World Tour D: Panic! At The Desert Jun 11, 2021 2:47:15 GMT
Post by World Tour NPC on Jun 11, 2021 2:47:15 GMT
It was a good thing that Mocha was going to leave the tent under her own power in that moment. If not, well, the scowl on the healer's face said it all: the Lekismon was coming dangerously close to getting ejected from the structure. "I don't like your tone, girl." Between getting called a 'shitty doctor' to her face and being told to leave her own tent by a visitor, the firecat had no qualms about making her thoughts about Mocha known to her and to the rest of the group through facial expressions alone. It took an effort for Lynxmon to swallow enough pride and acquiesce, "I will leave because it's best for the patient." She'd go on to trudge outside with some of the other digimon.
Lynxmon would lower her voice while standing just outside the flap with Owen, Mocha, and Shiroku. "It just doesn't make sense," she hissed under her breath, "Can stress alone knock humans out for this long? They're fragile little things if that's true." Lynxmon started to pace impatiently and huff as she contemplated the theory so far. "And another thing how is an unconscious man finding time to roll over and reach for an occasional sip of water? The humans clearly know more than I do, but something doesn't sit right. There's something missing!"
Omen was the one who went looking for a way to lift the patient's legs, and Omen was the one who found a way: it wasn't particularly pretty, but she found a towel on which to place Fletcher's ankles. Omen also knew that she could take a chair, tie each end of the towel to an arm of the chair, and use Amelie's help to get those legs over the edge of the mattress. The angle might not have been ideally sharp, but it would get the job done.
Fletcher's card suggested he should be awake in less than fifteen minutes. If the girls were keeping a close eye on the patient, then they would have seen the first signs of stirring in only sixty seconds. It started when Fletcher's eyebrows began to wiggle, followed by the eyes beneath starting to roll around beneath their eyelids. The rest of his body remained completely immobile in this time. When an eye opened... that was just it. One eye opened. It hesitated to do so as well; the eye squinted, and when the lid parted it was just enough for the dark brown peepers behind them to peek at the surrounding area. Anyone who had ever pretended to be asleep when they didn't want to go to school might have been flashing back to themselves in the same position, when they thought they heard footsteps exit their bedroom but had to scan the coast surreptitiously before coming fully awake.
Head movements were slight as Fletcher scanned his whole environment, and as soon as he landed on Amelie's face he went straight back to being stiff and immobile again. This only lasted a moment, however. Upon realizing what he'd just seen, the man would actively sit up blink rapidly, rub his eyes, and make eye contact again with Amelie, then Omen, then each of them in sequence. He appeared shocked, bamboozled, flabbergasted - about the way most people would react to seeing digimon for the first time, really, only Fletcher was (so it appeared) just looking at a couple of humans. With Cream trying not to be noticed, the patient did not pick up on her just now.
"B-Blimey! Bloody people!" One hand would blindly reach for the canteen provided him and effortlessly, eagerly start pumping the stuff down the man's gullet. "You are people, right? Listen." Fletcher's voice was frantic (partly because he didn't keep breathing while drinking), but it was also low and hushed. "Listen, listen, listen, it's not safe here. Whole place is crawling with nasties. We gotta get out of here." The patient was talking in English with a strong strong accent that matched where his license said he was from.