Completed The squire meets the doctor (nilika)

[Olaf]

11th of spring Just like yesterday olaf and his patron where training again. Both olaf and his teacher weren't wearing their armor and to give olaf more incentive too block and dodge his teachers blow they were only wearing pants. But if Olaf had to be frank. It didn't seem as if it was really working. He was still taking multiple blows to his body for every single blow of his patron's wooden sword he blocked. He had been enduring a few day's of this exercise already and the marks where there for anybody to see. He was covered in dark bruises on his legs, upper arms and his chest. Olaf gritted his teeth as his teacher's wooden sword hit him on a tender spot again as he failed a block again. “Come on now Olaf, you're still wide open!” His teacher yelled out and lashed out. Olaf brought up his shield. Blocking the blow but he was still pushed back a bit by the force. His patron took advantage of the opening and slammed his wooden training sword on his upper right arm and moments later olaf felt something warm drip down his arm and his patron stopped. Olaf looked at his upper arm and it was bleeding quite a bit. “Shyke.” His patron cursed as he quickly put his training sword away and took his shirt tearing off a piece. “That hasn't happened before. Olaf said, numbed quite a bit to the pain. His teacher tied the piece of his shirt around his upper arm to try and stop the bleeding at least a little. “Don't know how it happened either olaf.” His patron said as he threw his shirt at him. “Maybe spinters from the training sword, no clue. We better get you to a doctor to get it cleaned though.” He said urgently. Olaf got his shirt back on and followed his patron. “Before it gets infected. That's not something to laugh at.” Olaf didn't really get it though, yes it was bleeding. But it didn't really hurt that bad. Just a slight burning sensation. Then again for the last two day's he had been covered in bruises. He just might be getting used to being in pain. So he didn't protest and just followed. Applying pressure to the makeshift bandage so he wouldn't be bleeding all over the city as they walked to the soothing waters anyway. It didn't take long for them arive and olaf was pushed inside. “Err.. is there a doctor around here?” Olaf asked, feeling kinda stupid moments after. Of course there where doctors here. “I had a bit of an accident.” He said with an awkward chuckle and pointed at the now rather soaked rag tied around his upper arm.

[Nilika]

Nilika rushed down the stair and into the third tier of the castle. She had just woken up late and this was not the time to be late. As she sprinted across the hall, she tied her into one ponytail instead of her usual two. A woman stopped the teenager with a face full of worry. “You’re a doctor right, from the Soothing Waters,” the woman asked. The Konti nodded her head in confirmation. “My child fell and he’s bleeding and I don’t know what to do,” she said out. A sigh left her lips as she followed the woman over to her crying child. It was a little girl with a scraped up knee. Nilika lifted the child’s leg up to her face a little as she squatted down to her level. It didn’t seem too bad. “Just clean it and make sure that you wrap it. It’ll be as good as new, and don’t do too much stuff with this leg,” Nilika smiled up at the girl hoping that it calmed her down. It worked and child gave a weak smile in return. Standing up and waving at the pair briefly, she started her way to her job.

Finally reaching the steps to go down to the forth tier, she all but ran down them. With heavy breathes, she reached the bigger part and went to her working room. She collapsed into the chair and stared up at the ceiling. A gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach wondered what Edwyn was doing. There wasn’t anybody in yet so there wasn’t anything she could do at the moment. The room was quiet and had the aroma of burning herbs. It probably was the herbs burning, did sometimes stink of blood. Talking outside in the lobby stole her form her thoughts. The Konti got up and walked to the entrance of the lobby to see what the racket was. Looking over to Ivis staring at the man, she noticed that he was giving the man a face.

Deciding to intervene and quieting the man, Nilika walked up to him. “Hello, yes there are doctors her,” Nilika almost snickered out, “please follow me.” She started to walk back to the room and sit the male down. “My name is Nilika and I would be treating right today. Also please do not try to make much noise. There are people trying to enjoy their stay here,” Nilika said devoted of emotion. “Now what might be the problem.”

