Artwork brought to hospital

Ivaris steps into the hospital with a few painting and drawings.

"I thought maybe we might be able to hang a few.  They are lotus flowers, I found these among some artists."

Drawing 1:

Painting 1:

Painting 2:

Laura walked into the commons room and walked the paintings. She broke into a smile as she looked them over.

"They're beautiful." She said, leaning them against the wall as they decided what to do with them. "We can put them in the private exam room maybe? Maybe Miss Victoria or Brother Jonah knows of any flowers that we could put in the room to go with them."

Ivaris nods in agreement.

"I think it would help the patients feel better.  A comforting image to help make them feel more at ease."

Jonah happens in soon after.

"Oh, Lotuses; my favorite. I'm afraid we won't see them in the water again until midsummer. These are wonderful, Ivaris. Where did you get them?"

Malkaris walks into the hospital, covered in blood and dirt, obviously having just seen a fight or three. He grimaces, then scratches his head awkwardly as he grins like a kid having been caught red handed.

"....Laura.... I uh... could use your help again... hehehe." He laughs abashedly, which is accompanied by a small spurt of blood shooting downward from under the arm he's scratching his head with.

"You've seen this flower before Brother Jonah? I had never seen one like this...Sir Ivaris says its a water flower." Laura was talking when Malkaris entered. She turned as her name was called. Her expression went from a happy and warm smile to shock and surprise as he spurted blood all over the common's room. She raised her arms instinctively to protect the paintings.

"Oh my goodness!" She strode towards him, arms out, trying to guide him down the hall and to an exam room. "What on earth happened-Brother, Ivaris. Please help me."

"What have you gotten yourself into?" He says as he moves to assist her.  He helps Laura move Malkarus to an exam room so they can begin patching him back up.

"There was a noble in Waterdeep that grew them in the fountain outside her estate.  Hmm...  I think the gardens in Myth Drannor had some as wel--"

Jonah turns to greet Malkaris, and seems surprised to see him in such a state.  He steps in to help, gripping the Warrior's injured arm in his surprisingly strong hands as Laura walks him to the exam room.  With his thumb jabbed into Malkaris' underarm, the blood loss slows considerably, and the arm begins to go numb under his grip.

"I can do nothing to treat this; only stop the bleeding temporarily." He says with his usual calm urgency.

Malkaris laugh-cringes as he is led to gods knows where and has poultices placed on him.

"I decided to go after the bandits again. I only promised to not adventure for that one night, Laura, not forever!" He chuckles a bit, the blood spurting stopping as they apply their healing ointments.

"Nice paintings!" He says, a giant smile crossing his features, at odds with his wounds.

((There was a small character mistake. Malk is a paladin, not a mage.))

Laura was prying armor off the paladin as Jonah stopped the bleeding. She wasn't the most graceful with armor, it was heavy and she was not the strongest of people. Instead she was more or less tugging at latches getting nowhere fast. She had managed a bracer, that was easy enough as Jonah wrapped Malkaris' other arm and stemmed the bleeding from that side, but she couldn't get the piece right bellow his shoulder. To Laura, armor might as well be strapped on with magic.

"Sir Ivaris...how do these-" She gave another tug at a random piece of leather. Healers usually just cut things off rather than preserve the armor and lose the life. Malkaris wasn't in the position that she needed to destroy his belongings...yet.

((Ack! Thank you for pointing that out! Posts adjusted.))

Jonah chuckles at the Knight's attitude, and secretly hopes its not from blood loss. He tries to help Laura with the straps and buckles, but with only one free hand, he isn't much use.

Malkaris shakes his head slightly to clear his vision with an apologetic smile and he sets to helping them remove the mithril armor.

"You must be the esteemed Brother Jonah! Odd that if meet you while you were undressing me! Ha!" He says, clearly the blood loss, while slowed or even stopped, has left him rather... Out of sorts perhaps? He pats Jonah on the shoulder.

"Such good people." He adds at the end, somberly.

After a moment he glances at Ivaris, "Did you paint those yourself, Ivaris? If you did, you have quite the talent."

"No, I'm not a painter.  I was browsing the market and some artist had these among his paintings.  I'd hoped to hang these in the hospital to take the patients minds off where they are.  Seems like it is already working."  Ivaris says as he begins trying to help Laura unstrap the armor.

He points out the fastenings to Laura, "See it has several buckles like this, it's actually not that easy to handle.  Many knights have squires just to help them get it on and off."

Jonah smiles at the Knight's antics, his scarred face twisting in the lamplight.
" I am Jonah, yes. As for being so esteemed, well..." he shrugs a bit, and tries to keep his grip on the sound without getting in Laura or Ozarks' way.

"Tell me, Sir Knight: did you go looking for the bandits, or did the bandits come looking for you?"

She thanked Ivaris softly, setting aside the pieces of armor as she managed to pry them off the injured paladin. She let Jonah do his work, and she made mental notes of where she may have to pick up where he left off.

"I do not see many squires with knights around here. Do all knights have squires? I know Miss Bryanna talked about it once..."

She trailed off and fell quiet once more when Jonah asked Malkaris a question. She too was curious if the man was looking for trouble or just stumbling upon it.

Malkaris grins, a bit paler than normal, as his usual sun-kissed skin tone has been going a way slowly for the past few weeks.

"I may have gotten restless and tried to bring Tyr's wrath upon them for being so... soo....whooo, OK, perhaps I shouldn't have had that drink before going out. Though it seems that blood loss is a quick...um... quick.." He snaps his fingers, or tries to, as they're slick with blood, "...quick way to sober up!."

He steadies himself, and with a free hand, he unfastens some of his armor in a practiced sort of muscle-memory type motion. He apparently did not have squires!

Once they get all of the armor off, there are puncture holes where a few blades managed to sneak in via joints, under his arm pit, there are lacerations, back of his thigh, some puncture wounds, and so on. The scar on his chest has healed nicely at least, sort of, as it kept a bit of a blackened color but still feels like freshly healed flesh.