>>156326She comes closer, tilting her head at Silver
>>156327Silver whispers in her ear as she does so.
"I would rather not say. I believe criminals were from Waterfront Gang, and from what they said as the fled it sounded like they had officers on their organization's payroll. I do not want to put Orchid's life in danger."
>>156328>>156329She nods, looking gravely at Silver
"I see. Well, I won't use your real name then."
>>156330Silver nods, and more freely (though still reluctantly and away from other listening ears) explains to the nurse what happened.
"We were leaving restaurant with friend of ours when group of gangsters pulled up, attacked us, and attempted to take Orchid. During fight that broke out we managed to subdue two of them, and I got into firefight with last remaining gangster using firearm one of others had dropped, which is where I got shot. They fled when they realized they were beaten, gave threat about police being on their side, and then we escaped to here."
>>156331Her eyes grow wider, and her mouth opens part way
“Who is Orchid exactly? Your grandson?”
>>156332After a moment of thought and contemplation, Silver nods.
>>156333“Are you… how sure are you about the police? What did he say?”
>>156334"Well, one I had pinned was certainly smug, saying 'Police are coming'."
>>156335She nods, looking very much concerned.
“I see. Then I’ll try to keep the police away from you and your grandson.”
>>156336He smiles very gratefully at the nurse.
"Thank you!"
>>156337She nods, but she does not smile. White Orchid is just outside in the waiting area with Frizzle. He rubs up to Silver
“Are you okay?” He asks emphatically
>>156338Silver smiles some more at the colt.
"I am fine, good doctor stitched me up and gave me prescription for some medicines."
>>156339He looks up at Silver and smiles, with big, teary eyes.
“Okay… Good. I was worried.”
>>156340Silver bends down, and hugs his sorta-grandson.
"Do not worry about me, I am tough old stallion."
>>156341He starts to resist, but ultimately allows it, though only loosely. He does, however, extend his small legs in kind around Silver.
He does not say anything, but presses his small muzzle up against Silver’s neck
>>156342White Orchid can practically feel the joy coming off of Silver when he returns the hug. Silver's fur is very soft, fluffy, and warm, surrounding a firm muscular core.
"I am more glad that you are safe than my own welfare."
>>156343“Thank you. Thank you for that. I thought I was going to be taken again. They didn’t even grab me like that the first time. It was so sudden. It was scary.”
He’s in an excited emotional state.
>>156344"It was scary, sudden situation. But as long as I am able, I will do my utmost to protect you."
>>156345White Orchid grabs his fluff, then recoils and pulls away, and then pulls on his fluff again.
"Thank you. Thank you. I'm glad you're there." He is calmer now
>>156346Silver is happy to stay there for a minute, and enjoy the moment as White Orchid seems to get more used to floof hugs. He can pull out if he wishes, however.
>>156347White Orchid does, however, pull away..
“What do we do now?” He asks
>>156348Silver stands back up, again keeping most of his weight off his bad shoulder.
"First is I need to either turn in or figure out where to turn in this prescription. After that, we will get you to safe place. Finally, I will have chat with leader of those gangsters that attacked us, and get him to leave you alone."
>>156349“Okay.”
White Orchid sits down, and simply looks up at Silver. Frizzle is also standing around, near the colt, and looking towards Silver.
>>156350Silver goes to the reception desk.
"Excuse me, how much do I owe, and where do I go to turn in this prescription?"
>>156351Ah earth pony mare whose brown coat and black mane almost give the impression of a chocolate chipped cookie replies:
“Medical care is a free service of the Baltimare Governate. There is a pharmacy down the left hallway. It’s labeled with big letters, so you can’t miss it.
>>156352"Oh! Thank you!"
Silver turns and limps toward the pharmacy she pointed out.
>>156353There's an open window underneath big red letters that say "Pharmacy."
A reddish colored middle aged griffin with glasses delivers Silver a set of pills, which he says are anti-biotics, and a set of opioid painkillers, specifically codeine. Both bottles are indistinguishable from the set of pills prescribed to Paper Clipping.
>>156354"Thank you good sir."
Silver has to remember to keep his bottles away from Clip's. He also pays close attention to the directions on the bottles as the group goes to leave the hospital and return to the car.
