homeless_pard | When the Council comes calling

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jason au

When the Council comes calling

Who: Khem, JC, Asher, Nat, Req, any?
When: Two months after her shop has been open.
What: Well, the Council. And everyone gets to be a badass.

Khemrys chuckled, sealing the last of the small jars she was working on with wax and intricately knotted, colored strings. "My last gifting to the lady did not go well," she pointed out. Not well at all given the sour looks and the fact the woman practically danced when Khemrys had moved to the apartment. Khemrys was still at the Circus, often, to cook and for the dance nights that they al enjoyed but...

...well, the space hopefully had the woman forgetting about her?

"Oui," Jean Claude admitted, running fingers along plants. They'd come to look over the property and the books, a pleasant outing, honestly, to check in on their newest holding. And on Khemrys. He was a little uneasy having her away from the Circus honestly, something neither he nor Asher could pinpoint so here they were on an excuse. "But this she will not know is from you. I ask you to make something on my behalf as a gift."

She moved smoothly from sealing the bruise balm to the next chore of blending a headache powder as she considered that, "I am uncertain if that will work, high lord. My stitching is...distinctive at this point?"

"She has a point, I have to keep my nice clothes at the Circus now," Nathanial pointed out, lounging under the sun lamps. It was his evening off and he'd been intending to trade bread recipes with Khem but then the vamps had wandered in!

"We were afraid that might be the case," Asher admitted, looking up from the sale ledger. "And I suggested a leatherworker instead..."

"Aye, I've no deft hand with leather," Khemrys admitted. "No matter it may act as fabric at times, the thickness throws me?" No matter what they might intend for Anita?

"Ah," Jean Claude looked disappointed but not entirely surprised at least? She was grateful not to fail him in something he truly hoped for!

"May I at least offer some su-" she blinked, freezing a moment, herbs actually trickling from between her fingers. What was that? A feeling, nothing more, but one that slid along her spine like ice, then the front door chimed, someone throwing themselves inside with a pained gasp. She dropped the herbs entire to run for the shop entry, seeing a young rat on the floor, writhing. "Lords, MY KIT!"

The two vamps blinked, uncertain as to where such might be but Nathaniel rolled to his feet and grabbed a bag, tossing it, "what happened?"

"...he told me to run...get here..." the young man gasped, fighting a shift. It nearly took him, but he managed to pull his leg inside the shop and his body eased immediately, some boon or blessing by crossing under Gunnora's symbol no doubt. "Rafael said to get safe, but I didn't get far enough...here's safe..."

"Here is safe," Khemrys confirmed, feeling along the boy's limb's for injury. No blood, no tearing...

"From what?" Jean Claude's voice rolled dangerously, making the boy wince and curl on himself.

"The Circus. They took the Circus, they were calling us..."

"...oh shit," Nathaniel blinked.

"You will stay here," Khemrys noted grimly to the boy. "Upstairs, there is stew. Do not leave until I return." That said she was standing to grab a heavy apron with pockets and a proper backpack to stuff things in.

"You will not be going," Jean Claude noted.

"They will need a healer, high lord. And you may need blood," she noted in the calm voice of a battlefield medic. "We do not seem to have time to argue."

No, no time at all if the Circus was in danger. That was a home. Not her only home now, but certainly Jean Claude and Asher's, and it was NOT to be taken.

They'd see what the may when they arrived hmmm?

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Cherry had worked in the shifter hospital enough to be used to working quickly on patients who weren't sedated...she really hoped this stuff Khemrys had made worked. At Requiem's word she went to work, quickly and vigorously scouring at the remaining dead tissue.

Whatever it was, it was maybe taking the edge off, but still the body beneath her began to tense and flail. She didn't slow, but yelled for Zane to help hold him so she could finish. There was no sign that Jason was registering anything they said, but she spoke soothingly to him as he cried out and she continued working her way up the leg until she found no more sign of decay. "Coming to your side," she called, moving to Jason's other foot and beginning there.

