<Rahdrey> Waking up is slow and miserable. It's as if his head is stuffed full of cotton with barbs tangled in. For some reason his face feels ten times larger than it should be, and when he licks his lips experimently, he can taste the iron sweetness of the puckered split lower lip where his flesh was smashed against his teeth. He cracks one eye open, the other so bruised that it's swollen closed, a sticky mix of blood and tears gumming along the eyeline. ".. Fuck.." He croaks, shifting to sit up, his sides aching.
<Rahdrey> and tears gumming along the eyeline. ".. Fuck.." He croaks, shifting to sit up, his sides aching.
<Rhen> "You'd be surprised how often I hear that from bar brawling patients... Of course, usually it's a mix of pain and a hangover. You didn't quite make it that far." Yes Rahdrey, you get to wake up to the mellifluous voice of *Rhen Miardrad*. The voice is coming from off to the sergeant's left, and if he can manage to twist his battered form , he'll see the doctor sitting at a nearby table, filling out some forms. There's a few red stains on his white
<Rhen> There's a few red stains on his white coat - it shouldn't take much to realize what they are and who they're from.
<Rahdrey> It's a process. First, he realizes where he is. The Galen household. This is not somewhere he wants to be after he had arrested Adina.. and then later Mendrick did the same. Second, it sinks in that he had been beaten to unconsciousness and with all the anger he remembers in the atmosphere in that bar he's convinced he should be dead. Luckily his face is far too splotched with purple, red, blue, and brown bruises from Derkin's fists to show much of this revelation. He breathes slowly for a moment, the horror of what could have been a very fatal experience soaking in fully. He slowly turns to look at Rhen. "What happened to that fucking man?" He asks in a demanding tone.
<Rahdrey> bruises from Derkin's fists to show much of this revelation. He breathes slowly for a moment, the horror of what could have been a very fatal experience soaking in fully. He slowly turns to look at Rhen. "What happened to that fucking man?" He asks in a demanding tone.
* Rhen shrugs, putting down his pen and rising from his seat. "He ran from the bar while I and the corporal were stabilizing you. Probably went into hiding. Wasn't my prime concern, to tell the truth." The doctor will move over to Rahdrey, looking him over another moment before nodding and murmuring to himself. "I have some medicine for the pain, if you would like it. May make you rather tired."
<Rahdrey> "Yes.. I remember where your concerns were." He mutters, the words slurring a bit from his battered mouth and bitten tongue. The mage turns, groaning slightly as he shoves himself to his feet. He reaches a hand to the wall to steady himself as he feels rather suddenly light-headed. "Where.. is my .. coat?" He asks in voice forced past the nearly incapacitating headache, lifting his other hand to gingerly dab at his temple where large lumps are still growing. He can feel the scabbing where small cuts clotted, the skin tender.
<Rahdrey> at his temple where large lumps are still growing. He can feel the scabbing where small cuts clotted, the skin tender.
<Rhen> "Probably shouldn't be standing, you know... Gave you something a while ago..." The doctor will follow tentatively, hands in his pockets, as the sergeant speaks. "I left your coat behind the front desk. You know, you haven't been officially discharged yet... Do you have any *idea* what kind of condition you're in right now?" It's not Rhen's fault no one ever listens to him - he's just a doctor, after all. *Everyone* thinks they know more tha
<Rhen> *Everyone* thinks they know more than the trained professional...
<Rahdrey> The mage is quiet, mostly because his head is pounding so loudly he can't hear his own thoughts. He lurches forward then, moving quickly to the table that the doctor was sitting at. He sits down in Miardrad's recently vacated chair, desperate to attain the seat before his own faculties fail him. "I need a letter sent." He sifts through the papers until he finds one that's clean, concentrating intently on that simple task. The pen is taken up and he scratches out a simple note, 'Galen Infirmary. Send Private Eddings. -Sgt. Orson'. "Take this to the gate.. please."
<Rahdrey> that simple task. The pen is taken up and he scratches out a simple note, 'Galen Infirmary. Send Private Eddings. -Sgt. Orson'. "Take this to the gate.. please."
