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!event: snow weekend

Gym, afternoon

The reports coming in from her clone troopers were worrying to say the least. Tex scanned around the gym seeing no one in charge and cursed. Who the hell was in charge at this school? Even Church was better at organising things. Changing the channel to communication systems, she finally found the right wavelength and the P.A. crackled to life.

"... stupid useless... Alright, that's better. Okay, listen up you anklebiters. Town's under attack by some sort of... I can't believe I'm fucking saying this... snow monsters. They got tentacles and you can shoot them but they'll kinda just reform a while later. Yeah, this should be fun. I suggest you all get some weapons and defend yourself. And if I see anyone of you adolescent fucktards heading into town to get in my troopers way I'll rip out your skull."

She turned off the communications and looked around her.

"Right, now what kind of firepower do you guys have here? You better not all be like that Canadian dictionary loving pacifist."

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"Parker would know," said Janet, nodding at Dr. Pevensie. "She's known him for years." He did seem to know what he was talking about. "And Parker, even if you're not telling us, I'm still going to say you're nauseous."

"Fine, yes. The room is... funny." Parker growled. "Just make it stop, please?"

"Time is going to be a lot of that, Parker," said Janet. "Will you be okay if I leave you on your own for a bit?"

"Yes," she muttered. "I won't vomit. I'll stay here." She sent another narrow-eyed unfocused look at Jarod, and put her hand to her head. "Ugh. Can't we clean this up?" she asked, coming away with blood on her hand.

Janet gave her a folded towel. "After it clots nicely," she said. "Press this to your head for a while to help that out."

Parker held the towel to her head, scowling at the space in front of her.

"Can you put weight on your foot? Stand and walk?" Jarod took her foot in his hands. The ankle was swollen, and hot, even through the leather. "I think the boots are a lost cause, Parker."

Parker tried, and had to collapse back onto her cot again. "No." She looked paler than before. "That was a very bad idea."

He found a pair of scissors over by the gauze and returned. "You might not want to watch this." He slid the scissors along the leather, preparing to cut down the side of the boot. Possibly in several spots.

Parker whimpered something that sounded like, "Prada," before turning her head away. "Stupid snow monster."

Jarod smiled a little, then cut down the side and front of the boot. He eased it off gently, but stopped smiling and inhaled when he saw her foot. "Jesus, Parker."

Her ankle was purple from below the ankle bone to halfway across her instep and had swollen to the size of the inside of the boot. He laid his palm against it and tried to rotate it slightly. "You know, if you wore normal footwear, this wouldn't keep happening."

"If I wore so-called--ow!" She took a breath, then closed her eyes. "Normal footwear, I, ow ow ow, right there-- would have broken every bone in my foot." Parker swallowed, hard. "Make it stop hurting."

"It's going to hurt for a little while, Parker, but the good news is that I think it's just a sprain," he said, running his thumb lightly over the small bones. "Hold still, and I'll go get an ACE bandage."

He went over to the medical supplies and got an ACE bandage and bag of ice. "I can't give you painkillers, but at least I can wrap it for you."

Parker's foot twitched as he checked it over, and she blinked at the purplish bruise, tired and nauseous still. "Fine. Do that." She couldn't quite say thank you. But her hostility level wasn't what it was the day before. She didn't have the energy for it. "Why can't you give me painkillers?"

He began to wrap her ankle gently, but firmly. "Hold still. And I can't do that, because, as you know," he lowered his voice, "I'm not really a doctor. Someone else will have to do that for you."

Parker glared at him, but her eyes were trying to cross. Too much effort. And then suddenly, some weird effect of her concussion made everything feel like too much: his voice, his hands on her ankle, him leaning so close. She closed her eyes again. "Whatever," she mumbled. "You would if you wanted to. If you tried."

"Don't you dare fall asleep on me, Parker," Jarod said, as he finished with the last of the bandaging. "You probably have a concussion. Which is another reason you can't have meds. I can get you some ibuprofen, though."

He did so, and returned with four pills and a glass of water. "Here."

Taking the pills and then downing the glass of water, she said conversationally, "I'm still not talking to you, you know."

"I know. I'm not thrilled with you either." He took her hand and lowered the towel to investigate the wound, then held up three fingers. "How many do you see?"

"Three," she responded, keeping her voice flat. "And I'm more justified in being pissed off than you are."

"Uh huh." He picked up a clean towel and a bowl of warm water and began cleaning off the injury. "So, how did you do this to yourself?"

"I didn't, there was a snowbeast, and I had a flare--" She winced as he cleaned the cut. "Oowwww. And I got free of it, but not before it swept me off my feet, the big hunk of snow." Parker tightened her lips against the pain, and sighed. "And whapped me on the ground and gave me a concussion. I got away. Ha."

Privately, Jarod wondered if he'd have to contact the new mayor about having the pavement in that spot repaired. Parker's head was notoriously hard. "Congratulations." He pulled out antiseptic, then a square of gauze and first aid tape. "At least we won't have to shave your head."

She growled. "Are you done? Can you go away now?"

Jarod threw the roll of tape on the table. Figured. As soon as she didn't need him anymore, she wanted him out of her sight. "Yeah. I am done. See you around, Parker."

He stalked off.

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