Logs:Sprains and Sparring
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| RL Date: 16 February, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Keysi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis has an injury. Keysi offers drugs. |
| Where: Infirmary, High reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to correct anything. Or add change adjust anything I might have missed. |
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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.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 19 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Keysi F 16 5'7" athletic, brown hair, blue eyes 7s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Dragon Infirmary Inner Caverns Offices
>-----------------------------------------< 10D 1M 37T I10, winter night >---< The infirmary is a spotless place, as it should be. However, dust doesn't clean itself. Rather quiet in the later hours, the apprentice on duty this late evening is on her hands and knees with a rather raggedy old piece of cloth, scrubbing the nooks and cranies of the narrow but elongated room. The couple of patients present are fast asleep at the other end of the room, cast into some semblence of privacy by their somewhat thick but not fully concealing curtains. Keysi moves along the floor a few scuffles at a time as she works away the night on her given task, and she seems overly focused on it to boot. Dark eyes peer about the infirmary as Edyis makes her way into the room, searching about for whoever's on duty. She's dressed in workout clothes, complete with flushed cheeks, sweat and frizzy curls escaping her usually tidy braid. One hand is held protectively against her chest, and she sounds a little out of breath as a soft soprano "Hello?" can be heard. A few brief moments pass between the call and an answer- the answer being the dark haired, grey-blue eyed apprentice standing up from behind one of the longer counters at the front of the room. Being that the counter is so close to the entrance, she may be a lot closer than what may have been readily anticipated as well. An intense, studious second or two lapse as Keysi observes the other slightly older girl from head to toe, before responding with a cool but polite voice, "How may I help you?" The rag is balled up between her hands and set to the side of the counter, hands pat together lightly to rid them of the worst of the grime. "Mm." Moving with quick short strides to the grey-eyed apprentice. "I was blowing off some steam in the workout room, but I forgot to use gloves or wraps. I think I may have overdone it." She says a bit as she rests her swelling hand on a clean bit of counter. "Hurts now when I try to spread my fingers or twist my wrist." Keysi steps aside, and motions for Edyis to come the rest of the way into the infirmary and, presumably, take a seat. The overnight journeyman is also seated nearby of course, head propped up on a hand with his elbow squarely resting on the table. Tired but watchful eyes are on the pair. As if they'd let an apprentice rule the roost on her own. The apprentice seems to leave a bit to be desires on the bedside personality front. The emotionless and perhaps overly intense demeanor continues. "I'm Keysi, apprentice healer." She begins. "What's your name, and how old are you? Have you had any trouble with this before- sprains, strains, fractures of note?" Despite the rain of initial questions, at least the way she talks bares quite a bit of confidence as she plucks up a quill from the counter and scribbles a few notes on an oversized log book. Edyis blinks unused perhaps to the flood of questions. "Edyis, and I'll be twenty next month. Just the usual, mostly bruises. I try to be careful to avoid sprains, but they do happen." She tilts her head as though cataloging the younger girl's face. "Nice to meet you Keysi, I think." "Where do you go to workout?" Keysi's train of questioning continues, but that particular question seems a little less 'for the books' and more as a personal inquiry. She fills out the information given into little columns in the log. "I just arrived," She clarifies, "about a sevenday or so ago. I used to have a lot of sparring partners at the Hall but they've had me so busy in here I haven't had a chance to look for good places to train." The apprentice puts the writing utensil down and turns her back to dunk and shortly scrub her hands in a lightly steaming waterbasin on a nearby side counter. "You may take a seat." Is offered, though with what is apparently her normal tone, it's hard to tell if it's a command or a gentle suggestion as it should be. Edyis smiles as she takes a seat. "Well I'd be happy to spar with you if you would like. My normal partner is indisposed of late." Her mouth losing some of its curve, wincing a little as the movement causes some discomfort. "There's a workout room that is good for it. Plenty of riders who spoil for a good fight every now and then too. Did you want a weyr posting, or was it something assigned to you?" Keysi seems to be brought almost out of her overly hardened shell by the concept, "Given your hand not be broken, perhaps we could have a few rounds." There's quite a spark lit in her icy eyes and perhaps the start of a grin as she mulls over the concept of having more- and new- partners for such things. The change of subject made all of it, however, dissolve and a slight shrug is offered as she pulls up a small mobile stool beside Edyis. "It's part of this program. Given the past circumstances, we're under new training to work with Weyrs on a more in-depth level. I'm not sure if you've heard some of the talk." Her words are obviously being carefully chosen, as if being politically correct has prioirity. She holds out her hand to take Edyis' injured one should she allow. Edyis laughs, as she catches that spark. "I think you will fit in around here just fine." Though at mention of the training program she frowns. "Don't worry so much about being