Patching up is hard to do. (open)

[Raron]

The sleek canine before him blinked at the wounds in front of him dubiously as he sealed the bleeding with the device in his hand. It was a simple device the created a synthetic skin with a coating of antibiotic that would bind to the wound, not only stopping bleeding but also admenister antibiotics directly into it. As the wound healed the false skin would decay until nothing was left. Usually not even a scare... but what brought the canines attention to the patient was all the scars already on him.. and his story.
"Tell me it again Mr. Ridge-"
"I told you already kid, call me Tarsus."
The canine looked the figure before him up and down.
Tarsus was sitting on the chair without his shirt, coat, or scarf. All three were lying on the floor next to him. His weapons had been stashed inside some compartments of his bike. He did not think that many weapons inside a hospital would end well. Despite this an Ankyosaurian seven feet tall with a mechanical tail attracts a good bit of attention. The security guard was still keeping an eye on him.
"Alright... Tarsus... Tell me again how you got your wounds... accidentally."
Tarsus sighed theatrically.
"I fell down some stairs-"
"Unto three knives that someone had dropped there."
"Yes-"
"Then slid and crashed your back into a barrel of some 'kind of oil or something'"
"Yes and then-"
"something sparked and your back caught on fire but did no lasting damage."
"Having a back like mine helps."
The canine looked at the armored plates that made up Tarsus's back.
"I can only imagine... and then you put yourself out and came here."
"Don't know why you are having me tell the story. You do such a nice job."
The canine's ear flattened against his skull as he glared at his patient.
"and you smell of gunpowder because..."
"Of my cologne that I am making, Scent of Battle."
"Do you really expect me to beleive a word of that?"
"Believe... nope, not at all... but that is the only story you are getting... and nothing more, you have to treat me, have to do your best, and you are not getting anymore then that, expecally anything that your friend the 'security guard' can use against me."
The "security guard" blinked a few times then glared at Tarsus.
"Kid, I have been doing what I do for longer then you have been alive. I know all the tricks, all the angles. Don't hope for help from on high, just get to your business and then let me get out of here and get to mine. I have no intention of being here overnight. I HAVE eaten here before."
The canine should have been annoyed, should have been angry to be led around by the nose like this... but he was a likeable guy. And Tarsus's smile was infectious. It seemed to say that there was something funny going on and if you hung out long enough you would get the joke.... the canine could'nt help it. He smirked.
"So have I, I would rather climb out the window and take my chances in the snow."
"Exactly."
The canine finished wrapping Tarsus's side and walked off to get another form for Tarsus to sign. The "security guard" followed.

[squeaker11]

He didn't enjoy the nurse there, watching him with a look of pity on her face. He could figure out exactly what she was thinking. The poor kid. How'd he get all those bruises? And that arm is most definitely broken. And to be mute too... He sighed and scratched an ear with his good hand. "How'd you end up like this?" The feline asked him. Raziel shrugged, sending a jolt of pain from his left arm. If he could of swore, he would have. The nurse sighed and shook her head, "Well, you're going to have to give me some kind of explanation to give to the doctor, Mr. Selphen."

If she wants an explanation, then fine. Raziel thought as he gestured at a pad of paper nearby. The nurse handed it to him along with a pen. Thanking the fact that he was right handed, he wrote one word and hoped that she would understand. 'Mercazis.' They had ambushed him in the Grotto, causing a huge fight to break out. He was lucky, they only broke his arm. Which was more than he could say for the bear that had decided to take his side.

The nurse seemed to get it. "You poor thing." She said, patting him on the head and causing him to sigh in exasperation. "And don't you worry, Mr. Selphen. The doctor will be right with you in a second." She explained before hurrying out the door.

