How? What? Where? [Leon+ other healers]

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“Huh?” Pepijn blinked to get his vision clearer. Everything around him seemed hazy, his head and knees hurt and he was hungry. With no idea what day or hour it was or where he was, he tried to find something that could answer his questions. It seemed that he was laying on the floor because he felt a cold surface underneath him. Was he outside? What was he doing sleeping outside? First he tried to sit up straight but he went light in the head when he tried. Looking at his hands instead he waited for the blurry image to get sharper. Once it did, he tweaked his fingers in and out. Still blinking, he now looked around him. Thank god, he knew this place. But why how did he got here like this? How long has it been? There were so many questions that needed to be answered.

As he tried to stand, he noticed that his trousers were ripped open at his knees. For some reason he was still in his healer clothes but everything was dirty. Trying to support himself against the wall, he slowly made his way into the old hospital building. The people surrounding him got none of his attention, all he could focus himself on was getting to a place where he could be helped. Finally managing to get in there was a small feeling of victory. Then suddenly the floor was really close again and it seemed that he collapsed. Shivering, he figured he must have been laying there for a while, his body was cold and heavy but he seemed fine except for the big hole in his memory. Here he could do nothing but wait however it seemed that someone had found him already for he heard a voice near.

[Eric Draconis Heylel]

Eric had a lousy night. He wondered if Fecklestein's Head would allow Eric to lend him for at least a day or two. Eric didn't fansy doing everything on his own. He already had too much to do, the hospital just had to ask him to create the potions needed for his level since no one really knew when it would be of use. Placing them under stasis charms would be good enough til they would be used. He sighed as he mentally prepared himself for another day at work. However, what he saw as he got closer was not what he thought he'd see.

Fecklestein was there, looking lost and was still in the same clothes he wore the night before. Except that this time, he looked dirty, like he had been dragged around around the grounds of the forest somewhere. Eric walked faster, "Fecklestein a word..." he called out to the Trainee, the next question on his lips already. "May I know why you still are in the same clothes you were wearing yesterday and why do you look like someone dragged you across the Forbidden Forest?" Eric asked, concerned a little since he had asked the Trainee last night for help.

Clothes Here