Logs:Head Injuries
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| RL Date: 2 October, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Madilla |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After the incident with R'hin, Edyis gets herself checked out. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 12, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Devaki/Mentions, Dilan/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, Lilabet/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions |
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| Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr Two sets of double doors, one from the the inner caverns and a recently built set from the dragon infirmary, lead into the unnaturally hushed human infirmary. Despite fastidious cleaning, the scent of redwort and numbweed has long since soaked into every smooth-carved surface, along with other, subtler medicinal smells. Pristinely made cots are lined up against the walls; most of them are left open to view, but some in the back are surrounded by curtains for delicate procedures or critical patients. About halfway between the two entrances is the counter for the healers on duty; it guards the entrance to the storage rooms just beyond, their shelves and cabinets lined with meticulously labeled bottles, boxes, jars, and even vats of supplies. The Weyrhealer's office is also here, along with another side room for mixing up medicines and the like. It's early in the morning and the winter snow doesn't make the long walk to the infirmary any more pleasant, compounded by the dark circles under her eyes, indicating that this particular scribe has been up the entire night, and it's a very sleepy yawn she covers as she checks in at the desk. "Bumped my head, cleaning." She murmurs, indicating the knot that has formed. "Didn't want to sleep until it was checked out." She sits down to patiently wait her turn to be seen, threatening to nod off all the while. Mornings, particularly very early mornings, aren't the busiest time of day in the infirmary; the aide at the desk promises that it won't be long, and warns Edyis not to fall asleep in case of concussion... and then leaves her to it, busying herself with replenishing supplies. It's the weyrhealer herself who shows up a few minutes later, looking (almost) as tired as the scribe herself. "Edyis? Come on back, let's take a look." "It's good to see you Madilla, you look about as tired as I feel, Raija keeping you up still?" She asks with a half grin, as she stands to follow the healer the way a newly hatched chick falls in line behind it's mother. She almost waddles too, well maybe it's more of a slightly dizzy wobble. "I should have brought a pot of klah with me." She comments with a smile. Madilla's got half an eye on that dizzy wobble, and it's plain she's not entirely pleased with it. "How hard did you hit that head of yours?" she wants to know, asking before making any attempt at pleasantries. In the end, though, as she makes her way towards the nearest cubicle, it's, "No, no, I've just been on the night shift. I'm nearly finished. Sit down, and let's take a look, shall we?" The scribe snorts, "Pretty hard, startled myself something fierce, and forgot that there was a large piece of wood right over where my skull would go." For some reason this causes a flush to the dusky skinned scribe's complexion. She plops down on the table with a smile, "Sounds dreadful." "I hate night shifts," acknowledges Madilla, though it's clear her attention is on Edyis and her head, and not on the conversation; that is something of a sideline. "But I've always felt it was important to do my share. What were you doing, exactly?" Has she noticed that flush? It's hard to tell. For the moment, she's reached out with cool, dry hands to inspect the younger woman's head, carefully. "Are you feeling dizzy at all?" Her eyes shift, and she leans over. "Can you keep a secret?" She murmurs softly, "A little bit, but it could be the lack of sleep. Stayed up to be safe." She states diplomatically. One of Madilla's eyebrows raises, ever so slightly. A moment later, the second joins it. "I'm a healer," she points out. Of course she can keep a secret. "Mm. That was probably a smart move, yes. Although really, you should have come in sooner." She nods, blushing still. "You see it happened like this, I was dropping off a bottle of wine, and accidentally knocked over two bottles of benden red, first time in a corset, stupid things make you move all funny. Anyway I replaced them with bottles of cooking wine until I can make a trip to benden to actually replace them. Rider came back early and I hid under the bed - Long story short do not hide under R'hin's bed. He has a very dark sense of humor. I should let him drink the cooking wine for it really." The story makes Madilla pause; it even has her hands withdrawing from Edyis' head for a moment, before, finally, there's the faintest glimmer of a smile. "I can believe that. He's..." Evidently, she fails to come up with an appropriate word. "He's R'hin. Cooking wine, though? From the tithe?" Beat. "How do you feel? Can you concentrate? Do you feel slow, or foggy? Aside from the lack of sleep." Edyis nods, blushing. "There's