<Bryce> Going to the infirmary could be a death sentence in itself if he runs into Lason first. But, where else is he going to go? He's the only doctor at the barracks and getting stabbed in the chest is not a wound he can treat on himself. By the time they reach the Galen household the healer is looking rather pallid. He can feel the blood slowly seeping into his clothing and all those punches to his side and back are catching up, hurt
<Bryce> catching up, hurting badly now. Once inside the Ourani soldier whose name was supposedly Ragus but is contradicted in another post so thus he shall remain nameless, well anyway, the man will call for a doctor.
<Rhen> Sometimes, it's like fate is out to agonize Rhen. He had just stopped by to drop off Adina's things, along with a hastily-scrawled note when the voice comes echoing through the infirmary. Being the only doctor nearby, that means it falls to him to see to this. Reminding himself mentally that anyone who comes around in the middle of the night screaming for a doctor usually has a reason *better* than 'I can't feel my hair', he'll stride out to the
<Rhen> my hair', he'll stride out to the main area. "Alright, calm down, what's the...Matter." Well, if one had to guess, it would have something to do with the bleeding man in the guard uniform. Shit. Rhen will begin rolling up his sleeves, eyeing that now bloody shirt, and will move to the man's side.
<Bryce> The guard will assist in getting Bryce to a bed at the very least, then retreat without answering any questions because he's so not my npc and thus he leaves. Bryce is actually wearing an impressive layering of clothes. He has a thin undershirt, a thicker overshirt, a sweater, and the heavy white tunic for the watch.. and over that is the heavy white wool cloak. Oh, and he has that scarf stuffed in there under all that. "Who a
<Bryce> that. "Who are you? Where is.. Adina?" His voice has that heavy accent, on top of the strain of trying to speak while in considerable pain from taking breaths.
<Rhen> Thank you ever-so-much, doctor! You're saving my life! Ingrate... They always want Adina. "Adina is... Not here. I'm Rhen Miardrad, I'm going to be your doctor... Unless you'd prefer a different doctor. I could rouse someone." Or you could settle for the fact that you don't get the hot girl treating you. "You look fairly seriously injured though..." Already he's removing layers of clothing, getting at that wound.
<Rhen> that wound.
<Bryce> "Oh.. no.. " He coughs, tensing reflexively with the movement, but does his best not to hinder Rhen. The bruises on his face and neck will become more obvious as the heat of the infirmary begins to warm him up. The young man is looking around nervously, eyes scanning the room. "Lason.. he is not here?" There's fear in his voice, but it could be from the fact that he was just stabbed. As Rhen peels away the many layers of clo
<Bryce> many layers of clothes he'll find that the young man is very lean, not starving, but there's almost no meat on his bones. More noticable might be the sheer number of scars that Bryce has. They're all old, long since healed, but on top of some normal cuts and scrapes, there are long winding lines of damaged skin that could best described as burns, as if a burning vine were wrapped all around him.
<Rhen> "Lason's out drinking himself into a stupor. He'll be back... Hopefully not for a long time." Well, from the looks of it the man's seen his share of time in hospitals. Rhen won't bother asking, instead yanking on some gloves and tying his hair back. Why does a doctor have long hair, anyhow? Once that's taken care of, he'll take the usual readings, heartbeat, etc, and will move the makeshift bandage. "Mmm. Puncture wound. Deep. Possibility
<Rhen> Puncture wound. Deep. Possibility of lung puncture, possible arterial hemorrhaging..." Hard to say who he's talking too - Maybe himself. "Sir, we're going to have to perform a bit of surgery for this... I'll get the nurse to bring some anesthetic."
<Bryce> The young man is wearing an amulet as well, a small metal piece with the relief of a wolf on it, and some strange script on the back. He listens to Rhen, recognizing some of the terms, but some of it is over his head even with all the teaching of Adina. "No.. I cannot stay." He coughs again, wincing as it sends pain spasming through his chest. Damn that asshole of a soldier. "Lason.. he will kill me. No sleep medicine.."
<Bryce> sleep medicine.."
<Rhen> "Well, I can give you a numbing agent, but... You may have to stay, regardless, if you've punctured a lung. Lason can't kill you, not in here." No one *ever* opts for 'sleep medicine'. People these days. Rhen will call for the night-shift nurse, hoping she's awake, to bring him his tools. "Numbing, sleep, or nothing? It's regrettably up to you in the end." Stupid oaths, stupid not giving people medicine they refuse.
<Rhen> medicine they refuse.
<Bryce> Lason *can* and very well might. The fact that he's in a hospital doesn't matter when the person you fear is the one set up to inherit the place. "Numb, okay. No sleep.. please?" His ability to speak is greatly hindered as each breath feels like the blade is stabbing him again. He'll keep his words to the minimum necessary to get the point across. The fact that the healer isn't crying in agony speaks volumes of his threshhol
<Bryce> of his threshhold for pain, but Bryce has always been exceptionally tolerant. The last time he actually complained about something hurting was when he got the burn scars. At least he isn't fighting the man in any way, laying still and being the model patient.
<Rhen> "Sure. No sleep." It's at this point that the nurse comes in, carrying a needle filled with liquid - obviously the numbing agent, and various other effects. Tying his sleeves in place, Rhen will remove a scalpel from his coat, instructing Ritta to administer the numbing agent. "You... May feel some slight pressure, sir - followed by a tingling, and then, numbness. This is perfectly normal." Heh. "Pressure". What useful slang for 'oh god
<Rhen> What useful slang for 'oh god oh god what is that stabbing pain oh god oh god'.