[Olaf]

Olaf blushed slightly from embarrassment as he was ushered into another room. He hadn't known that he was being a nuisance to other people around. His patron just watched him go inside of the room and knowing that his squire was in good hands he went back towards the training ground. Most likely going to clean up the equipment they used when they were training. Olaf worked with the doctor and just sat down without making more of a fuss. “Err.. sorry bout the fuss. Didn't think I was that loud. Seemed I was wrong.” He said with a embarrassed chuckle as he curled up his sleeve of his shirt. Exposing the makeshift bandage that was now soaked with blood and quite a few bruises. “I had a bit of a training accident. My patron hit me with one of the wooden training swords and it splintered, cutting me in my upper arm. It doesn't really hurt that much but it bleeds a bit and he said something about maybe there being splinters in the wound.” Olaf honestly explained the situation to the young doctor. She looked to be around his age. It didn't worry him that much though, if she worked here she most likely know what she was doing. It wasn't as if his wound was really that bad in the first place. Just a bleeding cut. Then it hit him that she gave her name, but he still hadn't introduced himself in kind. “Oh right, I'm Olaf. So do you need me to do something else before you can get to work? ” He just asked.

[Nilika]

The Konti looked him at his arm. There were quite a lot of splinters in the wound plus bruises littering the arm. She needed him to take off his shirt, which was most likely hiding even more bruises. For now though, she would focus mostly on his arm. Going to a nearby drawer, she pulled out a pair of tweezers. Nilika bent over to the wound and looked more closely at the wound. She raised the tweezers up and started to pluck out the pieces of wood. It was quite hard to do due to all the blood. Her eyes never wavered from the area of most of the splinters. She missed a few times and felt the patient jerk at times, but about a good 10 chimes letter all the wood was out.

The teenager walked over to bucket of water and rag and struggled to bring them back the area she was working in. She dumped the rag in the clean water and started to dap at the blooded area. She cleaned off the surrounding area and then the wound itself. The daps were gently and sometimes turned into gently circular rubbing. Slowly the rag turned into the ruby red of the substance it was cleaning. She dumped the rag in the water and continued the process until she was confident enough that the wound was fully cleaned.

The blood had stopped during the process of the cleaning and was red with irritation. She brought a chair up behind her and sat down. Ocean blue eyes further examined the wound. It didn’t seem deep at all, mostly looks like a scratch. The splinters had most likely caused the blooding from being pushed in all the time. “How does it feel? Like does it have a cooling sensation or a burning something like that,” Nilika asked looking up at her patient. Now that she finally had a good look at him, he kind of cute and not so old? When she first glanced at him he seemed to look older, but now really seeing him they looked about the same age. “Can you take off your shirt so I can see the rest of your body,” she blushed at the way it sounded and corrected herself immediately, “I mean so that I can see if there any other wound you might be hiding,” she stuttered out. Her blush went a shade darker.

[Olaf]

Olaf did his best to keep himself still as the Nilika began to work on his wound. He couldn't help but twich slightly whenever she pulled a splinter out of the wound. It did hurt a bit. Still if he would complain it would just take longer and it would be a bother to nilika. So he just gritted his teeth slightly and bared with the slight discomfort and the pain. She knew what she was doing though. After ten chimes she put away the tweezers and Olaf relaxed slightly. He guessed the worst was over now. At least it felt a lot better now that there weren't any splinters digging in his flesh anymore. The doctor walked over towards a bucket of water and began to struggle to drag it over to her working area. “You want me to move?” He offered. But the doctor managed to bring over the bucket soon enough. She then started to clean his wound with the rag. He just kept still and watched as she was working. He might not really have much of an interest in medicine. But even he couldn't dismiss the usefulness of knowing how to bind wounds. So he paid as much attention as he could while she was cleaning out the wound. She then asked how it felt. “It's a cooling sensation, I don't feel anything burn anymore. I did earlier though.” He honestly answered. When she asked him to take of his shirt he at first didn't really think any of it. Till he noticed she was blushing. Then he it clicked in his mind and he got a fierce blush that matched his fiery red hair. She stammered out it was just for looking for other wounds. Olaf quickly nodded. Still blushing. “Of course..” He stammered out. “I know you you didn't mean anything by it.” He tried to reassure her. Though the stammering probably didn't really help for it. Still despite the slight discomfort now between them it had to happen. So he just pulled of his shirt. Better to get this over with so his shirt could go back on and he could look at her again without both of them blushing and becoming as red as tomatoes. Just as Nilika had thought, his shirt had hidden a lot of more bruises and quite a few of lesser scratches as well. Olaf had some muscle on his frame, but mostly he was rather on the scrawny side. He then tried his best not to look Nilika in the eyes and to keep the blush under control. Not that it really worked. Once she put the idea in his head it kept spooking around that a girl around his age was almost studying him while he was half naked. He just repeated in his mind that she was a professional, she was a doctor and that it was nothing else.

