Twist and Shout

The bloody and beaten figure of the cyborg can be seen as he takes a unsteady step towards the MASH tent. Silver's body was covered in wounds blood still leaks out from a wound on his chest. "almost there..." he pants "gotta find him" the ursid takes a step forward before suddeny crumpling to the ground his wounds finally catching up to him after long last. "help!" Silver cries out although to himself his voice sounded nothing more the a whisper.

Dipstick stood close at hand on Partner's right side, letting the others have their say before speaking up. "Yeah....well...don't take it personal, ok?" He said after a moment, "Mooch calls me stupid all the time, and dumb and all kinds of stuff ... it doesn't mean I am. So don't uh....don't get upset if they say you are." He smiled and wagged his tail. Certainly he'd opened his statement up to scrutiny and yes, even bereavement, but the pup wanted to try to reassure Crescent in his own way.

Fidget who had been distracted from the group of dalmatians because of his earlier outburst, just stood and looked at the ground for a few seconds feeling like a stupid ass. It was the arrival of a cyborg that had shaken him from that state. The cyborg looked like he was in pretty bad shape from the battle.

"Hey, a-are y-you okay?" he asked, stuttering as he rushed towards Silver.

"how bad is it?" Silver rasps from his place on the ground his eyes close for a short moment trying to block out the pain. "Fidget..that's yer name r-right?" Silver coughs as he attempts to get to his knees only to sink back down to the blood slick earth. "i need ye ta get someone fer me" Silver could care less about his condition as of right now. His main concern was to warn about Scroop.

"U-uh, y-yes S-sir that's m-me." he nodded back at Silver. "B-boy.." Fidget thought as he looked at the cyborg's wounds, and he thought his injuries we're serious. Nodding once more, the jittery dog then asked. "W-what d-do you w-want me to d-do?" he asked, getting a tad anxious.

Silver sucked in a breath of air before finally getting to a kneeling position eyes now facing upon the stuttering spotted pup. "i need ye to find a man they call Jim 'awkins" Silver pauses to clutch a hand to his chest to try and stop the flow of blood that was suddenly leaking out at a alarming rate. "i also need ye to get me some help I'll be in no condition to help Jimbo like this" he gestures to himself with a wave of his right hand. "would ye?" Silver's cybernetic eye flicks towards the MASH tent thinking he heard someone coming. what if he's not here? a lump forms in the old ursid's throat at the thought.

Fidget flinched at the sight of Silver's pain and the blood running down his arm. "Can d-do S-sir." he said before running off. First, he was going to look for a medic to help Silver, the cyborg needed medical attention, and fast. But who would he go to? He didn't want to bother Ray, espicially since he was busy with Crescent. Then he had to find this Jim Hawkins guy, the puppy didn't really know what he was doing, but he wanted to help.

(ooc: It be nice if a medic or Jim Hawkins would arrive.)

"thanks lad" Silver grunts out and drags himself towards the MASH tent in order to get some help. yer doing good so far John Silver thinks to himself ignoring the large trail of blood that was behind him. does that pup even know who Jimbo is? Silver pause for a moment glancing at where Fidget has ran off to.

Maid Marian turned to see a rather unusual sight. She gasped and ran over to him. "Oh dear. You really need help! Just... just sit down and tell me what's wrong." She swallowed heavily as she looked over his numerous wounds. The blood was just terrible.
Was this what it was like during the crusades? But Richard came back looking absolutely fine. Actually, the large figure reminded her a lot of her uncle. She rushed to the cabinet and grabbed several rolls of bandages to be applied.

"I gotta be able ta stand before i sit" Silver quips playfully dispite the pain he was in. "my shoulder,leg and my chest hurt the most luv" Silver glances down at his mechical leg the flexable part of his ankle that looked like a pumper was cut to ribbions although the air had stopped leaking out of it thankfully. "jus' get me to a bed and i'll be right as rain" Silver coughs spitting blood to the side.

Marian gasped as the man coughed up blood, stepping quickly out of the way. "I-I must insist. You are not well. But I agree that you must lie down." She ran over and grabbed a cot. "I must ask you to remove your shirt and coat. I'm afraid they'll only get in the way, if I were to try fixing you up with them on." She began assembling the cot. "How ever did you get yourself so beat?"

Silver finally made it to the cot and eased himself onto it a trail of blood in his wake "ye think i don't know that Miss..." he pause glancing up at her "what's yer name luv? i don't 'ink we met before?" Silver lets out a shuddered breath before taking off his coat. "the name's John Silver" he introduced himself he would of shook her hand but that hurt to much to move at the moment. "a man by the name of Sa'luk did this do me first" he said and gingerly takes off his blood soaked shirt letting out a yelp of pain in doing so. "ugh bloody hell" Silver growls now seeing the extent of the damage that was done to him. "then Scroop" he spits out the name like it was posion

Maid Marian covered her mouth, shocked at the injuries. "Just give me a moment." Unfamiliar with modern medicine, she ran out to the mess tent and came back with a couple bottles of wine. "We're going to have to prevent infection." She poured the wine into a large basin and began steeping the bandages in it.

She took a wet cloth to wash away the blood from the man's body, gasping with each new injury. "I-I'm Maid Marian," she introduced herself. "I only arrived the other day." She wrung the blood-drenched cloth out a few times as she washed the man off.

Once he was clean, she reached for the bandage. "Now, this will likely sting, but it will prevent infection." She began wrapping the bandages around John Silver's torso and shoulder. "You'll probably be bedridden for three days after this."

Silver licks his lips as he spy's the wine "could use sum of 'at or better yet some whiskey" Silver chuckles holding a hand to his now bare chest to stop the flow of blood. "thank ye then Marian" Silver gives a pained smile up at her threw bloodstained lips "although i do wonder what yer gonna do about me leg" he motions to his mechanical leg with a hand "it's been locking up all the way 'ere" Silver lets out a hiss of pain as the fox cleaned his wounds a trickle of blood runs from a cut on his head from where he was slammed against the tree by saluk. "Bedridden?" Silver grunts out slightly panicked "but i can't be that Scroop's out there in that time he can surly kill the boy!" Silver's right eye flickers to an orangish tint. "ye think it would be better to stitch it closed?" he motions to the now already blood soaked bandages.

"I'm afraid I'm not that well aquainted with... sewing people up?" Marian looked up at the man with concern. "Honestly, you can sew people up like clothes?" As if that wasn't enough, she looked down at the man's leg. It was like nothing she had ever seen. "Um... I'm sorry, but if you want anything more than ale and bandages, you're either going to have to instruct me through it or find someone a... little more experienced." She bit her lip, feeling slightly light-headed at the new concepts in medicine.