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 Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 8:00 pm
Her eyes met his, briefly, and suddenly his eyes flicked away. Awkward as always, he was fine looking at others from far but up close? Nope. He set his hand to his side, standing up straight. Good. She was healed and healthy.
"Good." Now that his job was over he was unsure how to speak, though it didn't show. It never did unless touched, and he doubted the princess would. If she did though... Well that would be an interesting reaction.
His eyes laid upon the king, nodding quietly to assure the other he had done his job. Turning to the princess now he viewed her. She was in one piece. Safe. Good. "Restrain from strenuous activities for today and tomorrow. After that you are free to live your life as you had before the disease." Perhaps he should have been less direct than he was being currently... Hadn't he been told by someone he should be more gentle? He was never good at acting, he wasn't about to pick it up now.
"Do you have others who are ill within your kingdom?" He questioned, flicking his eyes towards her once more.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 9:03 pm
She frowned a little tiny bit when Valen's eyes flicked away from hers, and she wondered why that was. Sure, she was royalty, but when someone who wasn't familiar with her avoided her eyes, they always looked down, not away. His tone, as well, was not one he had used previously nor one anyone used with her outside of her father. She did not take offense, though, by his instructions, but merely nodded with understanding.
When he mentioned others, she went instantly into Princess mode and moved to get out of bed. "Yes, actually. Most have been healed by our own doctor, I see to it that the second one of mine fall ill they are taken care of right away. However..." Out of bed, she swayed a little from a rush of dizziness, but she fought it off and moved to slip on her long coat. "A few, mostly elders and kits, have taken it quite badly. We lost one... If you are willing, I will take you to them so that we don't lose any more. I promise, you -and your parents- will be generously compensated."
It was only then that the Princess looked up from slipping on her shoes, to find her dad was giving her a look that could turn her into ashes. "What?" Zariah blinked. It didn't take much for the King to voice his displeasure with her out of bed, and after a couple minutes she was back under the comforter, doing her best not to look like a scolded child. Yes, he was only looking out for her, but in front of a commoner? Granted, a commoner who just saved her life, but did he have to embarrass her?
The King, once satisfied with his daughter agreeing to rest, offered to show Valen the sick himself. He wasn't usually one to mingle with the villagers, so he knew it would be a bit of a shock for him to show up at the infirmary, but nonetheless he was not going to let Zariah go out and about just yet. Besides, how else was he going to pick this boys head on his impression of his daughter?~
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 9:47 pm
Ah. He didn't even quirk an eyebrow at her scolding but he did mentally chuckle. She was a strong one, he was amused. Yet again he stayed emotionless, turning to view the king and quietly agreeing to the offer before viewing the princes once more.
"Your father is correct, princess. It is best to stay still." It wasn't quite obvious is he was smirking or not due to him having turned his head away, but his voice didn't sound as firm as her fathers had been, simply chastising. Just healed and she was trying to leap out of bed. Her words had pleased him briefly, content these people were looked after.
"I will see to it that another is not lost." He quietly said before turning to follow the king.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 7:05 pm
Once the two were down the hall, Zariah looked at her guards. There were two of them in the room with her, as always, stationed on the opposite sides of the room. One eyed her warily, recognizing the look on her face. The other, however, knew there was no use trying to stop her. "I need to use the ladies room!" She announced, and the wary guard moved to escort her. "No no, you stay. Chive will escort me." The guard frowned, but moved back to his position as the other, Chive, helped her stand.
Once down the hall a couple doors, Zariah slipped inside the room and out the window. Chive merely rolled his eyes, knowing he'd never hear the end of this if she were to be caught. Well, if.
It didn't take the Princess long to catch up with her ninja skills. The boys were just leaving the gates, and Zariah heard things like 'so, what do you think of my little girl?' and 'she's quite a catch, ya know' coming from her dad. Oh great. She rolled her eyes, and continued stalking them.
By the time the boys reached the infirmary, more horrid questions had been asked, more horrid things had been said. 'You're quite the strapping young lad... do you have a girlfriend?' 'I keep hoping my girl will find a nice young man...' 'When Zariah was little, she'd play princess with the others and always fall in love with a commoner~' 'She's quite the beauty, don't you agree?' 'What kind of girls do you sway towards? Or... do you prefer males instead?' Zariah could have swatted him. He was supposed to be checking on the sick, not playing match maker! And with a commoner! Sure, when she was little she'd play the whole 'Aladdin' gig... but she was a kit! She didn't know better! Ugh...
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 5:28 pm
The king surely was talkative, wasn't he?
Valen was not one to converse, having only done so willingly with Spock, his family, and Hilaria... Yet, the man managed well enough, tossing back his own answers as needed, mostly consisting of non-committing answers. Such as: 'She is a strong woman to have survived such an illness for so long', 'I do not have a romantic partner as we speak,' and 'I have always disappointed my mother with the fact I haven't taken someone to her for approval.' He was dodging, for now, mostly because he didn't know how to answer. What gender did he care for? What kind of personality? He had only loved once, and that was clearly a mistake. Love was the least of his interests.
"This illness, have your people named it? Do you know of it's origins?" He questioned, both attempting to steer the conversation back to his direct worry, the ill. While there were those sick he would not even relax from his duties long enough to entertain the king. His job was to help, and he could sense the disease was not one to hesitate.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 5:32 pm
Zariah held back a facepalm when her father stuttered at the male's question. Seem's he'd totally forgotten what he was supposed to be doing in the first place.
See, dad, THIS is why I take my role seriously. You sure don't seem to...
