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nita_callahan wrote in milliways_bar
Wonder of wonders, it's a Nita!

She's emerging from the Infirmary, actually, having stopped by there on arriving. Just in case, y'know.

But hey -- it's Sunday, the homework's done, and there's time for a cup of tea from the Bar.

[ooc: Semi-plotlocked. Ping before tagging, thanks!]

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And a small girl runs downstairs, with the clear intention of heading for the infirmary.

However, hedging her bets, she's also shouting.

"Doctor! There is someone hurt!"

Nita's head comes up, and she hurries over.

"I'm a healer. What's up?"

As the young woman approaches Mary Lennox, two figures seize the moment of distraction to slip past from the shadows at the bottom of the stairs.

Jack Sparrow is supporting Wellard, helping to steady him on his feet -- or is it the other way around? It's hard to be certain, and there's not long to tell, as the two of them stealthily make their way around a knot of people and out the lake door.

Mary stops in her tracks, head whipping around.

"Someone named Norryton is hurt," she tells her, "and I have to get you up there so you can fix him so then I can see what is wrong with Wellard."

This helpful information passed on, she starts to head back up the stairs, turning her head very so often to make sure that Nita is following.


She hurries after Mary.

When they reach room 97, she frowns. Something feels -- off, in a way that makes the Whisperer tense.

But more importantly, there's a man bleeding on the floor, hastily bandaged. She drops to her knees and starts unwrapping it to survey the damage.

To Mary -- "Can you find me something sharp, like a knife? I'll bet there's something in here."

"I have a knife," Mary says, immediately, and pulls it - safely tucked away in a box - out of a pocket of her pinafore.

"I do not know how to use it but I have it."

She passes it over to Nita, carefully.

"Perfect. Thanks."

The wound isn't too deep, but it's bleeding a lot, and there's a lump forming over the man's left temple. Nita takes a deep breath, slices her palm, and presses it gently to the man's wound.

A few minutes later, she sits back on her heels and lets out a long breath. The sympathetic pain in her torso and head is already fading.


Mary is torn between fascination - the girl cut herself and it made someone better - and impatience.

(Wellard could be dying out there for all she knows, after all.)

Rocking back on her heels: "Is he better now?"

"Yeah, he'll be okay." Wry -- "He's gonna be stiff if he has to spend the night on the floor, though."

"There is a bed right there," Mary points out.

. . . what? She's half the man's size! It isn't like she could lift him.

Nita gives her an amused, if rueful, look, and climbs to her feet. "Yep. Look, do you know what happened? Anything Security ought to know about?"

Mary tosses her head.

"All I know is that Wellard was hurt and could not walk. And Captain Jack had to help him walk and he had blood on him. And he told me that Norryton was hurt and here and to get a doctor because he might die. And that he did not want anyone to know about it and that Wellard did not remember what had happened and said that Jack had told him he fell, and that Jack did not want him to see a doctor and did not want me to see him and was going to take him to the ship.

"That is all I know."

". . . Okay."

She got most of that. But she's going to focus on dragging this guy over to the bed, first.

In the end, she's not averse to cheating a little bit and using a variant of that mobility spell Filif showed her months ago. Once Norrington's settled, Nita sits on the edge of the bed and looks at Mary.

"So should I track down these other two and see if -- Wellard? -- needs healing?"

"I know where they are," Mary tells her, head high.

"They are on the boat. That is where they said they would be and I am going to find them."

And without further ado, she marches out of the room, trusting rather blindly that Nita will follow.

". . . There's a boat?"

She starts to follow, but that sense of something off niggles at her again, and she starts investigating the room a little more closely. Nothing jumps out at her, though, except for the broken glass. She cleans that up, absently, and takes a last look at the sleeping man.

Then, sighing, she heads downstairs, intending to check out the lake.

The door leading out to the lake opens, and Merriman steps inside.

His clothing is somewhat better suited to the eighteenth century than the twentieth...but that is a function of his recent visit to the Black Pearl.

Judging by the look on his face, he is not overly pleased about something.