Requiem was working grimly at ribs and arms, neck and face were healthier for now but he'd double check them after the obvious parts were safely handled. "Going to recommend Khemrys continue work on the painkiller. Perhaps I should opted for the sleep draught..."

Hmmm.

At least Nathaniel was a staunch 'holding the person in the shower' sort?

Cherry shook her head, eyes fixed on her work. "If you want one of the boys to dump something else down his throat, that's fine with me as long as we don't stop. I know this is hurting like hell."

Jean Claude appeared in the doorway, expression darkening at Jason's cries. "I have options for sustenance when he is able. Is everything in hand here?"

"I'm worried mixing doses may drop his blood pressure now," he admitted. And Jason didn't have much to lose at the moment honestly. "The bed and towels should be burned, Jean Claude, and this room will need deep scrubbing once we've done all we can for Jason." Just to let him know?

And it gave him something else to think about, even if only slightly.

"I also suggest you burn your own sheets," he added as an afterhought. "And get the letters from the cape I wrapped around Anita."

"I will have everything destroyed when you are finished here." Jean Claude paused and muttered an inaudible curse as he turned to seek out these letters. He had no interest in anything Belle had to say at the moment, but he did not want Anita waking and finding letters from Belle.

Cherry nodded, working quickly. "I'm done here. Do you need help where you're at?"

"My apology, I was not thinking," he sighed about the letters in his cape. He'd apologize again later honestly but..."his left arm if you would Cherry, thank you." The ribs were being touchy and he could handle the right...

"Then he should be good to wrap in towels."

She nodded and moved to his left arm. He was still shouting wordlessly and thrashing, but it was definitely becoming weaker. She worked quickly, trying to block everything out but the task at hand.

Gregory and Stephen were watching from the corner, having retreated after sharing blood. They glanced around and started silently gathering towels to hand off to Requiem and Cherry for when they finished.

It was not, perhaps, the longest shower he'd ever participated in but it was by far the least fun honestly. Granted, that was due to the fact that indoor plumbing was far later an invention than his doctoring days...

Ah, finally, ribs were showing healthy, if exposed muscle! Just that arm and "get us clear," he noted to Nathaniel.

Nathaniel had been holding as tightly as he could to Jason, eyes closed tight against what the rest were doing as he tried to murmur reassurances into Jason's ear. The heat from the shower was doing nothing for the smell or for his own lightheadedness, but he was able to maneuver Jason easily enough for the others to work.

Thankfully even Jason's thrashing was weakening as the scrubbing ceased, and it was easier to keep his balance on the slick floor. "Where are we taking him?" Nathaniel asked blearily.

Requiem wrapped towels around Jason once they got clear, more to keep undue trauma out of healing skin areas, then wrapped Nathaniel as an afterthought, "his room," he decided. "An area he knows is safe and has comforts he can wake to."

Yeeeah, he had no idea that was where Khemrys was stashed.

The armed guards were somewhat surprising.

To all of them, really. One of the rats stepped back in shock when he saw what they were carrying, but still he held up a hand. "Hold up. I've got to check with Lillian. Jean Claude's orders."

The guard called into the room and a moment later Lillian popped her head out. "I've already got Khemrys in here." She looked over Jason and shook her head, sighing. "Bring him in. Probably easier to watch over them both in the same room."

Requiem blinked, "I can take her home after Jean Claude releases me," he noted softly. Though, it was relieving to have a doctor watching over her, well, having her vulnerable here bothered him.

Not that any other vamp tonight would term her 'vulnerable'. "Food for Jason is following us as well, please don't be alarmed," He'd...aid in dressing Jason after they got food in him. It was bet he at least had pants if being tucked in the same bed as Khemrys yes.

Lillian sighed, "she'll stay where I can keep an eye on her boy. I know her shop is safer but this is best for now."

Once they had Jason on the bed, Nathaniel went immediately to the drawers and pulled out a pair of light shorts. "Try these first. If it covers anything that needs to regenerate we can go smaller, but this is probably the best option."

