((Can't really explain it either. That's how I've handled adamantine: queue equal numbers of extract strands and make wafers. I tend to get them staggered and out of order due to job priorities sometimes, so there might have been some thread lying around for a moment. A pony then came by and dragged it off to the hospital. I guess it's possible that since only a fraction of a thread is used for suturing, it still claims you have the full thread.
Anyway, I'm going to guess that the scene going on now will have long played out by the time Falcata is released from the hospital (or even wakes up), so journal time:))
Falcata's Diary - 23rd Felsite, 99
Some guard I am. Lately it seems the civilians have been helping me more than the other way around. I don't really remember what happened over the last day or so, but I somehow managed to fall down the stairs and badly break my right rear leg. The pain was pretty unbearable at first, but the doctors gave me something that's eased that off a lot. I need to thank Toltot for dragging my sorry behind down here.
I hate to think what the duchess, commissar or Captain Isos think about it all. Me clumsily falling down the stairs like that. I'm supposed to be an example for the ponies here. Worse still, imagine I'd fallen on somepony? That could have been a disaster. I was wearing all of my armor and I still managed to break my leg. An unarmored pony would have been crushed!
I feel like I broke more than that. I've got a knot on my head the size of my hoof, and I'm pretty sure I bruised some ribs. A few teeth are loose too, I hope that's temporary.
What really broke my heart though was when Kris came galloping into the hospital, bawling her eyes out. When she heard I was hurt, she dropped what she was doing and came running. It warms my heart to know she cares so much about me, but I care more for her and it pains me to see her crying like that. She spent the rest of the afternoon lying at my side, despite my recommendations she go get something to eat or get some rest in her bed. I'll be fine here, I assured her, but she wouldn't budge.
I suppose maybe I've done something right raising her, despite my mistakes. Her father would be proud of her.
25th Felsite, 99
I had a rude awakening this morning. With the pain killers the doctors gave me, I'd forgotten all about how much my stomach hurt, but that was back this morning which let me remember part of the events a few days ago. The pain isn't nearly as bad as it was, but it's only because of the drugs. And there is a pretty sickening reason for it. I knew something was wrong this morning when Dr. Bubbles was avoiding me, but he finally spilled it this afternoon. Thank goodness he waited until Kris wandered off to get some food.
He says he doesn't know where it came from, but something is seriously wrong with my stomach. He suspected something when I vomited up more blood this morning, which I suppose is a pretty bad sign, but I figured with all the vomiting I'd done I was bound to have hurt my stomach. He told me it's worse than that... it's as if my stomach is decaying.
He told me that there wasn't a whole lot he could do. He obviously can't excise the whole thing, and he's worried the necrosis has spread too far for surgery to be of any use. He said he could do some exploratory surgery to check, but in my state it might only make things worse or outright kill me. He gave me some more drugs that he says might help, but I could tell he wasn't too confident. I elected to pass on the surgery.
I'm... scared. I really am. I was sure that the stomach pains were just a virus, but this... (several wet drops stain the page, obscuring the writing) I never (more wet stains) was dying.
Kris knows something is wrong. I tried to hide it as best I could, but she's a smart filly. I won't tell her just now. I... need time to think about this.
5th Hematite, 99
Despite my fears, I didn't expire within a few days. The drugs Dr. Bubbles have given me seem to be keeping the pain... manageable. I still can't eat much, but as long as I take the drugs I can keep a little bit of food down. I'm not optimistic, he was pretty clear that it was only managing the symptoms, and unless my body was unnaturally strong the prognosis wasn't good.
I was a bit surprised to find that the doctors used adamantine thread to stitch up my wounds. Only the duchess could have authorized that, and I don't see why she would for a clumsy foal falling down the stairs and nearly killing herself. Unless she knows I'm dying and it's her way of sending her condolences?
I still haven't had the heart to tell Kris, but now that we're back home I think she believes everything will go back to normal. I only wish it was that simple. (Wet stains mar several words on the page) Heavens above I wish Estoc was here right now. I could use his strong embrace at a time like this.
((By Armok that was a long post. Hope you guys like reading about a character who isn't even really involved at the moment!))
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