Nita's just heading for the door herself when it opens. She takes a step back, startled, and then blinks at Merriman.

"Dai'stiho, Professor. Everything okay?"

Merriman blinks, momentarily startled as well and more than a little distracted.

'Ah...dai'stiho, Miss Callahan,' he says. 'Truthfully, things could be better at the moment. But my apologies -- am I in your way?'

"I was just heading out to the lake to check on -- a little girl told me there's someone out there who could use a healer."

He had been about to hold the door open for her, but at her words he pauses -- and makes the connection to something that Mary said on the Pearl.

'To the ship on the lake? I have just come from there, actually.' His hand is still on the door, but he does not move aside. 'Did you recently heal another man? One who was rather severely injured?'

"Yeah." She runs a hand across her stomach. "Knife-wound, I think."

'Knife-wound,' he repeats, and suddenly looks rather tired. 'Did you happen to notice anything else about him, as you were healing him? Anything you noticed -- particularly anything magical in nature.'

"Nothing specific. Nothing we could pinpoint. But something had been working there."

She gives him an assessing look and blows out a breath. "Is something up?"

Merriman runs a hand through his hair. 'I suppose I should preface any further statements by mentioning that this situation is turning out to be extremely complicated. Then again, that should hardly come as a surprise.'

It's as near to saying fucking Milliways as he will come at the moment. But he continues, his voice low and serious.

'The young man you were heading out to tend is Henry Wellard. He and James Norrington -- the man you just treated -- were apparently involved in some sort of confrontation that left Mister Norrington wounded and Mister Wellard with what appears to be an out-and-out concussion. Captain Jack Sparrow brought Mister Wellard out to the Black Pearl to look after him there, and sent for aid for Mister Norrington. That is the short version.'

A beat, and then he pinches the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. 'The long version would involve the fact that I have good reason to suspect that Mister Norrington is under the influence of the Dark -- both in Milliways and in the world from which he is currently Bound.'

". . . Great."

The flash of her eyes is too bright to be just her.

"Okay, first -- does Henry Wellard need a healer, or is he going to recover all right on his own?"

'He should be well enough in time,' Merriman replies. 'Stunned and concussed, yes, but rest and quiet is mainly what he needs at the moment. Was Mister Norrington's wound...well, immediately life-threatening?'

"Okay." She relaxes slightly.

"Mr. Norrington had lost a lot of blood. That was the main concern. A little longer and it might have been too much to come back from, but I can't say exactly. There was a head injury there, too."

She shakes her head. "He's sleeping. He ought to be fine tomorrow."

He nods as she explains the situation, but blinks when she mentions the other injury.

'A head injury?' He had not factored that into his possible scenarios. 'Did it look like something that might have resulted from a fall -- say, from when he hit the floor?'

If not, then the greater chance of a third party's involvement changes his existing evaluation of the situation.

"No, I'd say it was about as accidental as the knife wound."

Merriman's mouth twitches in a grim sort of satisfaction.

'That is most interesting,' he says quietly. 'Because if there were only two participants in this incident, then Mister Wellard would somehow have had to inflict both the knife wound and the head injury on a man taller and stronger than himself -- and then promptly give himself a concussion strong enough to induce unconsciousness and severe disorientation.'

"I can think of a couple scenarios where it could happen," she says slowly, "but they're not particularly likely. So basically, we've got a nice little whodunit to go with the 'what's the Dark doing this time' question."

Her mouth quirks sideways, and she adds, half to herself, "I wonder if Sherlock Holmes still comes to the bar."

'Eliminating the impossible, and so forth.' Merriman nods agreement. 'But I am thankful to hear this all the same. It will be something to take into account when I speak to the head of Security later on.'

Wry -- "Yeah, because eliminating the impossible at Milliways is real easy. Let me know if there's anything I can do?"

He nods again. 'I will. With any luck, matters should sort themselves out with a minimum of difficulty. And you have my thanks, for your work in this.'

In Life's name, and for Life's sake. He knows this as well as she does...but it never hurts to show appreciation once in a while.

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