Closed Stumbling through the Dark (Aidara)

[Syrin]

Time Stamp: Day 14, Fall, 512AV Location: The Infirmary and the Ravaged Aeries Walking down the long hall, Syrin sees a elderly man wearing a dirty white lontev walking towards him. Suddenly, the man stops, brings his arm up to his mouth, and starts coughing violently in the hallway. Concerned by the severity of the cough, he jogs over to him and asks, “Is their anything I can help you with, Sir.” Syrin notices the blood trickling down from the side of his mouth. The old man glances up at him and sees the talon sword hanging by the young man's side. He shakes his head and says to him with a sneer on his face, “Don't call me Sir young master. Nobody of your high status would ever call me Sir. Just leave a dying man alone in peace.” Syrin nods to him, but he is confuse at the old man refusal to accept a courtesy, and he looks at the man and says to him, “I'll go and find you a healer. Maybe they can treat your illness.” Syrin turns to leave and a rough hand grabs his arm. The man looks at him with a smile, but he shakes his head. He says in a soft voice, “I know you don't understand yet, young master, but the healers of Wind Reach only have time to treat Endals and Avora.” The man spits blood on the floor and gives him a grim bloody smile. He says with a hiss of anger, “They would rather leave a bed empty than treat a Dek. I worked the Inner Warrens around the aeries all my life, and the all the Endal know me by name, but if I am sick or bleeding on the ground, they would rather walk over my corpse rather than have the audacity to stop and see if I am OK.” Syrin looks at the old man in horror as the Dek tells him his sad story, but before he continues the old man looks at him in the eye and interrupts him, “Young master the winds of change are coming to Wind Reach, and eventually the Endal and the Avora will finally have to look at us in the eye. You should never come to the city” The Dek slumps to the ground and starts coughing violently again the hallway. The old man starts waving him off as the coughing fits grow worse. Syrin takes a deep breath and says to the old man, “I'll see if I can convince someone to help you. If I can't, I'll see if I can get you some water at least.” The old man snorts a laugh of disgust through his coughing fits as Syrin turns and walks down the hall to the Infirmary. When Syrin makes it to the door of the infirmary, he opens the door and walks into a large room with high ceiling. He looks up at the stained glass windows on the ceiling. He smirks to himself when he sees a image of tiny white eagle flying through the glasses' light blue sky. He turns his attention back to the room, and he sees a young woman with red hair tied up in a tightly braided bun. She turns when she notices his eyes on her. While walking toward him, the young woman gives him a smile and a looks him over. She says to him politely, “You don't look sick or injured Sir. Can I help you with anything?” Syrin looks over the young healer noticing the two gnosis of Rek'keli on her person. He knows from the description of Endal Aidara this woman wasn't her, but he decides to tell her about the old man in the hallway. He notices an older man by a occupied bed watching him, and he says to the young woman, “Hello my name is Syrin Heron and I am looking for Endal Aidara. I have to ask her about a few questions about something...” Noticing Syrin trailing off, the woman eyes perk up in curiousity and she says to him, “If you have a embarrassing rash, I can help you with it. I understand if you want to keep it well... hush hush.” Syrin eyes go wide and he laughs out loud, “No no I am perfectly fine my question isn't medical at all.” He sees her frown slightly and says to him, “Well that is too bad..., but Aidara is busy right now. You should make a appointment with her and come back tomorrow.” Syrin nods in understanding. He is sure the doctor is busy with patients, and she has no time to talk to him about people who are not alive. Remembering the old man in the hallway, Syrin looks at the young doctor and says, “While I was coming to the infirmary. I walked by a old man dressed in a dirty lontev. I think he called himself a Dek, but anyways he was coughing up a storm and when his fits were over. I noticed blood dripping from the sides of him mouth.” The young woman frowns and suddenly looks to the older man. Who is listening to them now. Syrin continues telling the young woman about the sick man, “I was wondering if you could treat him. The man looks like he has one foot in the grave already, and he said he was refused treatment. I don't understand much about Wind Reach, and its customs yet, but is that true? If it is true can I least have a glass of water to give him?” The young woman eyes shoots towards the older doctor, and Syrin notices he is shaking his head at her. She gives him a angry scowl and looks back to Syrin with a weary smile. She says softly, “Let me see if I can talk to Aidara about the Dek. I can't promise you anything, but I can at least promise you a pitcher of water.” She whirls around and goes talk find the doctor called Aidara.

[Aidara]

"No no, you just have to sit still."
"MOMMY!"
"She's not here. You don't even know who your mommy is."
"DADDY!"
"Yeah, that's not going to work either. Sit...no...no...Sit!"

Though she tried to keep the irritation from her voice, Aidara found herself pinching the bridge of her nose, breathing deeply in order to keep from swatting at the Yasi who squirmed around on the Infirmary bed before her. The little boy was only eight or nine, short and scrawny but with an attitude to make up for his lack of stature. From the moment he had passed through the door, the boy had been trouble.