<Rhen> "I'll see to it personally if you'll lie back down. One of the nurses should be up front if you need anything - I've had a prescription drawn up for the pain if you want it, just let them know." Folding up the note and pressing it into a pocket, the doctor will give the man a nod and duck out of the room - why he's volunteering to go is, perhaps a mystery. Maybe he doesn't want Benton going to talk to the Ourani. Likely Benton's not even around, wi
<Rhen> Likely Benton's not even around, with Adina's sudden, odd illness.
* Rahdrey murmurs something that sounds possibly like agreement. He won't move right away, his feeling particularly unstable even sitting at the table. Likely the man has a concussion, which isn't all that surprising given the lumps on his head.
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* Rhen will move out of the building, a few parting words to the night-shift nurse on the condition of the Ourani patient, and he's gone. Down the street, towards the gate. The cold air hits him hard, and brings back the memories of that incident in the bar - it could have easily gotten out of hand. People could have been *killed* - it was very possible that the mage could have become desperate and lobbed a fire spell that torched everyone - those two i
<Rhen> spell that torched everyone - those two idiots, him, Lanva... But of course, there's an oath to uphold - an oath to care for the injured. He would have insisted on tending to those rebellious morons too, if they'd lost the fight. It's a lot to think about - it's not winning him any favour with either side, that's for sure. Now would be an *excellent* time for a drink, but there's a letter to send.
<Sinari> At the gate the doctor will encounter the usual mix of Ourani and Frost Watch representation. The Watch checks everyone coming and going, and the Ourani are there to be sure that things stay legitimate. Things are fairly quiet, the wharf calm as the evening settles in and there aren't any new ships putting into port, or embarking. The Ourani on duty at the gate are two men, a young private, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, and an
<Sinari> seventeen, and an older corporal, in his late thirties.
<Rhen> "Ah... Gentlemen?" The doctor will approach the Ourani soldiers, drawing the note from his pocket and holding it out to the nearest one. It's rather clear from his body language that he doesn't want to be here right now. "One of my patients asked that this be sent to you - a Rahdrey Orson, to be exact. I'm assuming you gentlemen can take it from here?" That drink is becoming more and more of a good idea now...
<Rhen> now...
<Sinari> The younger fellow steps forward to take it, unfolding it and looking it over. It's not marked or sealed, so he has no reason to think he can't look at it. His face crinkles in confusion, then looks over to the older soldier, passing the parchment on. The man takes a quick glance, then shoves the letter back at the private and speaks in a low, commanding tone. "Go find Captain Danes. Give it to him. Send someone to replace me
<Sinari> someone to replace me at the gate." He turns back to Rhen. "Take me to the sergeant, doctor." This soldier is a bulky man with a thick black beard and weather-toughened face. At his side is a bastard sword, and he's wearing chainmail.
<Rhen> "Well... I'm not sure that he's up to seeing anyone, state he's in..." But then, the man doesn't seem to be *asking*... "Alright, follow me - but I won't have my patient awoken if he's resting..." Great... No chance at stopping off at a bar *now*. Rhen will stuff his hands back into his pockets, wishing now that he'd brought gloves, and will lead the way back to the infirmary in silence.
<Sinari> The man wasn't asking and will follow immediately. He's content with the silence. This is a man rarely seen in town, one of the grizzlier sorts that wasn't chosen with the units that interact with the people on a day-to-day basis. Usually this man is doing ship inspections and guard duty on the docks, dealing with the rougher sailor crowds. He doesn't even ask what happened, just walks, a tall and foreboding figure behind Rhen.
<Sinari> figure behind Rhen.
* Rhen will be all too happy to avoid the conversation - he's not a social sort himself, and even though he dreads leading the Ourani soldier back through town, at least he's not one of those overly talkative, annoying sorts. At long last they'll come back through the infirmary, Rhen only pausing at the desk to ask if Orson has been up for anything. It's more of a formality than anything else - he's heading back there anyways to check on the sergeant.
