78thth of Winter 518AV
”Hello, what can I help you with today?” The Chiet Inarta that came to Lani was unnervingly friendly for such a morbid place to work. Surrounding Lani were the starving, sick, and injured. Winter had taken a toll on the whole mountain, and it seemed the Infirmary was slammed. Lani had taken the most time she could to wait until she had no choice but to seek medical help, there were only so many things she was able to care for on her own, this was not one of them. She had already ruined her sheets and multiple pairs of undergarments. There seemed to be not enough rags to sop up the painful events happening in her insides, and although the twenty-two year old was not new to the horrors of menstruation, she had never experienced anything as painful or persistent as these symptoms. Getting from her dwelling to the infirmary had been just about all she could have mustered. Paired with the recent retraction of portions for eating, Lani was not in good shape.
”I bleed,” The Chiet seemed immediately concerned, dark brown eyes searching Lani’s immediately visible skin for cuts or wounds that could cause such a thing, and the mixed blood shook her head. Her hands had been cupping her lower abdomen during her whole wait, as if taking the pressure from the roiling cramps and odd shivering would make it worse. But now she had to relieve one hand of its duty to hold her together, and point at her affected area. ”Here.”
”Oh,” The woman seemed to visibly relax, moving closer to Lani and wrapping one arm around her shoulder to help guide her to a bed. It concerned Lani that specifying the location had relaxed the medical Chiet, because it had worried the mixed blood considerably more. She realized she was wearing her black Bryda, so the woman could not see the blood that had thoroughly soaked more than half of the garment during her wait. Deciding that the woman would see soon enough, Lani waddled over to the bed that the Chiet directed her to, carefully sliding onto the leather wrapped mattress that had a thin veil of cotton for sheets. She recognized it was for easy cleaning, but something about it made her uncomfortable.
”My name is Kirro, what is yours?”
”Lani,” The Mixed blood muttered.
”Okay, hi Lani. I’m just going to ask you a few questions, and if necessary we will go get an Avora.” The Chiet spoke in a slow comforting tone. Lani didn’t like it, because she wasn’t sure if it was slow because of her clear lack of grasp on the language or because the Chiet was trying not to panic her. The thought that she had a reason to panic and shouldn’t only made Lani begin to panic. She had worked hard to make her breathes even and measured through the convulsions that had been wracking through her all afternoon, but as she laid back on the bed they were coming in in short shattered gasps. Each breathe demanded more from her and took away from her ability to distract herself from the pain, which meant she was beginning to wear it on her face.
”I bleed,” The Chiet seemed immediately concerned, dark brown eyes searching Lani’s immediately visible skin for cuts or wounds that could cause such a thing, and the mixed blood shook her head. Her hands had been cupping her lower abdomen during her whole wait, as if taking the pressure from the roiling cramps and odd shivering would make it worse. But now she had to relieve one hand of its duty to hold her together, and point at her affected area. ”Here.”
”Oh,” The woman seemed to visibly relax, moving closer to Lani and wrapping one arm around her shoulder to help guide her to a bed. It concerned Lani that specifying the location had relaxed the medical Chiet, because it had worried the mixed blood considerably more. She realized she was wearing her black Bryda, so the woman could not see the blood that had thoroughly soaked more than half of the garment during her wait. Deciding that the woman would see soon enough, Lani waddled over to the bed that the Chiet directed her to, carefully sliding onto the leather wrapped mattress that had a thin veil of cotton for sheets. She recognized it was for easy cleaning, but something about it made her uncomfortable.
”My name is Kirro, what is yours?”
”Lani,” The Mixed blood muttered.
”Okay, hi Lani. I’m just going to ask you a few questions, and if necessary we will go get an Avora.” The Chiet spoke in a slow comforting tone. Lani didn’t like it, because she wasn’t sure if it was slow because of her clear lack of grasp on the language or because the Chiet was trying not to panic her. The thought that she had a reason to panic and shouldn’t only made Lani begin to panic. She had worked hard to make her breathes even and measured through the convulsions that had been wracking through her all afternoon, but as she laid back on the bed they were coming in in short shattered gasps. Each breathe demanded more from her and took away from her ability to distract herself from the pain, which meant she was beginning to wear it on her face.
