Re: Gas Lamp Club
((OOC: Okay, I've waited a few days, and since Felix hasn't posted since Oct. 4th, I'm just gonna move on. StarMaster has informed me of the extent of Dash's injuries, so...))
The good-looking chap who presented himself as a Doctor assisted Dash to re-seat himself sitting backwards on the chair, so that the Doctor might have better access to Dash's injured back.
The entire back of Dash's tan sackcloth jacket was completely burned away, leaving only the collar keeping it all attached to itself. The back of his white cotton shirt was heavilly soot-marked, and had several spots where the material was burned away, but the shirt was still, mostly, intact -- until the Doctor produced a penknife and cut it all away from Dash's injuries.
"Ahhh..." Dash cried out as the Doctor cut away his shirt back, "I don't know which hurts more," he continued through pain-gritted teeth, "my injuries, or the loss of a fine Egyptian cotton tunic! My tailor shall weep, Doctor, when I tell him."
"Better the shirt than your epidermis, my good man." Felix responded, as he poked, prodded, and diagnosed the severity of Dash's injuries, "Just some moderate blistering, for the most part, with a few serious small but serious spots."
Felix looked up without actually seeing the people around him, "I shall need a pot of hot, clean water, a bottle of tincture of Iodine, and some clean bandages -- quickly, if you please." he called out, then turned back to Dash's back, produced a pair of silver tweezers from a jacket pocket, and began carefully removing bits of burnt thread from the more serious burn blisters.
"Ssss..." Dash hissed, as the Doctor began his ministrations, then he looked up at Anastasia with a grimace.
"Sorry, Miss, I heard you speaking, but I'm afraid I didn't quite hear what you were saying." Dash hooked a thumb back over his shoulder, indicating his injuries, "Though I would like to say it was quite bully of you to confront those two bruisers, as you did. I daresay, if it wasn't for you bringing the entire rooms attention upon them when you did, things might have turned out much more grisly, once they'd shot His Lordship, there, and then had to blast their way out, after the deed."
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