>>156355The anti-biopics are supposed to be taken three times a day with food. The painkillers have a warning never to take more than two every four hours, and never to drive or operate machinery after use. They are fine be taken as needed.
Frizzle helps guide Silver back to the car, where Mala still sits shotgun.
>>156356Silver smiles at Mala before he gets back into the driving seat. He looks at Frizzle and Orchid once they get inside.
"If you want Frizzle, I can drop you off nearby your place of work out of sight of any police who have responded. And Orchid, we will make stop at orphanage, though that is so I can talk with nuns and figure out safe place for you to stay for now."
>>156357Mala looks back to Silver, smiles, and moves his tail side to side. Mala says:
"No one tried to take it."
Frizzle looks over to Silver.
"Yeah, I guess I need to head back to my job. But still, I want to go out sometime with you again. Preferably under better circumstances."
White Orchid says:
"Okay.... will I be safe there?"
>>156312Amber doesn't quite know how to respond. She's never
seen this at the Club Maurice, and she isn't sure Dahlia has either, but is it worth ruining her good impression over it?
"No, they don't…."
>>156358Silver gives the good hyena many pets.
To Frizzle: "We should, maybe next time neither of us will be shot. I definitely owe you drink, now."
To Orchid: "We will see, but there are other options. That is what I want to discuss with nuns about."
>>156359She nods, with a very serious, firm expression.
"That's right. Real life isn't so romantic. You read books that romanticize
spies of all creatures, creatures who live by lies and treachery? They don't live to old age. They die by hanging and gunshot. Such is the fate of such creatures."
>>156360Hyena is petHe closes his eyes and wags his tail
Frizzle:
"Heh heh heh. I'd buy you one too, if I had the extra money. Maybe I will anyways."
White Orchid:
"Okay..." he says, accepting the situation
>>156361"I see…I'm sorry to bring it up." None of the stories featured really old spies. But then again, there aren't many old soldiers, or lumberjacks for that matter. But maybe it is better to stay away from such old folk.
>>156361Silver turns the car on, and gets started on their way back towards the restaurant and orphanage. He's careful to drop Frizzle off out of sight of the police cars on the scene.
>>156362“Well…” she breathes out, relaxes back into her chair, and after a pause of a few seconds says,
“Good. You need to know that this place is unlike your little hamlet. It is not nice. Not all the time. There are many out there who would exploit and take advantage of your naïveté.”
>>156363Frizzle steps out.
“Where could I find you?” He asks
>>156364"Oh! Right, here..."
Silver gives Frizzle his address.
>>156365He takes the paper, abs looks at it, then back up to Silver.
“Alright, I’ll be sure to hit you up.”
>>156366"That would be great. See you soon, friend. Good luck."
>>156367“Take care.” He waved Silver off before he drives away.
>>156368Silver waves back as they leave. He makes his away around the crime scene in front of the restaurant and to the orphanage.
>>156369The orphanage is not very far at all.
Note that the car has a bullet hole in the right side of the engine housing, blood in the drivers seat, on the floor beneath the drivers seat, on the left reset passenger seat, and on the inside of the door. At no point has Mala been cleaned off blood, and it’s finally started to dry on him. Silver is partly high on morphine.
>>156370Issues to be addressed soon, but not right now. When they stop in front of the orphanage, he looks at the bloody hyena in the car.
"It may be best for you to stay in car. We will wash blood off of you when we get home, yes?"
>>156372Mala, on a good day, is perfectly presentable to young orphan foals and foals. When his mouth and paws are covered in pony blood… not so much.
“Okay.” Mala says. “They might want the car back.” Mala picks up the automatic pistol, grasping it in his claws.
>>156373Silver nods, and steps out of the car. He motions for White Orchid to follow him before he closes the driver-side door and heads for the building.
>>156374White Orchid looks back to Mala, and then to Silver. He hops out, and follows Silver to the orphanage. There is no pony waiting at the door. Evidently the news has not spread.
>>156375Silver goes through the door, and to the first nun there asks, "Is Mint Marine safe?"
[1d20 = 13][1d20 = 6]>>156376“Yes.” She says. “I think so? I saw him a few hours ago.”