Expedition Private Side Adventure The Urk Expedition: Breathing Room

[Arthur Barrett]

Arthur had been fast asleep when the trio of foxes entered. He was off in the corner of the infirmary, seated on the floor, with two open books in his lap -- one, a book of anatomy turned to the respritory system, and the other, a book of poetry. The sound of conversation roused him gently from his slumber, and the book of poetry slid from his lap to the floor with a gentle thud. That's what woke him.

The pine marten sat up with a start, and looked about the infirmary in a worried manner. He hated when things changed without his knowing about it... but then again, he had banished his aide to bed for the night. Had Morgan passed? Judging by the happy wagging of tails, it seemed not. Barrett had treated Kaii, and remembered how... ...different... he had been. And now, there was something odd attached to the drainage tube.

Pushing himself to his feet, he quickly drew near to the trio, a stern look on his face. "Morgan needs rest..." he said, firmly, yet politely. "I haven't authorized visitors this late -- nor have I permitted you to return, Finnian. You were ordered to your bunk." Stern as he was, Arthur hadn't yet asked anyone to leave. In fact, he seemed almost glad for the company.

"...how are you feeling, Morgan? Do you think you could keep down some warm broth?"

 

[Morgan Liu]

Morgan grinned up at the pair of foxes, relief washing over her. It was incredible how something as simple as breathing, taken for granted by most, could turn into agony. "Looks like I owe you two a drink back in Bully," she remarked, moving carefully to shake each of their paws. "'Gates, maybe a whole round a' drinks."

As Mr. Barrett awoke and came over to check on her, Morgan gave him a sheepish grin. "I'd love some broth, Doc. 'Gates, I could eat the tail righ' off a rat - no offense t' Greenie."