<Rhen> there anyways to check on the sergeant.
<Sinari> The soldier watches as Rhen asks, waiting in silence, imposing. Orson hasn't strayed from the bed once he collapse in it again, and the nurse says she thinks he's still awake. This Ourani man would have gone straight to see the sergeant, but he isn't sure where Orson is and the infirmary is fairly large.
* Rahdrey is barely awake, laying in the bed going over what happened again and again in his mind. His skull is pounding and he feels sick to his stomach from the headache, but he's convinced that he remembers most of what happened. That stranger struck him first, as did the trader. Things went downhill from there.
* Rhen will show the man back, looking over the sergeant before turning back to the new Ourani man. "Again... I'm not sure if my patient is up for much... He's quite injured - barely conscious. I don't know that he's ready to be discharged just yet, but if you want to talk to him... You might want to make it quick." He'll wave over towards the bed before returning to his desk, picking up a clipboard and making a few notes on it.
<Rhen> a few notes on it.
<Rahdrey> Rhen may not be very appreciative of what happens next. The soldier moves in to the sergeants side, leaning in to guage his health for himself. He speaks a few words in a soft mumble in Orson's ear. Rahdrey turns, hefting himself up enough to spit out some bloody saliva. Then he gestures towards Miardrad, ".. Arrest him.."
<Rhen> It takes a moment for it to sink in that Rahdrey is talking about *him*. When it does, he'll jolt upright, dropping the clipboard and letting it clatter back to the desk. "What!? *Me*?!" Ungrateful bastard! "What in the *hell* did I do?! I *saved* you, Orson!" Augh! Rhen's not about to run or fight, but he certainly seems angry enough. Then again, this is probably justified, given the situation.
<Rahdrey> Ahh, but see.. in the Ourani military people follow orders. Rank matters and in a situation like this, the last thing Orson wants is someone that will question his command. There's a reason he sent for his own people. He doesn't have to explain himself and is in no condition to do so. The large man jets forward at Rhen, not caring about his protests or who he is. If the doctor doesn't move he'll be pushed up against the wall by the hefty Ourani soldier.
<Rahdrey> against the wall by the hefty Ourani soldier.
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<Rhen> "Augh! Bastard!" To his credit, Rhen's not fighting the man - he likely *couldn't* if he wanted too. "Orson! What in the *hell* are you arresting *me* for?! I didn't even raise a bloody *finger* against you! I pulled your unconscious body out that bloody pub and *saved* you!" That's never been a crime as far as Rhen could recall, but he's never really had to face down the law before. Doctors don't usually get arrested.
<Rhen> get arrested.
* Rahdrey isn't going to waste energy on his reasoning. He knows why he's arresting the doctor and once he's able to he'll deliver a full report to his commanding officer. The corporal produces a set of cuffs from somewhere beneath his heavy leather coat. He shoves Rhen at the wall again to shut him up while he reaches to pry the doctor's arms around behind his back. This soldier has thick muscled arms under that chainmail and leather, and smells of oil, sweat, and metal. He doesn't have much in the way of people skills..
<Rahdrey> chainmail and leather, and smells of oil, sweat, and metal. He doesn't have much in the way of people skills..
<Rhen> "Son of a... At least let me leave word with the nurse!" That wall *hurts*... And Rhen's not even putting up a fight! "I'm not bloody fighting... You could at least let me leave word." He's at least true to his word in that regard - he's moving his arms voluntarily, cursing under his breath. Typical - try to help the Ourani, and they haul your ass in for it. Stupid bloody oath! "Goddammit Orson..."
<Sinari> It's around this time that Captain Danes arrives at the infirmary with several men and nimodo in tow. Six in all. He strides into the infirmary and demands of the nurse to show him to the sergeant. This is the second time the Galens have had a swarm of Ourani in their home.
* Rahdrey simply lays back again, closing his eyes. Does he feel bad about it? To a degree, but he knows what his job is and if he doesn't follow through properly he'll never get out of this horrible town. The corporal finishes restraining Rhen and twists him around. "What word? I'll tell her." See? Not completely heartless, just mostly.