In an attempt to shirk his Bendi, Trai had given his group the slip and immediately ran to the very first place all little children seem to run when they want to hide- the Archery Ranges. Why they all thought it was a good idea, Addy would never understand, but Yasi these days seemed to be inordinately drawn to the pointy, sharp, deadly place.

Trai had only been there for a few chimes at most, according to witnesses, before he decided to help the Avora who were practicing, dodging between the targets and fetching the stray arrows. Of course, it was only a matter of time until a stray shot went whistling past the target and thunking solidly into the small boys upper thigh.

"Don't touch i-i-i-t!" Since crying for his parents failed to work (considering Addy knew that he, like herself, had no idea who his parents were), Trai tried for the water works. The arrow head was lodged deep into the meat of his leg, the shaft having snapped as the boy flailed around on the ground before the adults were able to reach him. Now, Addy had the pleasant job of trying to hold the little brat down and remove the rest of the arrow.

"If you don't calm down, you're not going to like what happens, Trai." Narrowing her green eyes, Addy attempted to snarl at the boy through her gritted teeth as he started kicking his legs wildly, crying louder as the motion continued to aggravate the wound. Her attempt at intimidation failed horribly as the Yasi's cries simply drowned her out. It didn't help that even at his young age Trai could almost overpower her.

Able only to spare a glance, Addy managed to catch Miquel's attention, signaling the older man with a toss of her head towards the cabinet where they kept the sedatives. "Trai, stop it! You're only making it worse!"

"I. DON'T. WANT. TOOOOOO!" The howl echoed around the rest of the infirmary, causing what occupants weren't already staring to turn and look now. It was only the sight of Miquel, cloth in hand, slipping up behind the boy that allowed Addy to keep her patience what so ever.

"YOU CANT MA-" In one deft motion, Miquel wrapped an arm around the little boys shoulders, slipping the cloth over his nose and supporting his weight as the drug took effect, knocking him out cold. Carefully laying the limb body back onto the bed, Miquel shook out the glyphed cloth and folded it neatly into quarters.

"Best invention ever, this." He said in his quiet way, moving to replace the cloth to it's shelf along the wall. He was referring to the fabric, soaked in the pulp of a plant found on the cliffs of Mt Skyinarta that, when inhaled or absorbed through the pores, put the patient into an unconscious state.

"I didn't trust them at first, but they prove handy. It doesn't last long, but it..." As soon as Miquel backed away from Trai, Addy had practically pounced on the boy, her hands deftly tearing away the bloodied bryda so that she could access the entrance wound while simultaneously forgetting to finish her sentence.

Luckily for the boy, the arrow had glanced off the side of the target and lost a lot of momentum before it struck him; the head hadn't even buried itself fully into his leg, though the flailing that he had done had wriggled it a tad bit deeper. All in all, an easy fix.

Taking a fresh, wet cloth, Addy tabbed at the broken skin, attempting to clear away and dirt or clinging debris that could possibly cause an infection. It took only a moment or two, and she set the cloth aside for a pair of strong tweezers. Glancing up to note the steady rise and fall of the boys chest, Addy carefully gripped the exposed metal of the arrow head, shifting it back and forth ever so gently to loosen it. Trai groaned and shifted, Addy immediately lifting a hand for assistance.

Miquel was there immediately, a gentle pressure on the boys shoulder and pelvis holding him in place while Addy dove back in. It took only a chime or two of wriggling before the head was loose enough that the little healer could grasp what was left of the shaft and gently ease the weapon out of the boys leg.

Passing off the broken arrow to a nearby attendant, Addy had to immediately press a fresh cloth to the wound; when the arrowhead was removed, it ripped out a clot, causing the wound to bleed freely once more. Closing her eyes and quickly finding her calm center, Addy reached for the golden thread that was her power and dove into Trai's wound.

The germs that lingered around the broken flesh were the first to go, burned away by the golden awesome that was Addy's healing gift. It was quick work to mend the broken veins that spilled their blood, the tissue gently mended back together again.

"He'll still need stitches." Green eyes opened slowly when the healer released her power, removing the cloth she had clamped down on his leg. Sure enough the bleeding had stopped. "Just get me some..."

"Aidara?" Keah slipped up next to the small woman, a gentle hand on her shoulder drawing her away from the boy. A tilt of her head was all the instruction Miquel needed to take over the job, needle flashing as he began to stitch the wound; and not a moment too soon, as Trai was already beginning to stirr.

"Yes?" Dipping her hands in to the wash bowl and wiping them on the cloth there, a ginger brow arched as the small woman looked up at her tall associate.

"There is a man here to see you. He said a..a..." Keah flushed, and looked down. "A Dek. There is an old, sick Dek." She finished, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"I see. Who?" Wordlessly, Keah pointed at the raven haired stranger that stood waiting in the doorway. Placing the towel down, Addy wound between the Infirmary beds and towards the waiting man.

"I am Aidara... I heard you were looking for me?"

[Whimsy]

Aidara

Experience	Lore
+1 Intimidation	Removing an Arrow from Flesh
+1 Medicine

Comments
Gave you what I could for such a short thread! Addy's altercation with the little boy was adorably frustrating. I know how she feels. PM me if you have any questions or concerns.

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