Special Delivery.

[Carnath-Emory]

There's always someone staffing the Rememdium. Even late into the evenings, even deep into the night. D'Rael had made this his home, and it's not unreasonable to expect that his successors have as well.

And if they tarry there tonight - oh, what a disturbance in the courtyard, what a hammering of fists against the door! In its wake, the thunder of heavy hooves - some swift retreat, so that by the time they emerge - Brennan, Janessa, perhaps even sweet Lilani - there is little left to see but the dust of disturbed earth and the shapeless thing deposited upon their doorstep.

Perhaps it slightly moves; perhaps it emits some small, pained groan. But if nothing else they will register this immediately: ruined boots, torn black garments; the acrid smell of woodsmoke. The bruising, Giuseppe's face still recognisable beneath the hurt and the filth. And pinned to his cloak, a small note:

This is the Governor's.
It need not be returned to him.

[Suede]

Lucas Brennan had been asleep in his office again, feet propped up onto his desk, a book covering his face and muffling the snores. When the knocks sounded heavily on the front of the Rememdium he'd post his precarious balance on the edge of his chair and slid to the floor with a start. The yelp and thud that accompanied it had sounded far less dignified than he'd intended.

The doctor had sat there for only a moment before quickly dragging himself to his feet and adjusting his clothing like it had happened. Certain of his pride once more he'd started out of his office and down towards the building's entrance. Most people just walked in and he was confused about the knocking, though based on advice he'd received the doctor would not let anyone in that asked to be invited. It paid to be cautious.

When he pulled the door open he was looking straight ahead... and saw nothing. It was the small noises of pain from the body at his feet that drew his eyes down. They only widened for a moment before narrowing down as he looked over condition of the mostly alive person at his feet. Sounds meant breathing, breathing meant a heart beat. That was a good start. The doctor called out for assistance, likely from Janessa, as he leaned down to begin running his hands over the man's body.

Pulses were checked in the limbs, questions asked to see if the unknown man could respond, and he did his best to check for signs of any broken ribs or damage to the spine that would make moving him risky.

It was during this effort that he found the note. Eyes skimmed over it once and despite it's suggestion Lucas called for the boy Janessa had mentioned before for messages. The note was shoved in his hand with a coin and he was given orders to go find the governor as soon as daylight came and bring word of the injured man and show him the note. Of course mention that the new doctor sent you.

Lucas probably should have written to the governor, but he had more immediate concerns.

[Dulcie]

Janessa had promised that she was going to go home, but as things often went the Doctor retreated to his office and the assistant got up to whatever it was that she managed to get up to when he wasn't paying attention. Whatever it was it meant that the place was kept clean, orderly and well supplied and no one really had much to argue about. She might slip away to her little home for awhile until the Doctor had fallen asleep and then she was right back there and back to work. As it was she wasn't very far away when that loud knocking had roused her from her own place of rest, sitting at the bedside of an elderly gentleman who was sure to be leaving the mortal world any day now. She had held his hand while he worried and feared that he would not wake from his slip and there she had fallen into her own rest in the chair beside his bed. There was more to caring for the people in the Rememdium than just poultices and stitching and Janessa filled those gaps.

Carefully she'd untangle her hand from the sleeping man's, feeling comfort in the fact that it wasn't quite his time to go just yet. She had already started down the hall but the Doctor's call made her pick up her skirts and come running, arriving at the door and immediately looking down towards the heap at his feet. Keen green eyes would look for signs of breathing, of life and finding them she'd look back towards the Doctor.

"It's Guiseppe. He's been here before with the Governor, I believe he's his body guard." It'd do him some good to know who the man was after all. "What can I do to help?" She'd come and kneel beside Brennan, watching as he checked the man over.

[Tolleson]

Genny was not particularly close with Giuseppe. So it may have seemed rather odd for the red-head to come rushing towards the Remedium with unprecedented urgency in the middle of the night and on a horse, no less. Bobbing down the road was a small light that grew larger as she quickly neared. It was barely enough light to see, but the horse she rode was far more deft at traveling quickly and knew the road well. The dim, little flicker of her lantern, swinging heartily side-to-side would make ever smaller orbits as she came near, bouncing with inexperience. Dismounting proved clumsy and troublesome, but was overcome and she hastily tossed the reins over a post nearby.

Even hurrying, it would be several moments still until she was close enough to speak or see the bloodied man, though there seemed little surprise in her expression as she looked upon Giuseppe. Janessa and Doctor Brennan would already be about their work as she approached them, surprisingly well dressed for the late hour but dusty and winded.

"Doctor Brennan? Is he-" there was a concerned pause, filled with staccato breathing before she resumed.

"Is he breathing? Can I- How can I help?"

Genny would have made a guess at the doctor's name, but it was well informed; even though they'd never met. After all, he was living proof that someone had listened to her pleas to the academy; even if he was Myrken born and had probably just intended to return home.