<Rhen> "Tell her where I'll be, that I'll be out for a while. If anyone comes looking for me... Tell her I said I'm sorry, and not to come after me..." There's only *one* person who would actually come looking for Rhen... Well, Durean might, but only if he's out of drugs. The last thing he wants is Lanva causing trouble on his behalf - she's probably in enough trouble as it is. "Sorry Lanva..."
<Sinari> The corporal grunts, his gaze on the sergeant again. He hears the soldiers entering and takes Miardrad by the arm, pulling him along and out to the main room. "Sir, Orson is in there, he looks bad. He wanted this one arrested." Captain Danes is a tall, leaner man, with a hard angular face and fierce expression. He nods and moves past them into the room, to see to his soldier. If Rhen wants to pass his message along now, he
<Sinari> along now, he has the opportunity. The nurse is standing off to the side, watching with wide eyes.
<Rhen> "Ritta... Run along back to the front now... The sergeant will want his coat before he leaves - you'll have to sign the discharge papers for me. Fill that prescription and give it to him. Go now." After the initial shock, Rhen seems to have calmed down - that's not to say he's particularly *pleased*, but what's he going to do? Fight off the Ourani army? Yeah. Riiiiiight.
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<Sinari> "Save your supplies, we'll see to the man with our own physicians." The corporal states in a flat tone. He doesn't know why he's arresting this doctor, and he's not going to take any chances with medicines or anything else. There are several soldiers backing him up now, and they wait quietly for the captain to return. After perhaps ten minutes, Danes calls for a couple of men to help support Orson back to the wharf. He himself
<Sinari> wharf. He himself returns to the main room, studying Rhen. "I appreciate your fair treatment of my sergeant, I'll see to it that you are given better accomodations."
<Rhen> "I do my job, officer. I keep my oaths - helping and healing." It's all Rhen will say - he'll try to manage a shrug, but otherwise will remain impassive, waiting to be lead away. At least the hour's fairly late, and he doesn't have to summer the same fate of Adina. Currently, his biggest concern is getting enough alcohol to keep him going - aren't prisons notorious for not providing that kind of stuff? Withdrawl is not a fate he wants to meet - a
<Rhen> is not a fate he wants to meet - a bit ironic that *that* is his prime concern, but then, that's Rhen for you...
<Sinari> The captain will see to it that Rahdrey's effects are collected, and he'll make sure that Rhen gets a coat draped around him as well. The two men that were sent to fetch Orson return, the sergeant supported between them with an arm slung over the shoulder's of both. His head is hanging limp, all the movement making him feel dizzy and disoriented again.
<Rhen> Well, Rahdrey's own people had said that *their* physicians would take care of him. Those physicians probably weren't trained in Ignaria, and for all Rhen knew, they may very well use *leeches* as a cure, but it's been made clear that Orson is no longer his patient. Not like he could tend to the man now anyways. Instead, he'll just follow along with the procession, muttering about the cold and the trouble.
<Sinari> The group of soldiers crosses back to the docks. The captain doesn't seem terribly interested in Rhen, but the doctor recieves no further rough treatment. As soon as they're through the gate, he has Orson taken to one of the ships to be cared for. Next he sends one of his troupe to fetch Lieutenant Arroz. Finally he escorts Miardrad to another ship, and has him locked into a small cabin, but it has a bed at least, and a small w
<Sinari> least, and a small window in the door to let in light from the hallway.
<Rhen> Beds are all well and good, but Rhen has to wonder about the question of alcohol first and foremost. For now, he'll try to push the thought out of his mind and sleep - it's his only defense when there's no booze about, but luckily, he's rather good at it. He'll likely sleep all day if he's not interrupted. Hopefully they'll just... Release him soon enough. Not like he has much of a choice, or a defense, but then, he committed no crime that *he* ca
<Rhen> he committed no crime that *he* can think of. Little Ourani prick...
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