[Raron]

Sitting upon a bed in the ER Tarsus gazed round at his fellow patients, some coughed, some weezed, and one red panda stoically sat there. His arm was obviously broken, the bruises obvious even with his fur. He had been through the ringer. He seemed exasperated but not from being beat up so much.
~Ugh. Not even old enough to drink yet and going through that.~
Those were his first thoughts.
~What are you talking about, when you were his age you had been through much worse~
His second thoughts remembered his youth alot better.
He shrugged to himself as He did not have an answer for himself so he got off the bed and wandered over to him.
"Hey."
He nodded at him.
"Looks like you ran into some heavy traffic."
Tarsus reached into a pocket and pulled out a wrapped cigarette, seeing a look on an orderly's face he stuck out his tongue, placed it dramatically upon it, and retracted the tongue into his mouth and began to chew with a smirk on his face. The orderly did not seem to like it but he was not breaking any rules at the moment.
Tarsus chuckled darkly at this and then turned his attention back to the kid.
"I am waiting on paperwork, for every stich it seems they need five pages of sighed paper to justify their time... though it was worse when I was your age, everytime I came in to this place the nurses looked at me with wide eyes 'ooo dear what happened?' and treated me like was seven or something... one time one of them even gave me a lollypop, nothing is worse then that, it's much easier now that I am old as dirt, they just patch you up after and try to get you out the door as soon as possible to make sure you do not keel over on their watch."
He chewed a bit more then nodded.
"So... did you win at least?"
He thrust his chin at the notepad with a friendly smile on his face, demonstraigting that he knew to well the kid was "not in a talking mood" as Tarsus would put his situation.

[squeaker11]

Raziel was startled slightly when the dinosaur walked over to him. The poor guy was a little jumpy from his fight. He desperately hoped that Tarsus was just wandering around and happened to stop by the red panda. Of course, that hope was dashed when the Ankyosaurian began to talk to him. I wonder if I should tell him I'm mute. He mused. He looked at his notepad and quickly wrote "mute" on it, then pointed at the paper to show Tarsus.

When the older man mentioned fighting, Raziel quickly flipped back to the piece of paper where he had written "Mercazis," hoping that Tarsus knew what he meant. This is really tiresome, writing all the time. Easier than sign language, though. He thought as he watched the man stick a cigarette in his mouth with mild fascination. He smirked at Tarsus' next comment, then nodded in agreement. The hospital was an incredibly boring place, and with all the paperwork to sign...Well, atleast he was used to writing a lot. He shrugged at the man's statement, again about his fight. He wrote the word "Stalemate" under the first word.

[Raron]

" Mercazis huh... ugh.. nasty bunch."
He grabbed a stool and then pushed down on it a few times with his hand. Satified it was not gonna crunch he sat his butt in it and grunted as he held his side.
"uh... damn serrated blades... shoulda used the back door, shoulda used the... err..."
He rubbed the plate atop his head whilst grinning bashfully.
"Sorry, babbling... don't worry, I won't bore you with the details."
He put his hands on his knees as he sat.
"If you want some advice, get out of here before they try to feed you, the food here is worth a free stomach pump on a good day."
He smirked at his own humor and then frowned.
"Those Mercs, I tangled with their old 'glorious leader' a few times, mean mother with a fondness for saws... sick as they come... I heard he died under family care. Well what goes around and all that jazz."
He nodded in the direction of the panda's broken arm.
"At least it looks like a clean break, seen alot of the other kind and that one looks like it will be a cince to set..."
He looked around.
"Hell if you want I could set it for you, I have had to do it to myself enough times."

[squeaker11]

Raziel nodded in agreement on the comment about the Mercazis. He wondered how it was possible that his cousin could possibly deal with them. Then again, he realized, Tendra was just as nuts as both sides of the family. He played with the tiny star pendant around his neck. She's gonna be so mad at me. He thought with a grimace. Just what he needed. A Mercazi who was mad at him.

Raziel smiled at Tarsus' next statement. He was right. He was better off eating dirt than the food. Of course, that stay was the result of teenage clumsiness, rather than a Mercazi ambush. The stairs had just happened to pop out in front of him without him seeing. Fractured his leg and required stitches. He still had a nice scar for a souvenir. Of course, that was before this whole mess with Tendra. He thought with a sigh. Then he remembered that Tarsus was still there. He seemed to not have noticed the short lapse in attention, though.

Wait, this guy can set breaks? Was Raziel's thought on the dinosaur's offer to set his arm. This began a bit of a mental argument with himself. Shouldn't I let a doctor do that? Why bother waiting for the doctor to do it? The sooner it's over with, the better. Yeah, but I don't even know this guy's name! Why should I trust him? But if you don't, you'll probably have to stay the night here. Think of the food! Good point. The red panda looked at Tarsus and nodded. He seemed to know what he was doing. Then he looked down at his notepad. 'The name's Raziel.' He wrote down. He figured the whole process would be easier if they were on a first-name basis.