politically correct around me, but yeah I was visiting back home when the goldrider... it upset a lot of folks. Can't say I understand it since I've never impressed myelf. Dragonriders are queer folks though." The caution lingers, especially given the journeyman's ears closeby, "Aye, but it seems much a sore spot and I believe will continue to be for quite a long time. The training of how to understand how Weyr- and dragon-folk think has been more tedious than mindhealing lessons." Wordchoice alone offers that mindhealing is certainly not her cup of tea. Keysi's intense attention turns to Edyis' hand which she takes into both of her own- palm to her palms with thumbs pressing in anatomical order from the end of her radius and ulna to very particular aspects of each tiny bone of her wrist. Each press is followed by a pause to gauge her reaction. Speaking of sore spots, "Ow." She murmurs when the healer pokes around her wrists and knuckles. She can't help but smirk at the mention of mindhealers. "I don't know they are quite the clever bunch. I've met a few that could have the truth of a matter out in the open before you realized you had ever spoke." She continues to provide small noises when painful spots are prodded but studies the younger girl thoughtfully. "So what about before the hall? Where did you come from before you apprenticed?" The kneading put focused palpation continues up each long bone of her hand to each of her fingers in turn, looking for any specific crunch, shift or dramatic squeal. Keysi doesn't provide much of a response through expression, certainly, but a few moments of tense silence follow the more positive opinion of mindhealing. The topic change is welcomed, "That could be a long answer." Was noted off-handedly as she switches from palpating the bones in turn, to flexing her wrist very, very slowly up, down, and side-to-side. "But complicated story short, I've been to a lot of places. Small family, traveled for journeyman work and other things.. frequently. It was nice to finally have one spot to stay for a few turns, though you meet a lot of good fighters on the road." She looks up at the other girl for a moment, "Though most don't exactly want to spar with a little girl. What about you? What do you do here?"
"Trading family then?" To her credit, she doesn't much squeal, rather she simply makes a grimace in discomfort. At least until she's forced to use the full range of motion in her wrist as its bent up and down. The sound is a clipped one, the former scribe focusing intently on the girls' story. "So all crafters then?" She tilts her head when the question gets turned on her. "I bartend some nights in the Riders' Lounge, record work too on occasion. Mostly though I spend my time learning whatever I can." "I imagine you could call it that." Keysi doesn't really seem willing to slap a label on it, "Aye, my mother in particular put a lot of pressure on learning, being a Smith herself. My father was less involved in all that, but still a useful entity." Odd way of putting it, perhaps. Keysi finally ended the pain, gently letting her have her hand back. She stood from her stool and lifted a finger as a 'one moment' sort of signal. The apprentice stepped over to the journeyman and in a quiet but methodical voice seemed to list her findings from the exam and her thoughts on recommendations. A mumbled agreement and bored 'go ahead' motion of his hand offered the older healer's permissions to continue. Keysi returned and started shuffling through some supplies in a drawer next to the bed, "You make any particularly special drinks? Any particular subjects you focus your studies?" Edyis grins, "I'll introduce you to my specialty sometime. It's called whiskey in a clean glass." She's grinning even as she watches the shuffling of supplies. "The Lounge isn't a place for fancy drinks it's more... How to explain. It's a place made for just getting together and being rowdy, not quite as breakable as the Snowasis." Keysi pulls a long stretchable piece of 1" cloth from the drawer that is neatly rolled. "Good news is, your hand doesn't seem to be broken, just a pretty good sprain. The bad news is, you'll have to go about a fortnight-" A corrective cough from the sleepy journeyman behind her adjusted her statement "about a month, rather, without hitting anything with that hand. A stress fracture is still possible, but I doubt it. Cold compress 3-4 times per day for the next week, keep this wrap on, minimize use." She rather fluently begins wrapping her hand from lower arm to mid-fingers in multiple layers of the compression wrap that close-but not quite-feels to immobilize the wrist and fingers. "Do you want to take something for the discomfort?" Is also offered, and not assumed. "I will have to visit the lounge then, at some point." "That kinda sucks. Sorta the best way to blow some steam." She murmurs as the girl works on wrapping her hand. "Eh, I don't know that it would help all that much. So long as it doesn't make me loopy. But yes, you should. Savannah Wing has a poker game once a week, and I hear Glacier's back from the hold so you might find a few good sparring partners." Keysi loops a few loose threads into pre-designed holes at the tail end of the wrap to bind it in place. A quick departure from Edyis is met with a swift enough return and she holds a very small jar with an air-tight lid in her hands to offer towards the other's good hand. "This is a mixture of fellis and meadowsweet. It's my favorite for sprains, from more personal experience. Decreases the inflammation with meadowsweet and the combination helps decrease the narcotic effects of the fellis. Mix with tea, klah, whatever you'd like, though no alcohol. And as much as I appreciate the conversation, I think you should get some rest for what remains of the night." And the thought is sincere, even if she lacks much emotion to her voice. A bonus indeed to finding a fighter particularly near her age group. |
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