entrancelogs | True, I'm nervous.

Who: Philip, Jo Harvelle, Tauriel & [OPEN]
Where: Second floor hallway & the clinic
When: February 12th - February 21st
Rating: PG-13 to R for violence, blood and frequent mentions thereof
Summary: You'd thinking surviving the Valentine's Day killers attack would mean you're in the clear, but then again, this is Philip we're talking about here.
The Story:

He made it out, thanks to a certain Doctor's lucky intervention. He should've called it a day then, and headed for the clinic with him. But luck just didn't seem a good enough reason to brush off the fact that he couldn't get Evie to answer her device, no matter how often he tried. So he moved up to her room on the second floor, so he really should've changed out of his tunneling outfit first. Well, at least being mistaken for the murderer along the way guarantees he'll make his way to the clinic after all, and stay there for a solid week...

[[ OOC: Long story short, on February 12th Philip gets attacked by Tom and escapes. Jo mistakes him for the killer and shoots him. Tauriel finds him and patches him up, and he spends the next week at the clinic. That part is open to everyone, in case anybody wants to visit, comfort, bother, torment, entertain or question him. ]]

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In his right mind he might make a better connection (case in point of pointy ears, and all that), but there's currently not much room for anything that goes beyond assuming he's being asked about the way.

"First floor," he groans out before deciding that, on that subject, maybe the whole standing on his own feet thing is vastly overrated.

When he slumps back down into a crouch his wound leaves a smudged trail of dark red down the wall, and makes a compelling case for Tauriel's suggestion, even if Philip can't look back to witness it.

"Check the closets."

That's an answer, right? Pretending there was even a question. For gauze, for paper, for duct tape, for what does he know, he's got a throbbing headache and the sudden terror that not knowing about the clinic might equal not knowing about the magical wardrobes might equal-- Jesus, what a crap day.

Philip closes his eyes and sighs.

ooc: So since this is so old I totally get if you want to drop, we can handwave what happens, I just wanted to tag it to kinda show that it wasn't a deliberate drop because wow. A thousand apologies ;_;

Check the closets?

Which closets, and what should she be checking them for? Do people keep things in their closets that might be useful for helping him here?

Well, if she doesn't find something to at least slow the bleeding down with he most likely will not make it to that clinic place alive, and she can't really do much with only the supplies she has on her, and so Tauriel gets to her feet and rips the door to the nearest room open to run up to the closet and open that as well.

Strangely enough it seems to contain... exactly what she needs. Not only that, but it contains familiar things that she needs. Herbs that seem to be from Arda and that she knows will stave off infection and slow the bloodflow. There are also bandages and even needles and thread.

She gathers everything up and heads back up to Philip, hoping to find him still at least somewhat conscious.

True, I'm nervous.

and also the slowest >_>

oh my god I only now discovered that I never replied to this what a fuckup