Welcome to Gaia! ::

Well, to say that her day had been going swimmingly would be an overwhelming falsehood. It had started okay. Riya had gotten up, attended her morning class, and then found herself with the rest of the day free to do as she pleased. With her dear friend and roomie, Imzadi, working, she was left to her own devices. It wasn't a problem. The fallen had plenty of experience keeping herself occupied. She decided to try to recreate something she experienced during her post-Academy adventures. Perching atop a high spire, to feel the wind whip about her, and feel as though the world fell away when she closed her eyes. In short, simulate the feeling of flying. Not wanting to attract undue attention by scaling sculpture, statuary, or fountain, Riya settled for climbing a tree instead. All the way up!

Initially, it seemed as though she would be able to mock up a decent recreation, but what she hadn't accounted for were very strong gusts of wind and a few low flying fowl. She lost her balance and down she fell. Of course, it hadn't been a graceful fall, from crown to roots. The hallowed young woman smacked into a few sturdy branches on the way down before landing hard on the ground below, followed by fluttering leaves that fell to the earth on and around her. She knew immediately that she had dinged herself up pretty well. In trying to push herself to a sitting position, a shot of pain went through her left arm. It hurt to move her arm and her wrist was throbbing. Fortunately for her, her fall hadn't gone unnoticed. A couple of concerned passersby quickly rushed to her side to check on her, one being a medical student. She was given a cursory looking over and, once it was certain that she didn't have any trauma to her head, neck, or back, was offered a ride to get checked out. She had walked to the park, so a ride would be a blessing. Riya assured the two that she didn't need them to stay, thanked them, and exchanged numbers so she could buy them a coffee or a little something as thanks for their kindness. Cradling her left arm against her, she sidled up to the front desk of the clinic almost sheepishly, as if embarrassed by her present state, and requested to see anyone available. The paper work wasn't so bad. The receptionist let her fill everything out off the the side of the counter because sitting, having to balance a clipboard on her lap, and write with the arm that was presently supporting its injured opposite, would be damn near impossible, or at the very least take a small forever. The fallen was hurting all over and didn't fancy taking longer than she needed to. Once that was done, she made her way over to a bench to wait for her name to be called. Thankfully, it wasn't busy looking out in the waiting room.

Nearing the twenty minute mark, her name was called and she was escorted back into an empty exam room. While she waited for whomever was going to see her, she was quietly counting her blessings that she hadn't injured a wing, or an eye. At least, all of her eyes were still functioning, and she could move her wings without any stings of pain.


[Summary of Injuries: Broken wrist and a mildly broken clavicle, same side. Some other scrapes and bruises likely. Cast, sling, and probably bandages for the rougher scrapes, maybe a temporary muscle relaxer or similar pain reliever, other than that no surgery needed. ]

To lay back? Maybe, but getting up again might be an issue with a bum arm and shoulder. Pacing about? Riya could but she ached all over and she was only mostly sure that the scrapes and cuts that she had received had stopped actively bleeding. So, the fallen settled for just sort of perching herself on the examination table, quietly tapping her heels on the metal side of the table, and taking an account of each jar, box, magazine, or pamphlet she could see. Riya hadn't been left waiting long before the door to her room opened and in walked a cute nurse, all dark skinned and aura-ed, warm pink hair, and downcast eyes. So, the soft spoken nurse was a geist of some sort, though her overly long claws were certainly a little bit extra. A hybrid then, and Hallowed, like herself. "Cherry," She echoed, to better commit the name to memory. A little quirked smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I've, ah, gone and done something stupid to myself." She softly scoffed at her own failure, but shook her head and watched Cherry busy herself for a moment, gathering up the necessary items necessary for cleaning her various and sundry aches and scrapes.

Riya hummed as she pondered her options. "Okay, this might sound weird, but would it be okay if we sort of split the difference? I'm mostly worried about my collarbone here, so maybe magic that better? I don't want to be on my butt for however long if it's bad enough to need surgery. And I'd be fine sporting a cast on my arm for a bit. It's not my dominant hand, so it'd be okay taking a plaster based vacation. Is it an all or nothing type of deal? I've never broken anything before...And, of course! Don't let me keep you from doing whatever it is that you need to do. Been working here long?" There was little in the way of transition between her answering the quiet nurse's inquiries and starting a line of questions and chit chat of her own. "I mean, I don't come in here often; I try to make a point to not injure myself if I can help it, so there's always I chance I've just never seen you on the handful of times I've breezed through." Riya scooted closer to the edge of the table, shifting from tapping her heels to wiggling her feet side to side, which, while it let her work out some of her nervous energy after her fall, did aggravate the scrapes and newly developing bruises on her shins and knees. "Will this hurt?" Hurt more? Sting? Might depend on what her minor injuries were going to get cleaned with. Her overall general ache was enough to have the eyes on her wings squeezed shut, the one on her chest narrowed as if pained, though the three on her face seemed to be simply open and blinking normally. It dawned on her that she hadn't gotten a clear look into Cherry's eyes, as lowered and looking after her duties as they were. Was she shy? Riya chuckled softly. "I'm not in that bad of shape, am I?"

