annoyed when Caspian asks her not to, and they talk about Rilian and his enchantment. Lysistrata comes over and helps Caspian out, which is good for him and angsty for her.]

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[creator_raven]

Are you all right, sir?

[the_seafarer]

He gets a wan, but polite smile from Caspian.

"Oh, yes. Quite alright. I just cut myself, that is all."

[creator_raven]

Would you like my help in rebandanging it? I have some small skill as a healer.

[the_seafarer]

"That would be most appreciated." He holds out his arm and looks at it wryly.

"Trying to bandage one arm with the other is rather awkward."

[creator_raven]

Would you like it healed some, or just the bandaging?

*He inspects the cut to make sure it's clean, and then dabs at it a bit, himself, just to make certain.*

[the_seafarer]

Caspian hisses slightly in pain, but braces himself in silence--he had neglected the gash for most of the day before until it had turned an angry red.

"Just the bandage would be much appreciated," he tells his new doctor. It doesn't make much sense, as it is an awkward, painful cut, but he gives no reason.

"I thank you for your aid."

[creator_raven]

*Raven does not ask. He probably already has an idea.*

*He winds the bandage gently, muttering very softly, only so the wound does not turn septic.*

May the pain of memory fade as the wound itself does, sir.

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Connor can never resist someone they looks like they may need help. And a And a big gash up someone's arm? That definately looks like they need help.

He approaches, eyeing it warily. "Sir, are you alright...?"

[the_seafarer]

Caspian gives him a small smile--wan, but polite.

"Quite alright, although I seem to have cut myself."

"Cut" seems a bit of an understatement.

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Connor raises an eyebrow. "That's quite a nasty cut. Have you done anything for it?"

[the_seafarer]

Caspian takes a breath, thinking. He had ignored it much of the day before, and now it was throbbing and painful, and angry red.

"Not much," he admits. "I thought I would try cleaning it a bit and changing the bandage."

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

"Would you like some help with that?" Connor offers. "I'm used to bandaging wounds by now." He's had quite a few of them himself.

[the_seafarer]

Caspian hesitates, then nods, appreciation sparking through the dull expression through them.

"That would be most helpful. I thank you for your offer."

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter spies Caspian across the room and grins, heading towards his fellow king.

As he approaches, he notices the gash on Caspian's arm, and his smile turns to concern.

"Caspian? What happened?"

[the_seafarer]

Caspian hisses slightly in pain as he carefully cleans out the gash.

"I cut myself," he says quietly. "Cut" isn't even the word. The gash is long and deep, with jagged edges, and it has turned an angry red, but he offers no more information and goes on mechanically dabbing at it.

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter frowns, kneeling beside Caspian's chair.

"Say not so, lord. 'Tis far more than a cut. Let there not be secrets between us."

[the_seafarer]

Caspian continues attempting to bandage his arm, failing miserably as he can only use his other hand, which is shaking badly. His eyes are focused on his job, and Peter might be able to see that they are full of tears.

"I...was working, on my boat. Careless. My hand slipped, and I cut myself with the saw."

Caspian is nothing if not careful at work.

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter reaches out to still Caspian's hand and take over the cleaning.

"It's not like you," he says quietly, falling back into his normal speech patterns. "Is something wrong?"

[the_seafarer]

The hand which Peter had stilled moves up to his foreheadm and Caspian gives up his wounded arm without a fight.

"Rilian."

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

Strata takes one look at Caspian's wound, and immediately rushes over.
"Here, let me look at that."

[the_seafarer]

Without a word, he holds out his arm for her to see. The cut is nasty--it's deep and jagged and painfully red.

He clearly hasn't been taking care of it.

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

Strata examines it, tuts, then glances at Caspian. Heal first, talk later.
She hurries over to Bar, requests and gets some rubbing alcohol, some salve, bandages, and hot water.
"This is going to hurt, so brace yourself."
With one hand she holds the hurt arm's wrist, and begins cleaning out the wound first with hot water, then began to liberally pour alcohol over the cut.

[the_seafarer]

He barely flinches as the stinging alcohol enters the wound, and stares into the flames as she busies herself over his arm.

His voice breaks the silence, husky and quiet. "I...thank you, Strata."

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

She blows him off with a wave, engrossed in the project at hand.
"It's nothing. You're hurt and I can treat wounds, and you're my friend. The least I can do.
She applies the salve carefully, then bandages the wound carefully but securely.
"Apply this salve once a day, and rewrap the wound. You did a nasty job on it, but I think you will be alright."
She sits on the chair next to him, still holding his hand, and looking at him intently, searchingly.
"Come, let me shoulder some of your burdens. The Gods above know I'm strong enough.. And don't give me any of that heroic crap, because you know I won't take it."
The look in her eyes is fiercely protective.

[the_seafarer]

He has not met her eyes yet, and now he bows his head to his hands.

"I...saw Rilian. The other night.

"My son."

That should be a joyous occasion.

"He...did not know me."