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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 20, 2012 11:14:53 GMT -5
With a gasp, Francis fell to his knees beside the sprawled captain, the sight of blood alarming him. He scrambled to gather Arthur onto his lap and called out for help.
With the storm in full swing, the crew members could only spare one man on the deck to help Francis carry the unconscious Arthur into his cabin. One small relief about all this was that they were out of the rain.
"Thank you," Francis told the crew member as they lay Arthur on his bed.
The blood began to spread on the white pillow rapidly, which spurred Francis to jump to his feet and dart around the cabin for alcohol and bandages.
"I can handle it from here," said Francis hurriedly over his shoulder.
He didn't even notice the man leave. Francis had to tend to the wound quickly.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jan 20, 2012 20:11:08 GMT -5
Arthur doesn't wake for a while after. The medical aid is rather easy to find; the younger man tending to keep away large stashes of bandages and aid in case he stumbles in injured after leaving the ship for a task. The life that Arthur leads isn't one of security or safety -- rather the opposite. Even his own ship can turn against him.
But by the time Arthur wakes, having just been knocked unconscious and thus into a bit of a sleep that he really needed after spending most of the night before horribly drunk -- the storm has soothed, just a bit, just so you could hear the rain hitting the cabin and the deck outside, and the wind whistling and trying to edge it's way through the cracks. To Arthur, this is immensely soothing and generally aids in his knocked out spell.
After a point, his eyes wearily blink open. It takes him a few moments to realise he's been sucking on his thumb, and he quickly pulls it away, embarrassed.
... Francis?...
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 21, 2012 18:47:15 GMT -5
After dressing Arthur's head wound and finding that the captain was not likely to stir, Francis ran back out onto the deck to assist the rest of the crew. The storm howled and whipped the ship about, but it was left intact with no loss or lasting damage.
As the ship escaped the worst of the storm, Francis was exhausted. It had been a long time since he had had to exert so much physical effort. He made sure that the ship and crew was fine and no longer needed his help before stumbling into Arthur's cabin to check on the captain.
Francis found the captain still abed, but his eyes were open.
"Ah, you're awake," said Francis, relieved. "A bit of wood knocked you out, but you're all right. The ship's safe too, we're just about to fly out of the storm."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jan 21, 2012 22:58:50 GMT -5
It takes a few moments for Francis' words to sink in, but when they do, he frowns. He has a headache, but it's obvious it's incredibly frustrating to him to discover he hasn't been able to lead his crew during a stormy spell.
And when he looks up at Francis it's clear how exhausted he is and how much he's been running around deck.
With a slurred mumble, Arthur attempts to pull himself up and out of bed.
"Y-You're tired go b-bed-- need to check on crew---"
His head reels.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 22, 2012 16:47:54 GMT -5
It was clear to Francis that Arthur was still groggy and disoriented. He dashed toward the bed and caught Arthur's arm, shaking his head.
"No, no," he said warningly. "No. You're not in any condition to run about the ship. Everything is fine, your crew is more than well-trained and prepared. No, what you need is to take at least a few minutes to adjust."
Still holding on to Arthur's arm, Francis seated himself on the bed, putting some distance between himself and the captain.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jan 23, 2012 11:03:36 GMT -5
Arthur seemed intent on breaking this and gently clung his hand on the other's arm as well. He grunts as he gazes bluntly forward, before sighing.
"This is stupid." He mutters, wincing a little. He reaches tentatively to touch at his wound, and stupidly winces when he does so. Damnit, this was bad.
"One of us always gets injured."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 23, 2012 21:11:25 GMT -5
Francis scooted a little closer to Arthur, reaching out to pull his arm away from his wound. Clucking softly, Francis offered the captain a grin while keeping Arthur's hand in his own.
"Don't think of it that way," murmured Francis, patting Arthur's hand. "Think of it as luck. When one gets hurt, the other heals the injured one."
Francis beamed, his eyes bright. He rather liked the idea.
"We're each other's lucky charm."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jan 24, 2012 14:28:37 GMT -5
Arthur didn't reply to that, just sighed and looked down a little. He hid his blush. Why was he blushing? This was all vaguely annoying. Francis had gone from incredulous to plain ... he didn't know. He couldn't place this ridiculous emotion that seemed to have appeared the moment that he had seen Francis close up to that assistant...
Or in denial.
Instinctively, Arthur grasps gently back at his hand, and leans slightly against Francis. He suddenly grimaces.
".... You're bloody soaked."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 27, 2012 15:17:08 GMT -5
Eyebrow raised, Francis glanced down at his clothes his silken shirt and tailored trousers now stained with grime, blood, sweat, and rainwater. He sighed in resignation. They had cost him quite a bit too.
"Well, what did you expect?" Francis asked instead. "I have been running around on your deck, helping the crew manage during the storm."
He picked at his shirt, looking across the room to where he now knew Arthur's closet was.
"I hate to ask..." He turned back to face Arthur. "But I don't suppose you have any spare clothes I can borrow? I look so horribly unattractive and unprofessional right now, I can barely look at myself."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jan 27, 2012 16:49:19 GMT -5
Arthur mutters to himself.
"Vain git," he retorts, letting go of Francis and shuffling away. "I. um. I-I guess, but I don't know if anything will fit you or suit---"
He cuts himself off, blushing a little more, before forcing Francis off the bed. He was beginning to soak it.
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