[Nilika]

The blush stilled stained her face as she examined his torso. Her prediction was right that there was more damage underneath. From seeing him with his buddy and the amount of wounds he carried, she assumed that he was a Knight or was in training to be one. It always frustrated but also fascinated her how Knights could come in banged up, but was willing to go back out and risk their lives. Even though she wasn’t part of the team that dealt with life threatening injuries, but she does hear about it. A sigh of appreciation left her lips as Olaf tried to get rid of the awkwardness. Her gloved hands roamed over her torso looking for any bumps that should not be there in the first place. Some of his bruises were yellowish, showing signs of healing which was still good.

“I’m sorry for that comment about you being loud. I was teasing,” she said almost as soft a whisper, then paid attention to her work again. Her eyes started to zero in on the scratches that littered here and there. Though they were small, but they could cause a type of infection that could hinder his healing. Right now they seemed harmless, so she let her concern for them wonder back up to the bruises that was more recent. One particularly was on his side and she did not like at all. It looked recent and Nilika saw that the bruising was a deep purple and looked to have really hurt. A shutter went up her back at the thought of whatever might have caused it. Then her eyes wandered up to her chest and saw a slightly healing bruise.

He looked alright but he needed to take it easy. She walked to the cabinet and pulled out a roll of bandages. She lifted his arm and wrapped it under and over the injury. The teenager continued the method before tying it into a knot. Then she bent herself over to wrap the binding around his upper body. She moved around him as the wrapping started to encircle Olaf. The procedure continued till part of his chest was wrapped as well. Then she finished it off with a knot on his shoulder. “It would be wise of you to take in easy for a while until the bruises heal, but I have a feeling that you won’t,” Nilika snickered after the last part. “May I ask you something, are you an Inarta perhaps,” the Konti asked tilting her head in a questioning matter.

[Olaf]

“Oh.” Olaf didn't really know how to react to her when she said she had been teasing him. He hadn't even known she had been teasing at the time. “It's fine.” he just said in the end. He almost forgot about the comment already anyway. He kept still as she was working on him. Wincing at times as her gloved hands accidentally poked one of his bruises. After a while of that she pulled back, lifted his arm up and began wrapping the wound on his upper arm and strangly part of his chest up as well. “Not to be contrary here. But why are you wrapping part of my chest up as well? Did I have a cut I didn't know off on my back or something? Or has it to do with my bruises? Just curious.” He asked. He hoped it wasn't anything he had missed. But as far as he could see she was still calm and acting normally. So he guessed it couldn't really be bad. She finished tying up the bandage and he slowly and carefully moved around his arm. The bandage tightened but it didn't really restrict his movement as far as he was concerned. At her coment he let out a genuine laugh. “I would gladly take it easy for a couple of day's. It's my patron who just loves running me through the wringer for day's at a time.” He said with a chuckle. “I'll see if I can't get some lighter training for a day or two. I could use a breather.” The very thought of not having to run around in heavy armor or being beaten with a stick while trying to block those with a shield sounded like heaven to him. “An Inartha? Me?” He gave a small tug at his fiery red hair. Guessing she was most likely asking because of that. “No, I'm born and raised here. My mum was one. But she bailed so long ago that I don't know anything about inartha's aside from that they got red hair and like glass work. That's what my dad told me about them anyway. No clue if it's all true though.” He answered without any hesitation. Not really feeling anything when he was talking about how his mum left him. He never knew her anyway, so how could he feel sad about it? “You're a konti though aren't you?” That was a bit of a stupid question. The gills and scales where a big giveaway on that part. Olaf didn't even know where he was going with this. He just was trying to go with the flow of conversation as much as he was able. “Err. Well. I mean I haven't seen a lot of them around. Then again I don't get out much.” He got nervous again as he was obviously just digging himself deeper now.