a ton of extra all the cooks were muttering about it. That and pickles. Really who would make that many jars of pickles. It's only until I get the chance to go to Benden, and only two bottles." She asserts firmly. "No more than usual after pulling an all nighter and a full day. Terrible headache though." "And you're not feeling sick?" Despite the question Madilla seems largely satisfied; or, at least, her prodding ceases. "I've heard about the pickles. H'kon likes them." Madilla seems less certain, though she allows, "They'll certainly be better than starving. All right, Edyis. I'm going to bring a glow close to your eyes; I want to see how your pupils react. It'll only be for a moment, though, all right?" "A little sick, but probably because I haven't eaten breakfast yet I don't feel as though I will vomit." Her nose is scrunching. She nods and follows with the glows when they are presented. "H'kon, that's your weyrmate correct? Alpine wingsecond?" Trying to remember but unable to put a face to a name. The light is not appriciated but she bears with it patiently. The glows are, as promised, only held up for a moment; after that, Madilla really does seem satisfied, setting down the basket and keeping both hands at her side. "Yes, that's right," she confirms. "He's the one with the grumpy face. But perhaps you've not met him. In any case - I don't think you've got a concussion; just a good, solid thumping. Eat something, and then get some sleep; that's my prescription. I'll give you some tea that might help with the pain." She relaxes with a smile. "Tea sounds absolutely lovely, so does food and sleep actually. I don't think I have, but if I see anyone hording pickle jars I will be sure to ask. Thank you for taking a look at me. Now how have you been?" "If you see him hoarding anything, something will be dreadfully wrong, I'm sure of it." Madilla's words are affectionate, though; she may not be terribly inclined towards effusiveness or PDA in general, but it's still clear that, in her own quiet way, she does love her weyrmate. "You're welcome, truly. I'm glad you're going to be fine." She turns away, if only to fuss with water and tea leaves, and says, as she does so, "Oh, I've been well. I'm looking forward to turn's end, when my son comes home." "A taciturn sort of man then?" Edyis is grinning, before mention of Dilan catches her interest. "Oh? Where has he been?" She asks curious watching the healer at her work with fascination. Madilla's pause is brief; her smile amused. "That's a good way to describe him, yes. Dilan's been with his... his father, at High Reaches Hold. I promised Devaki a turn with him. It's been hard, especially with Lilabet off with the Harpers, now." It's rare for there not to be water close to boiling in the infirmary; it doesn't take long for Madilla to produce the tea, and offer the mug towards Edyis, carefully, a tea-towel wrapped around her hand so that she can extend it handle-first towards the scribe. Edyis accepts the tea gratefully blowing on the surface as she listens. "Devaki is his father? He should have some very interesting stories to tell then. I've heard High Reaches has a little bit of a strange outlook given the exiles. I don't know much more than the stories with regard to them of course, before my time here." She can't help but split into a grin when she notes which hall Lilabet has apprenticed to. "Oh but I bet she's excited. I used to wish I could go to a craft hall like my brothers growing up. Probably a little homesick though I would wager." This time, Madilla's nod is more cautious. "I knew Devaki long before he was Lord Holder," she explains, a fact that seems to be important to her. "I understand it's been an interesting turn, but - yes." She holds her hands behind her back, leaning up against the hard surface of the cabinet behind her, not awkward so much as thoughtful. "She pretends she was never homesick," is more cheerful, somewhat inclined towards amused. "I know she was. She's settling in well, though, I think. And how are you, Edyis? Aside from the obvious." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything, just all I know of that lot are the stories, and like most stories, I'm sure they are full of only partial truths." She shifts taking a sip as she considers the question. "Adjusting, but it feels like I'm always doing that though. My stepmother visited a little while after I got back from Monaco, my sisters, Greta and Gerta were accepted into the Weaver Hall together. The usual." "No, no," Madilla is quick to say. "There are certainly plenty of stories, and I know that Dee has seen things that he found... unusual. We try not to judge, but it can be difficult, sometimes." She smiles, listening to what Edyis has to say with apparent genuine interest. "I'm glad to hear it, on all counts. I--" She's interrupted, though, the aide sticking her head around the curtain to catch the healer's attention. "I'd better get back to work," is apologetic. "You'll make sure to get that food and that sleep?" Edyis nods. "Thank you again." Finishing the tea, "I will. Have a good rest of your shift Madilla." With that she's set to leave and find some much needed sleep. |
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