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- arya is my little lad,
- but she might totally do just that,
- either way someone is getting punched,
- polly is always super effective,
- poor choices are made by other people,
- she might not feed kylar to nymeria,
- she will look after her little lads,
- taking care of little lads is tough work,
- teaching lads the finer points,
- welp,
- would prefer to quit her day job
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[Polly went searching for Arya the moment she had any indication something might be wrong. She didn't panic once she found Arya lying on floor. She simply went down on a knee and gave the girl a few slaps to the face, saying her name. She, of course, didn't stir. So Polly rested her head on the girl's chest to be sure there was still breath and a pulse in her. Both of which she found.]
[She sighed, wishing nothing more than to have Igorina - or even an Igor - around to stitch this up. That would make it certainly easier. The most she can hope is that there's something perhaps that the infirmary can do for her.]
[Polly wasn't keen about having to pick up a severed limb, she did so with a minimal amount of faces and set it on Arya's stomach.]
You're going to have to hold that, [she said, almost a little apologetically before scooping the girl up in her arms.] There's a good lad.
[And without so much fuss, she carried Arya off to the infirmary and sits, waiting for her to regain consciousness.]
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[Polly is seated in the infirmary. Of course keeping a close eye on the girl while she's still unconscious.]
It appears someone's gone and decided to remove a limb from my inmate. I think you ought to know I don't take too kindly to those who might even think to hurt any one of my lads regardless of what your intent was.
[Because Polly's smart enough to deduce this wasn't necessarily malicious given that the wound had been cauterized and she was relatively unharmed.]
I'd suggest doing yourself a favor and turning yourself in. Might be that if you do, I might find myself in a better, more forgiving mood.
[Emphasis on the word might.]
[Polly went searching for Arya the moment she had any indication something might be wrong. She didn't panic once she found Arya lying on floor. She simply went down on a knee and gave the girl a few slaps to the face, saying her name. She, of course, didn't stir. So Polly rested her head on the girl's chest to be sure there was still breath and a pulse in her. Both of which she found.]
[She sighed, wishing nothing more than to have Igorina - or even an Igor - around to stitch this up. That would make it certainly easier. The most she can hope is that there's something perhaps that the infirmary can do for her.]
[Polly wasn't keen about having to pick up a severed limb, she did so with a minimal amount of faces and set it on Arya's stomach.]
You're going to have to hold that, [she said, almost a little apologetically before scooping the girl up in her arms.] There's a good lad.
[And without so much fuss, she carried Arya off to the infirmary and sits, waiting for her to regain consciousness.]
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[Polly is seated in the infirmary. Of course keeping a close eye on the girl while she's still unconscious.]
It appears someone's gone and decided to remove a limb from my inmate. I think you ought to know I don't take too kindly to those who might even think to hurt any one of my lads regardless of what your intent was.
[Because Polly's smart enough to deduce this wasn't necessarily malicious given that the wound had been cauterized and she was relatively unharmed.]
I'd suggest doing yourself a favor and turning yourself in. Might be that if you do, I might find myself in a better, more forgiving mood.
[Emphasis on the word might.]
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Is she okay?
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And if you can get any leads on who bloody did this, it would be appreciated.
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Be careful, lad.
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[... we'll see.]
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She slips away from Nymeria's mind, and something is wrong, she can feel it. Her lips pull back, and her hands clench. Something was on her right hand, gone now, but she wipes her palm against the bed beneath her.
It's just before she opens her eyes that she realizes she doesn't remember going to sleep.]
What are you doing here?
[It's groggy, mumbled as the pain starts to clear the fog.]
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[Polly leans forward and puts a hand on Arya's shoulder. It's preemptive. Her touch is gentle, but firm to keep Arya reclined. And reassured that she's alright now. At least as alright as one can be.]
Do you remember what happened?
[More importantly who did this.]
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Get off me. [She reaches up to push Polly away, to grasp her wrist and drag her arm off, but it's wrong, it's all wrong. She stares at the stump for a moment, unable to correlate what she should see and what she does see. Something is wrong. She wants to snarl and howl.]
Where is it? [Gray eyes widen slowly, like it's a struggle to feel the horror.]
Where is it?
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[Polly keeps a firm hold on Arya.]
It's going to be alright. We can get it put back. You've got my word on that. But right now, I need you to calm down and tell me what you remember.
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Put it back now!
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[Polly won't point it out if she does start to cry. As far as she's concerned, even the bravest man would weep over this sort of loss. But it can be fixed in this world even without an Igor or - more preferred - an Igorina about to stitch something together for her.]
Jean will be on her way shortly. But I need you to calm down first and talk to me about what happened. Can you do that? Can you be a wolf right now?
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It's a good thing everyone is dead - no one would ransom for her now. She'll never learn to sew straight with one hand. She'll never do anything ever again.]
I don't want to talk!
[She doesn't want to be a wolf anymore, either, without her pack. It's just Chris now; everyone else left her. He'll leave, too, when he sees this.
Digging her right hand into her upper left arm, she chokes on a sob, phlegm catching in her throat.] Talking won't put it back right!
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Arya Stark, enough, [Polly's stern, not allowing for any room for anything beyond adherence.] Right now, I bloody well don't give a damn what you do or don't want to do. Right now, I want to see to it that the arsehole who was stupid enough to harm my lad is dealt with to set things right.
I told you that I would be looking out for you whether you liked it or not and I damn well meant it. So, you best be a smart lad and do as I say because I won't say it again.
Get a hold of yourself and listen to me: you'll get your arm back. I will send for Jean and she'll reattach it. But I'm not budging from this spot until you tell me what happened.
Am I understood?
[If there's any doubt about Polly Perks' rank, it should be quite evaporated by now.]
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When she opens her eyes, they are still wet but no longer stinging. She holds her arm close, and doesn't look at hit. It makes her queasy.]
I don't know what happened. I was walking down the hall and then someone hit me. [She's gotten so used to people here thinking of her as untouchable, as out of bounds, and she feels so stupid for it. Just because most of them think I'm a baby doesn't mean they all will. But a sudden memory makes her frown.] I saw someone before. He almost ran into me, I yelled at him.
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Did you catch a look of his face?
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Yes.
[Her brow scrunches, nostrils flaring. It swims in front of her eyes, but she digs her fingers into her arms and lets the pain wake her up. The scrunching becomes scowling.]
It was Slevin. [She says it like I'm going to kill him.]
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Then she shakes her head, pushes it all aside. It won't help.]
Do you - need some help putting it back on?
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[Thus far, no luck.]
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[If Arya remembers losing the arm, it might freak her out more to see it suddenly reattached. And Polly wants time to talk to her anyway.]
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I'll let you know when she's awake and I've had a chance to calm her down.
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Is she - will she be safe? Was this just a one-off thing, or - ?
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And - I can keep an eye out, if you want.
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I'm Jean, by the way.
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It's nice to meet you.
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Is she going to be okay?
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