[Nilika]

She nodded head in understanding what’s he was saying. Thank goodness she didn’t take off her gloves; she really didn’t want to have a meltdown, especially it being this early. A hand ran through her ponytail as she looked down at the man and realized he had asked her a question earlier. She must have been too focused to realize what he was saying. The teenager only shrugged it off as him mumbling. He seemed like someone to mumble about something, but she wasn’t going to judge him, “I wrapped your chest because you had a bruise there, though it is healing I don’t think you want splinters to pierce it and start bleeding or become infected,” Nilika stared at him evenly.

The Konti looked him up and down making sure that he didn’t have anything else that needed treatment. She walked around and looked at his upper back, nope he was cleared. Her ears zoned in on what he were saying when she walked back around and sat down, “I am a Konti,” she giggled out as he tried to explain himself. A pang of longing resonated in the back of her head. His nervous explanation made her think of Edwyn, she really needed to visit him or something. She smiled at him brightly and told him was alright. He was right; there wasn’t a lot of Kontis she had met in Syliras.

“So are you a Knight,” she asked hesitantly. “I mean Knight,” she stuttered out. She didn’t know much about the Order. There were Knights she treated that told her some of their adventures. Ever since then, Nilika was interested of what made a Syliras Knight did they have to be brave or could they be anything. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” she said while looking at his hair. It was a fascinating color compared to hers.

[Olaf]

The fact she felt pity for him or even the fact his mother being missing for his entire life was something she found sad went completely over olaf's head.He just nodded at her answer as for why the chest wrapping was found necessary. “Sounds reasonable. I don't want to end up here anytime soon.” He just realized how that might have sounded. “I mean, nothing against you, but I don't like getting hurt in the first place. “ he explained awkwardly. But it seemed that she took it all in stride at the last. She even giggled at his last rather obvious question. Saying that yes indeed she was a konti. She then asked something in a language he never heard about. Though he guessed it was the native language of wherever the konti lived. As far as he knew every single race had their own language around here. She quickly corrected herself into common though. He let out a small laugh. “I don't really mind telling. I'm not a knight yet though. Just a squire in training. If everything goes well with my training then I'll be ready to undergo my quest in a year or two and then I'll be a knight.” he explained honestly. Giving her a smile. Trying his best to show that he honestly didn't mind her asking. He reached for his shirt and was just about to ask if she was completely done when he noticed her looking at his hair for some reason. He ruffled through it, not feeling anything wrong with it nor did he feel anything that could have been sticking to his hair. “Err. Is anything wrong with my hair since you're looking at it?” He nervously spoke up. “I mean, not that It's bothering me." She had seen him half naked, so her staring at his hair was an improvement really. "But I rather not look like a complete fool if something got stuck in it.” He might not give much care to his hair. But even he knew enough not too walk around with mud or blood sticking in it.

[Nilika]

Nilika let out a quiet laugh of mirth as he tried not to offend her. If anything, he and others getting hurt helped her get paid no matter how dark it sounded she needed people to get hurt. Though she didn’t want people to purposely hurt themselves to help with her job, but it would help anyway though. She leaned back in the chair and continued to look at his hair as he answered her question about the Knights. So he was a squire, how interesting. So can one cannot just become a knight. Her attention to his red hair shifted to a hand. Why is there a hand in his hair…oh it’s his hand, Nilika answered her own question and directed her eyes up at Olaf.

Ocean blue eyes caught sight of his eyes and smirked. She shook head no as not the worry the boy. “Sorry the color of your hair….just caught my attention,” she tried to form the words in the Common language. It was hard for the Konti describe it but she just found all the different hair that have graced her eyes are just interesting. For majority of her life, she was around people who had mostly black or white hair. Nilika put up a strained smile to try and reassure Olaf, “There’s nothing in your hair.” She gestured to his shirt suggesting that he put it on. “And you’re all good to go. Come back in about 3 days or so for a checkup, don’t want anything to form that isn’t supposed to,” she smiled.