[Suede]

Grunts and groans, bending in the ribs where they shouldn't, but nothing was going to puncture a lung. of course, there was already a hole in the man's shoulder that may have, and another in his side that seemed to have something lodged in it. He couldn't tell well in this light. What it did tell him though was his night was going to be busy. So much for sleeping. Janessa was there and he turned to her with a thoughtful look, gathering his thoughts a moment, and muttered a small curse before he spoke.

"Well, now we're going to have to find out if the governor's in worse shape, aren't we? I figured he was an employee, but if the body guard is wounded, what about the body he's guarding." A shake of the head and he jerk a bloody hand back into the Rememdium. "Go grab a stretcher and a couple wraps, he's got a couple holes I need to cover till we move him, then we'll get him inside..."

Then he went back to Guiseppe, feeling around the man's abdomen for distension and to see how severe the hole in his side was. When Genny arrived he only glanced up a moment, face blank with lack of recognition, and looked back down at his patient. "I'm sorry ma'am, this isn't the best moment. If you have an emergency we'll come as soon as we can. Please stay back."

[Dulcie]

Janessa was all ears when it came to the doctor's instructions, watching him with complete attention and focus until he gave directions for the stretcher and the wraps. She could do that, she knew the Rememdium like the back of her had afterall, perhaps even a little bit better. She'd stand up from where she was kneeling, noting the confusion as Brennan tries to send away Genny.

"She works for the governor." She'd add as an aside to the doctor and then she'd be hurrying off into the Rememdium to fetch the necessary items. She'd be gone just long enough to fetch the necessary stretcher and wraps.

[Tolleson]

"Yes, and... I can vouch for the safety of the governor." An assuring notion, but there was also the fact that it had been a matter of days if not longer since Guiseppe had last seen Glenn. There were other reasons too, but there was no need for everyone to know the comings and goings of the things that went bump in the night. Myrken was a frightening enough place. All the same she stepped back a pace or two, giving room to the professionals.

"My apologies.. Doctor," an apology for her abrupt appearance, perhaps on behalf of the bloodied man who had no control of being there, but most certainly for assuming anything from the doctor or surprising him. There was a curt but appreciative nod of thanks to Janessa when she returned.

[Suede]

Heaven forbid he make any assumptions about this woman or the Governor... but little thoughts about why she'd know of the man's condition so late at night bounced merrily in the back of his head where they were resolutely ignored. He shouldn't be musing over speculations and gossip forming between his ears when he's suppose to be working.

Janessa returned and set him straight as he moved around the bodyguard, shifting his position so he was near the man's head. "I see, well my apologies then. Nothing here is going to kill him, but whatever got to him left a few nasty puncture wounds among the rest. The biggest risk is infection, but if we clean him and dress him up well he should manage."

Pity Giuseppe wasn't awake, that would certainly make it easier to tell if there were any hidden injuries, spinal in particular. Lucas opted to play it safe by setting his arms to either side of the man's head and bracing against his shoulders. "Janessa, do me a favor and set the stretcher down beside him. Then you and the Governor's lady can roll him to the side. Let's get him on the stretcher and in the Rememdium before he stains the steps with blood." Or offal. That would be disappointing.

[Dulcie]

If Janessa was at all curious about Genny's relationship with the Governor it didn't show. She'd set about following exactly what the Doctor asked her to do, laying the stretcher carefully at Guiseppe's side. She remembered the man from some of his previous visits though she didn't comment on her thoughts about the man in black. She'd motion for Genny to come over to the side that Brennan indicated, guiding her with a few words and gestures here and there, fairly certain that Genny would pick it up quickly considering that the girl had helped her a time or two when she had found herself in a pinch for help around the Rememdium.

When Genny was ready and in place they would carefully roll Guiseppe, Janessa's light green eyes sweeping over his form, looking for injuries that they might have missed before.

[Tolleson]

Was there such gossip? It was true, Genny knew where Glenn was more often than not (though there were, in fact, times she did not) and if she wasn't with him, working late into the wax and oil lamp hours, she was surely running an errand or researching a tiny piece to his great, Myrken puzzle. Well, that or pies. But there was no flick or flinch, no indication at all that she had gleaned the frankly ridiculous notion from either the doctor or his assistant.

No, as she made haste to heed the doctor and aid Janessa it would be quite clear that Giuseppe's care came first. Whatever Glenn's stance was on the matter, Giuseppe was... well, Giuseppe. Neither friend nor foe, he had been the first person Genny had seen upon her return from the coast nearly a year prior. They were colleagues if not friends, perhaps it was too soft a spot in the heart for a bodyguard. If nothing else his daily presence would be missed; she certainly felt a bit safer with him around.

Carrion might be left regardless, but it was hard to say how fatal the seeping wounds were - that he didn't wake was not promising. No words needed be exchanged between the two women to know how best to help and so she would. And likely stay as well, as long as she could and help too, if the doctor would allow either.