[Raron]

~Not formal, seems down to earth, nice guy... good on him, that is damn hard in this city.~
This was what Tarsus thought, but what he said was
"Names Tarsus Ridge, you will call me Tarsus. I am a Repairman for hire."
He grunted with satisfication and he gazed slowly over the partitions that seperated the rooms, no one paying attention to them still.
"I have been doing what I do for quite a few years and I am the best in the business... I can tell because..."
He paused to think how to phrase it... telling the kid it was because he was still alive at sixty-two seemed off.
"Because I am still in business."
He winked and then gazed speculativly at the Raziel. He had to admit, the kid had been fairly honest with him... so returning the favor would not kill him...
He waved at his bandaged torso.
"Some people from another business altogether and me seemed to have a difference in agreement on how things were being done by them, and there was an issue about if something that was on their person had not been... accidently brought to them by mistake. I filed a protest. It seems my arguement had more weight then theirs."
He grinned and seeing the attendent again he stuck out his tongue where the cigarette was still laying, then retracted it and swallowed before sticking out his now empty tongue and retracting it once more. The attendent looked nauseaed.
"Hmm seems something did not agree with him for some reason. He must have eaten the food here."

[squeaker11]

Raziel smirked and looked over at the attendant, who seemed a little iffy at Tarsus talking to him. Probably thinks he's gonna poison my "innocent young mind." Ha! He laughed silently when Tarsus stuck his tongue out at the attendant. It didn't gross out the red panda one bit. He'd seen worse. He was a Selphen after all. After listening to Tarsus' explanation, Raziel took a few moments to write in his notepad again. "My cousin's a Mercazi. Causes tons of problems. She hates it when I get into fights with her family." He wrote down, then stretched his fingers to relieve a cramp. Darn writing. I'm gonna have carpal tunnel before I'm thirty at this rate.

(Ew, really short post.)

[Raron]

Tarsus looked at the kid's hands and grunted.
"You know, getting some kind of keyboard or something might be a good idea. I know a guy who is a pretty good hand at programing. Could probably slap together a voice synthsizer no problem. He owes me a couple of favors anywho."
Tarsus looked at the kid, too many would be thinking about how unfortunate the kid was, how much he had to deal with, how unfair it was. Tarsus figured the kid was blessed, problems like that made people work harder to get what they want. Most people like problems like that were the most motivated people Tarsus knew. Besides, he figured everyone had their share of problems. At least the kid knew what they were.
Tarsus took a stick of jerky out of his pocket and unwrapped and then looking at the kid he ripped it in half and wordlessly offered one half to him.

[squeaker11]

That would be nice. Raziel wrote next. He realized that he was actually beginning to like Tarsus. He reminded him a lot of his cousin Tendra. She was a good person, for a Mercazi. Especially to him. Of course, it would be next to impossible for them to live a peaceful life. He didn't mind, of course. That was why he joined the Angels. So that someone else could have peace. And he guessed Tendra did the same thing. In her own strange way. Raziel took the jerky and nodded in thanks.

[Raron]

Tarsus smiled as the kid ate. Food, protein especially was importent when injured, he had learned that well over the years. He had come from the school of hard knocks, same as the kid. The main difference between them was not race, size, or the ability to speak. It was millige. This kid need an edge. A little boost. Something to make sure he saw his own old age.
A thought went through his head and it seemed... right somehow.
"Kid, I have a question for you. Have you ever been trained in fighting? I am not talking martial arts, I not talking simple street fighting, I am talking someone teaching you how to take down opponents with the minimum effort on your part and the maximum effect on your opponent? You see, when I was not far from your age I met and old furre in my neighborhood, he taught me to fight. He taught me to win. He taught me that strength, speed, and smarts doesn't matter as much as finesse and cunning. If you are interested and willing to learn once your arm heals..."
He handed him a card.

Tarsus Ridge
You've got a problem? He IS the solution.

Other then that infomation the only thing on the card was a phone number. He looked at it for a while and thumped his head. He took it back, took out a pen and wrote a e-mail address and ten handed it back.
"It's your choice, give it some thought. I have been fighting along time and learned a couple tricks or two. In the mean time have you decided about me setting that arm of yours?"