@keepershearth location: infirmary notes: lmk if you want me to change anything, could be an injury, tour, helping out, etc
Samson enjoyed the infirmary in the morning, after his morning devotions, and while the camp was only beginning to rouse. The sunlight slanting through the tall windows caught the faint drift of herbs frying overhead, Samson reveled in their sharp - ground - scent, accompanied by a faint sting. True to his nature, he was among the first to arrive and was by one of the cots, sleeves rolled up, carefully wrapping bandages, setting up instruments, and taking inventory of tools and supplies.
He'd said it many times over, but life here didn't happen on its own, it took many hands to keep the camp viable. Keep it feeling as alive as it did; while the work was monotonous, much of his day was devoted to routine and there was a great deal of comfort that he could derive from it. Stability and certainty.
Samson didn't quite notice the newcomer immediately, but he heard a creak in the floorboard and looked up to see one of the latest crop of demigods lingering in the doorway. “…Brad, right?” The warmth of the Apollonian's smile followed assuredly, “Good morning, did you get hurt or…” he looked at the array of empty beds, “just looking around.” Naturally, he extended a hand toward the taller demigod, “Samson.”
