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dplax · 11-28-2007, 06:24 PM

Philbert Sigismund Wolf

Philbert was just about to mumble some thank yous to CMO Abraham when Corporal Avery walked in, saving him from saying what he had not really wanted to say.

With a sudden movement that made his still not fully healed wounds ache and stretch more than comfortably, Philbert sat up.

"I'm ready to be debriefed Corporal."

His mind wasn't yet fully cleared, but he knew that time was of the essence.

"The sooner the captain gets the information-" he paused as he tentatively swung his legs from the bed and put them on the ground, gently placing weight on them, wincing as the pain hit, but then following up with even more pressure. "-the better."

"The stretcher will not be necessary." Wolf grabbed a medical coat and a pair of operating trousers from a nearby hanger so as to seem halfway decent and not naked when appearing in the briefing room. Pulling them over his wounded body wasn't as painful as he had expected, but still hurt like hell.

"Let's go," he said walking towards the door, wincing less with each footstep as he got used to the constant pain.

11-28-2007, 06:24 PM	#148
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	Re: Dystopia: The Fallen Angels Philbert Sigismund Wolf Philbert was just about to mumble some thank yous to CMO Abraham when Corporal Avery walked in, saving him from saying what he had not really wanted to say. With a sudden movement that made his still not fully healed wounds ache and stretch more than comfortably, Philbert sat up. "I'm ready to be debriefed Corporal." His mind wasn't yet fully cleared, but he knew that time was of the essence. "The sooner the captain gets the information-" he paused as he tentatively swung his legs from the bed and put them on the ground, gently placing weight on them, wincing as the pain hit, but then following up with even more pressure. "-the better." "The stretcher will not be necessary." Wolf grabbed a medical coat and a pair of operating trousers from a nearby hanger so as to seem halfway decent and not naked when appearing in the briefing room. Pulling them over his wounded body wasn't as painful as he had expected, but still hurt like hell. "Let's go," he said walking towards the door, wincing less with each footstep as he got used to the constant pain.