New World, Old Wounds

Isla this won't hurt a bit The infirmary had been set up properly for a few days now, and whilst Isla spent as much time cleaning it up and organising and trying - trying hard - to get some equipment, medicine and supplies together, she was at least starting to feel slightly more at home. Things were chaotic - between Spire demons and bear-men dropping their pants on her doorstep, she had her hands full. But Isla wasn't the forgetful sort, and there was one patient in particular that she still needed to keep an eye on. She had no idea where Dodge was living, but she had sought him out in all the communal spaces they'd made until she finally found him. Phew. The hardest part done, she'd invited him along to the infirmary as soon as he might possibly be able so she could check him over. The injury he'd sustained was nasty, and she'd spent most of a night elbow deep in it trying to save him. Isla wasn't about to let that all go to waste now.