* Bryce just nods faintly, closing his eyes now and trying to relax and keep his breathing even. He's so familiar with these things that he has no worry for what Rhen is doing. The man seems far better at it then he would be, and it's not Lason, who would be laughing maniacally while cutting him. He flinches when he feels the needle, but it's quickly followed by a sigh of relief as the wonderful medicine seeps in. His breathing im
<Bryce> His breathing improves quite a bit as the pain recedes to a more tolerable level and he actually murmurs a, "Thank you.." The nurse, Ritta, will recognize Bryce, since they worked together for months. The woman will likely whisper to Rhen exactly who it is that he's treating right now, muttering about him kidnapping Lason's son.
* Rhen will nod, reminding Ritta in a low tone that it's the responsibility of the Infirmary to treat everyone, even Babythief Bryce Larose. He'll even smile a little when he comes to understand why the man fears Lason - he's messed with the Galen man far worse than Dr. Miardrad could. He'll set in immediately with the scalpel, opening the wound to see the damage. After a few moments, there's a low "Hmmmm..." Is that ever a good sign? Doubtful.
<Rhen> Is that ever a good sign? Doubtful. "Artery suffered little damage... Treatable. Lung punctured, but not badly. Looks like he'll be staying the night, at the least. Ritta, find Adina and let her know - tell her to bring some medicine down."
<Bryce> "No, I cannot stay here for the night. I have to go to the barracks." He says, opening his eyes again and trying to catch Rhen's gaze. "I can rest there.." He knows he'll need to sleep to recouperate, but sleeping in a cell and sleeping here at the infirmary will have little bearing on his recovery, at least in his mind. The barracks poses far less risk of getting into trouble, be it with Lason or Devregon. Plus, there's the
<Bryce> Plus, there's the fact that he has no way to pay for these services. He'll have to hit up Halmar for some money, as much as he hates to do that.
<Rhen> "You are aware that with a punctured lung, you would need someone to stay with you at all times, yes? And that if you start to encounter trouble, the best place for you to be is an infirmary? You know... Because of the *doctors* about?" This fear of Lason's getting a wee bit out of hand at this point. No one can be *that* terrified of the man. Even if he is a collosal dick.
<Bryce> This is just a matter of him getting in trouble with the captain for not being where he's supposed to be. Though, the fear of Lason is rather healthy. Rhen doesn't know about the fights the two of them have been in. "I am a-" He starts to say, but cuts off as pain lances through him from Rhen's work. The numbing agents only go so far, after all. He coughs, struggling to control his breathing again. "Why does.. someone need
<Bryce> does.. someone need to stay?" Bryce asks when he finally manages to relax again. Adina shouldn't be spending time at the barracks with him, especially if that Ghyle fellow is lurking around.
<Rhen> It's certainly odd to be speaking with the patient you're sewing up, but Rhen seems to be taking it in stride. The numbing agent was only temporary, so there's really no time for pausing. He'll finish up the rest in silence, though, before finally looking up at Bryce. "Because. Your lung has a small *hole* in it now. Until that hole closes up, any number of things could happen, rendering breathing impossible. And we all know what *that* leads
<Rhen> And we all know what *that* leads to. I'm sure Adina will be willing to stay with you." Ritta returns at this point with the medicine, explaining that Adina is on her way down. Rhen will mix the ingredients into a cup of tea, handing it to the man. "Drink this slowly. We've got you patched up, now we just have to make sure you stay that way. I'll write a letter explaining that you may be out for a while..."
* Bryce will struggle to prop himself up enough to be able to take the cup and drink it. His back is really aching now, feeling like it's on fire from the abuse that Ghyle doled out. Between sips he speaks again, "The captain.. Devregon. Tell him, please.. I can go back in the morning, before Lason is here." You would be afraid of the man too if you had stolen a child from him.
<Rhen> "Yes, of course - I'll speak with him or write to him." The latter probably being wiser, given that at this time, most people are heading home. "If you want, I can prescribe you further medication for the pain." Ritta whispers something about Adina saying to stall for as long as possible, so Rhen will continue, despite lack of understanding. "I'm sure it wouldn't be much trouble at all to get you something. I *may* even have something for
<Rhen> something. I *may* even have something for the pain around here somewhere..." He'll move off to a cabinet, digging around, murmuring to himself. Is that - no... Tongue depressor. Seriously, these things are getting annoying. When was the last time anyone ever *used* one!?
* Bryce isn't argumentive by nature. He can be stubborn, oh yes, he can be. It's generally very rare though. The warmth of the infirmary is seeping into him, and the pain medication is slowly fading. He finishes the tea and lays back down, quiet now as his mind worries considerably over the circumstances that just fell upon him. Adrenaline fades away and as his eyes slip closed the man falls into a light sleep, the stress of the i
<Bryce> stress of the injuries getting the better of him. His breathing is shortened again now that the numbing agent has worn off, but it doesn't seem to be deteriorating.
<Rhen> "Ah! Here we are. It's right... Huh. He fell asleep. That's... Different." A suspicious eye is shot over towards Ritta, who returns the look with a smile and excuses herself, citing important business. Adina will come in a short while later, and Rhen will leave Bryce in her care. Strange how these things just 'work out', but the doctor's not complaining as he washes up and prepares to leave. He does make a note never to take tea from Adina, h
<Rhen> never to take tea from Adina, however.
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