Riya smiled, quite pleased with the cute nurse's curiosity. "Alas, 'fraid not. Back when I was in the Academy, my roommate was always active and getting banged up someway or another. She's still active these days, but she's graduated with a medical degree. She's got her specialty, but she still has her notes and a few textbooks from her schooling around the house. I'm pursuing a few different degrees. I also must confess that I do have a bit of a fondness for medical dramas on TV. Not that those will impart too much in the way of actual medical information." She chuckled, going to make a shrug but winced, hissing softly as she sharply sucked an inhale through clinched teeth. Okay, no shrugging. The waves of pain eased as she tried to still herself. "I'm ready when you are, darlin'," Riya chimed, offering a little grin at seeing the cute nurse's face flush. "I know I'm in good hands." The fallen tipped her head slightly, trying to get a better look at her eyes. Even through her lashes, Riya could see that Cherry had beautifully purple irises, and a hint of something else? Maybe she, like other Hallowed Riya had seen, had shaped pupils. How intriguing! Her quirked little grin eased into an almost encouraging smile.

Ah, so she's been here for a little bit. Makes since, it had been several months since she had last come rolling into this particular place. Or, if she had been working, perhaps they missed each other. Colds and flus came and went throughout the year, plus other seasonal, or day to day issues. Oh, well. She was meeting and speaking with her now! With Cherry's assurance, Riya sighed. "I'll give your hand or arm a squeeze if I'm feeling anything. I have faith that I won't need to." The complement surprised and tickled her pink. "You're too kind, Cherry, but thank you. Once some of this dirt, grass, and blood gets washed off of me, I think I can clean up pretty well. And, ah, feel free to let me know if I'm being too forward here, I bet you leave patients thinking you hung the very moon and stars, being such a fine and caring nurse as you are. No doubt that it's very easy to fall a little in love with you."

The whole x-ray process didn't take any time at all. With the revelation that she wouldn't have to have surgery, Riya was very much relieved. If she would have required surgery, she probably would have just gone for broke and would have seen what all magical cures and the like that could have helped her. "That's really great to hear. Whew!" She laughed to herself. "Good, good, good." The fallen paused and nodded to the quiet nurse. "Sure thing. I know you've got me covered." Riya observed keenly as Cherry and the doctor wrapped her arm with the plaster coated fabric, making sure she wasn't losing feeling in her fingers, making sure that it was snug, but not too tight. Chit chat was light and genial while the doctor was in, and once they were gone the conversation returned to what they had been talking about before. Riya listened as Cherry spoke, tipping her head back a bit while carefully considering her words. She offered a smile, reaching out the hand of her non-casted arm, and set her hand on top of Cherry's, giving it a squeeze, brushing her thumb across the back of her hand. "Well, this one does. You've shown me that you're a wonderful nurse and a beautiful person, both inside and out. Don't let anyone tell you any different. Yeah?" She nodded, as if in punctuation of her statements.

Riya just simply could not believe that other's weren't singing Cherry's praises. Or perhaps they just weren't being quite so overt and vocal about it as she was currently being. Ah, well. Cherry knew the truth now! Rubbing her free hand along her cast, she hummed thoughtfully to herself. The appointment for her getting patched up was winding down, but she didn't quite want it to end there. Getting hurt on purpose to see a cute nurse would probably be frowned upon and, in general, she tried to avoid doing just that if she could manage. Getting hurt, not seeing cute nurses. The mention of further appointments perked her out of her cast contemplation with a quirked grin and arching of one of her eyebrows. "How soon would you like to see me again? I can be quite available on pretty short notice." Of course, referring to a follow up appointment. Absolutely, sure. "Also, what would you say to being the first to sign my cast? Maybe, if you're feeling it, your name on my arm and your number in my phone?" The fallen asked as she slid to stand on the floor in front of the sweet, shy woman in front of her. To perhaps lessen the pressure, Riya folded her wings back behind her back and tucked her hip wings close against her hips. Cut down on the eyes looking expectantly at Cherry by half easily. The ones on her face and chest were a different matter, but she softened her expression to an easy, friendly smile. Upon walking out the door, she wouldn't be strictly a patient anymore, just some one on the street. "No pressure, if you'd prefer to keep things more, ah, professional though. I enjoy talking with you."