There were pained sounds as they moved him, but Jason's movements were no more than bare flinches. There was a sound of conversation outside the door and one of the guards appeared, holding a tray. "This was brought over?"

Requiem nodded, patting what skin he could dry as Nathaniel dug through drawers. "Most damage is still higher on the torso thankfully," he admitted. Shorts should be fine.

Lillian nodded at the guard, "it's for Jason, probably more coming." She was setting up a nutrient IV for him too. Double whammy couldn't hurt and she was changing out for Khemrys anyway.

Nathaniel turned to take the tray, uttering quiet thanks as he carried it back towards the bed. "Looks like some pot roast and a cup of the juice." He glanced worriedly down at Jason, who was still making faintly pained sounds. "Will he be ok, Requiem? Should we try to find Richard and see if he can force a shift?"

"Knowing Khemrys it's a bone broth, that works," he decided a touch tiredly. "And no, their bloidlust us up, you don't pull alphas from an execution, not when he'll be alright with rest."

And likely had been given up fir dead anyway.

Nathaniel nodded and gave a slight shiver. "Let me get into something dry and warm, and then I'll help get some of this into him." He'd been one of the lucky ones healed by Khemrys's power, but he'd still donated twice tonight and watched his best friend nearly die: he was exhausted.

Lillian shooed him off. "Go on, get changed. I'd rather feed him and make sure he can tolerate it."

Nathaniel went to the closet where he had some spare clothes stashed for when he stayed over, pulling on some warm flannel pants and a t-shirt, watching closely as Lillian's carefully propped Jason's head up and spooned small amounts of broth into his mouth.

Requiem nodded, "Likewise, I'll be back in a moment." Going into the shower clothed, well...

...he'd be cleaning the sword and gun later. "Cherry, would you like clothing?"

Cherry nodded. "Thanks. I'm going to go back out and see who else needs help, but I think they had most of the injured settled in the main entry when we passed." She eyed Khemrys on the bed. "She ok?" she asked Lillian.

"Yes, most are there and are recovering well," Lillian nodded. "She'll be alright. She'd steady for a...human. She doesn't react like a shifter, but she'll recover. I think she just used up whatever strength she had in everything she did."

Cherry nodded. "Call if you need me. Once everyone is stable in the entry I may go home for some sleep unless you need me."

Nathaniel was hovering close behind Lillian, his nervousness making him crave reassuring touch. "Do you want me to stay with him? We had the shower hot but he's losing heat so fast." The bed was certainly big enough.

"I will dear, but it seems things are petering out here," she chuckled to Cherry. "Go home safe when you go."

Nathaniel got a reassuring hug and some hair teasing, "yes, Khemrys runs cooler than other shifters as well, so you and likely some hot water bottles after he finishes eating."

Nathaniel leaned into her for a moment, eyes closed as he accepted the touch. "I'll stay close, and I can make sure he doesn't start healing around the quilts."

The concern and weariness were still heavy in his voice. "I'll scoot Khem over a little while you finish feeding Jason so we're not all on top of each other."

"Yes, I'll be checking in but between you and Requiem I believe things will be alright here. Take a moment to get get her into a chemise will you?" Even if he just got her overdress off that would be more comfortable!

Then she was back to making sure she got that whole bowl in Jason hmmm?

Nathaniel nodded, delicately removing her overdress and frowning down at her chemise. Enough bodily fluids had soaked through her overdress that the smells and stains were noticeable, so he took a moment to look through Jason's things for something for her to wear. He spotted something that didn't belong in the drawers and gave a soft laugh, pulling one of Khemrys's chemises out. Jason must have stashed it when she moved out.

"Sorry, Khem," he murmured, pulling the ties of her soiled chemise, "I'll be quick." He did his best to dress her without letting his eyes linger any one place for long. He adjusted her tenderly when she was properly covered, pulling the quilts around her snugly.

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