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July Catch-All
š§ WHO: Yvelon and you!
āļøļø WHAT: Some taskboard things and whatever else comes up
š WHEN: Throughout July
šŗļø WHERE: Camelot Medical Care Centers, Ash mountains, around Camelot
ā ļø WARNINGS: Injury/illness talk, possible combat
[Summer Fever]
[A]
[Yvelon had taken to helping out any medical centers that were short staffed since his arrival. It served to strengthen his healing magic with practice, so by the time the illness broke out he had enough of a handle on it to be of decent use. It wasnāt a deadly illness but with the volume coming in it certainly required careful pacing.
So he dedicated himself to working around the clock to see things taken care of. ]
[A-1]
[Yvelon pressed the back of his hand to his patientās forehead, while glancing over their information on a clipboard. Perhaps heās making a house call, perhaps heās at one of the medical centers, regardless heās diligently doings his rounds.]
The good news is your fever has broken, you are on the mend. [He turns to rumage through his supplies for a small bottle.] The bad news is that you are not out of the woods yet, and thus you must still take your medicine. It will only taste worse as your sinuses clear up.
[he pours a small capfull and holds itout to his patient.]
Drink.
[A-2]
[Working around the clock always has an inevitable outcome, as no one can remain awake forever. Thus Yvelon could be found in a chair, slumped foreward over notes heād been taking on the illness. Needless to say, his shift is over, and he should probably be woken and sent home before he developes a kink in his neck, and with an obscenely long elezen neck, that could be crippling.]
[B]
[Heād seen the mission, and knew right off that sending unprepared fools out into the wilderness could only end in disaster. Lo and belhold, no sooner had he gathered his supples and head out heād heard rumors of a certain minotaur running amok. Not the problem he was expecting to deal with, but one he was prepared for all the same.
He comes across one sorry-looking adventurer and the remains of a humble camp trashed in a struggle. He leaned over the individual his hands neatly folded behind him.]
Minotaur I presume?
āļøļø WHAT: Some taskboard things and whatever else comes up
š WHEN: Throughout July
šŗļø WHERE: Camelot Medical Care Centers, Ash mountains, around Camelot
ā ļø WARNINGS: Injury/illness talk, possible combat
[Summer Fever]
[A]
[Yvelon had taken to helping out any medical centers that were short staffed since his arrival. It served to strengthen his healing magic with practice, so by the time the illness broke out he had enough of a handle on it to be of decent use. It wasnāt a deadly illness but with the volume coming in it certainly required careful pacing.
So he dedicated himself to working around the clock to see things taken care of. ]
[A-1]
[Yvelon pressed the back of his hand to his patientās forehead, while glancing over their information on a clipboard. Perhaps heās making a house call, perhaps heās at one of the medical centers, regardless heās diligently doings his rounds.]
The good news is your fever has broken, you are on the mend. [He turns to rumage through his supplies for a small bottle.] The bad news is that you are not out of the woods yet, and thus you must still take your medicine. It will only taste worse as your sinuses clear up.
[he pours a small capfull and holds itout to his patient.]
Drink.
[A-2]
[Working around the clock always has an inevitable outcome, as no one can remain awake forever. Thus Yvelon could be found in a chair, slumped foreward over notes heād been taking on the illness. Needless to say, his shift is over, and he should probably be woken and sent home before he developes a kink in his neck, and with an obscenely long elezen neck, that could be crippling.]
[B]
[Heād seen the mission, and knew right off that sending unprepared fools out into the wilderness could only end in disaster. Lo and belhold, no sooner had he gathered his supples and head out heād heard rumors of a certain minotaur running amok. Not the problem he was expecting to deal with, but one he was prepared for all the same.
He comes across one sorry-looking adventurer and the remains of a humble camp trashed in a struggle. He leaned over the individual his hands neatly folded behind him.]
Minotaur I presume?
A-1
And the healer's words irritate her. If she's on the mend then obviously that means she's going to be fine, so it's fine. also she doesn't like sticky green liquid, whether it's potions or medicine.]
On mend, not need, sinuses fix selves. [she only just learned what sinuses are, details.] Find way out of woods anyway.
Re: A-1
No, fear worked just fine, along with a healthy dose of sarcasm.]
Well, I could let you out right now. Let things sit and develop into an infection, Iām certain youāll enjoy the dizziness and headaches from the subsequent swelling putting pressure on the rest of your face.
Or you could take this medicine and taste food for the first time in a week, perhaps even smell something in the next day or two.
[The mockingly uplifting tone he delivered his sarcastic remarks dropped as he continued, and his face went flat as he stared her down while holding out the cap-full of medicine.]
Your call.
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[She doesn't like the sound of that. But she doesn't like his tone of voice, either.
And how does it work, anyway? Barbara's knowledge of anatomy is rather... rudimentary. She didn't even know she had sinuses until they told her about them. Aren't they supposed to be hollow spaces?
She takes the medicine, but she doesn't drink it yet.]
Sinus open space. Swell, how?
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When you are ill your body produces various fluids to fight or block the illness, hence why your nose runs. Some of that fluid winds up in your sinuses, and if it does not drain properly it can grow infected.
Surly you have seen infected injuries, yes? Now imagine happening inside your head. Do you understand how it swells now?
[No doubt sheās seen her share of grizzly war wounds, and the fetid aftermath of such wounds left poorly treated. Hopefully that would make for enough vivid imagery to answer her question.]
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She also knew that there was one former dragoon of her father's company who was missing part of an arm not because it had been cut off entirely, but because a wound had become gangrenous and the healers had been forced to cut it off. Not events Barbara witnessed for herself, but she knew about it, enough to be afraid when that cut on her own arm turned.
So infection inside the head, that would be bad. If that happened, what would you do? You couldn't cut that off.
DOWN THE HATCH IT IS.]
gleck. [dragoons don't complain about petty things, but they do pull faces at disgusting medicine.] Barbara go now?
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[Said as he plucks the empty cap and begins to clean it.]
Just because your fever has broken does not mean you are immediately better. Your body remains weak, which will leave you vulnerable to other ailments. [To put this in terms she may understand:] Such would be like running into battle injured and without armor.
Will you die? Possibly not, but you will no doubt come back in worse shape and you shall require even more rest than if you had merely waited to heal.
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That's the noise she makes. rrrrrrrrrrrrgh. Because no, she wouldn't go running into battle in such a state, that would be stupid. But. That doesn't mean she likes the idea of sitting around here for even more time.]
Rest only way to get better? [like. can't she. do... something? some kind of activity?] Idle dragoon no good.