Around in the Wilderness

[Carthrat]

The girl doesn't seem to respond (beyond more coughing). Her eyes are closed, and she doesn't react to the prodding.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove frowned, shaking his head and gathering his tent quickly, packing it back up and then grabbing the girl and slinging her over his shoulder with a grunt as he started heading towards those houses he saw earlier.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

The girl is surprisingly heavy- much more than her size and build would indicate. Cosgrove grunts with exertion; while he thinks he can probably make it to the town, it's going to be hard work.

But as there's nothing for it, he starts walking.

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It's pretty damn late when Cosgrove comes close to the houses. As such, there's nobody up. It seems to be quite a small little country town; there's a main street, presumably with a shopping strip, and a few side-streets with houses, gas stations, and whatnot about.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove considered and glanced about for the place he'd always expect to be open... the bar.

If that isn't, he looks around in hopes that there's some twenty-four-seven joint hidden in the town, even if it's unlikely.

If that fails he looks for some kind of formal governmenty like place to knock at and drop the damn heavy girl off with.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

A short search reveals a bar, titled 'The Stuffed Pig'.  Looks to be a fair enough place; certainly not the disgusting mess that quite a few places try to pass off as 'decent'. There's a low-pitched tune coming from inside, and it doesn't sound very busy.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove considers and just heads along in, looking over quickly the area and heading to the barkeep, figuring the sheer absurdity of the scene would catch attention.  "Hey, where's the nearest doctor or hospital?  Found this girl collapsed in the rainstorm."  He explained shortly.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

The barkeep blanches. He's a fairly young chap, dressed in white shirt and black pants. No tie.

"Uh, yeah," he says, gesturing to the right. "Just down Main St. But he's probably asleep."

[Dracos]

Cosgrove shrugged.  "Thanks.  Which house?"

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"There's one with a sign out the front," replies the man, shrugging. "Can't miss it."

[Dracos]

"Thanks."

Cosgrove headed out, heading to the doctor's and either ringing or knocking.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

There's no bell on the front door of 'Dr. Winkle's' house, but a large, elaborate knocker- which, after a few repeated slams, elicits a thumping noise, sounding a little like someone stumbling, and soon, the door opens to reveal a man dressed in pyjamas and a nightcap.

"Vot? Vot is going on?" he asks, accent strong and eyes bleary.

[Dracos]

"Sorry for waking you, Doctor.  Found some girl in the woods who got caught  in the storm and collapsed.  Figured it was best to drop her off with the local hospital or doctor, and that seems to be you."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

The doctor blinks, then nods quickly, concentration replacing tiredness. "She probably just needs a meal and some rest," he comments. "Would you mind carrying her in? The clinic bed is just this way."

[Dracos]

Cosgrove nodded, following the doctor to the clinic bed and dropping her off.  "Heavy lass."  He grunted, rubbing a shoulder and adjusting his backpack.  "Anyhow, hope you're right, Doc."

Cosgrove turned and headed out, presuming he isn't stopped.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"Hang on. Are you staying in town?" asks the doctor, blinking.