It was true, sadly enough. The king wasn't one who gave a lot of attention to the people, and he didn't understand why his daughter did. He was a great father, loving and caring, but he didn't seem to extend such attitude towards others. Luckily, though, once brought back to the real matter at hand, he sobered up after his initial stutter. The answers, unfortunately, were 'no' and 'no', and the king explained what little he did know when they stopped at the door. The basics of his knowledge were pretty much just the symptoms, and the fact that Zariah had picked up the bug while traveling. He explained how it seemed to manifest slower in her, and didn't even start to show until others had gotten sick.
When he told Valen all he knew, the king nodded to the door of the infirmary, saying that he felt it unwise to go into a building of sick, for he didn't dare risk catching the disease himself.
Zariah waited until Valen went in, then skittered around and to the back of the building where she could watch him work through windows and not be caught.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 7:09 pm
Valen had slipped away when the other had finally left him be. With a quiet nod that seemed slightly sharper than usual ( mostly because he was eager to get to work ), he escaped into the infirmary with a grim smile as he faced the patients. Here he was, their doctor, and how relieved he was to finally be able to do his job.
It didn't take long for him to cure the mass numbers, his paws quick and pendant precise. He didn't pause, he didn't glance up to see the peeking woman in the window. He was content and serene within his job, eyes gentle as he exposed a sweet, tender side to the patients before it hardened the second they healed. He brushed past them towards the other sick patients, and once they were cured he was done. His purpose was to heal, not chat to the strong.
One woman was left on her own, and she seemed the worse. Shaking, delirious, and even a pale color, the woman trembled as he approached. No amount of kind words could calm the woman, and no amount of gentle reassurance could stop her widened eyes quaking with fear. His touch sent a sharp shiver down her spine, and as the pendant glowed she let out a scream so shrill that even Valen was snapped out of his daze and sent backwards.
"Ah!" With a violent snap, the pendant turned a bloody red. The woman seemed fine, now cured if a tad alarmed. Valen, however, collapsed. His body hit the ground with a heavy thud and eyes flicked back in agony.
Hot white pain crawled up his spine, setting aflame his nerves and scorching his insides. His mouth let out a foreign cry of pain as, with the same intense heat, the pain manifested into a stabbing sensation, blinding his sight and taking away any sense he still had. The doctor trembled violently before, thankfully, his body shut down, eyes closing and mouth freezing into a mute line. And so it was there the man laid, body cold to the touch and chest heaving harshly as the blacked out man laid.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 3:27 pm
The Princess watched Valen work with wonder in her eyes. He was quick and thorough, gentle and kind. It amazed her both the way he handled the sick and the way he quickly hardened back the second the pendant took away their illness.
She was so lost in admiring his work, that she hadn't noticed her dad had been wandering around the building and caught her.
When he cleared his throat, she jumped a mile high. For a second, they stared at each other, and then the bickering began. She was annoyed with his lack of people skills, he was annoyed with her direct disobedience. They were nearly shouting at each other when a shrill scream pierced the air. Both heads turned to the window, both mouths let out a gasp when the doctor fell, but it only took Zariah half a second before her legs were carrying her to Valen.
She skidded to his side in time to see the last shudder leave his body and his eyes drift close. She put a paw on his heaving chest, and was startled to find him alive but cold as death.
Waving everyone back, she called her dad who sent for guards, and they carried the unconscious doctor back up to the castle...
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 5:15 pm
He felt cold.
Never had this happened. Not once in his numerous jobs had he ever been sent down in such a violent fashion. The woman had not been the first to scream, and so he could not fathom why hers had sent him into this black abyss. This hollow world where he only frequented when dreams lurked. It was a lonely world, barren of anything but the darkness, and he did not like it. It reflected his inability to communicate. His lonely life where not a single soul grazed across his heart, except his small family. A family he hadn't visited for a long, long time. The dream world only left him alone, showing no illusions except the darkness. Showing neither terror or joy.
Yet, he had to remind himself of what he did have. Spock, a friend he held dear. Every time he remembered Spock the world would shudder and pulse with a blue that closely resembled the Vulcan's favorite suit. Yet, quickly it'd dull and become a dark red as, almost as quickly, he was reminded of another he had held dear to him. The world would shudder, pulsing red and reminding him of her. Reminding him of what he had loved, and what he had lost. Reminding him he could not have her. She was forbidden, and she was a lost memory.
Every dream was the same, reminding him of his failures. Reminding him, again, that he was to protect that barrier he held with all his might. Protect the pendant, protect himself, protect the sick. That was his code. That was it, and the dream world remind him how cold he was. How cold it all was. He hadn't had time much anymore to stop and think about how lonely it all was, and now here he was. Forced to face it.
"Mmm.." The dream world suddenly snapped into a bright, white oblivion as he felt something soft. A bed, perhaps? Where was he? Was he - Oh. Oh. Pain. It violently registered in his brain when a scorching hot pain flushed up his spine and ate into his skin. His eyes were blurred, unable to see past the light of the room. His body was cold as ice, and yet he felt the heat inside him. Of course, he remembered how those with high fevers often felt cold due to their body trying to cool down. Did that mean he was....
He was sick?
How so? How could he be sick? How could he, the immune one, suddenly be sick? The pain was accumulating, becoming harsher and hotter as panic began to settle in. Sick. Him? How could he be sick? Why was the world so hot? Why did he feel as if he was laying amongst a bed of flames? Why did the pain intensify as his panic grew? Why was the world blurry?
Somebody explain to him what was wrong!
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Posted: Tue Aug 06, 2013 12:48 pm
Zariah had been right next to Valen every step to the castle and up to yet another guest room. Her dad had tried to insist she return to her own sick room again, but she shot him a look that would keep him from mentioning it again. This man, this strange strange man, had come into their home only... what? A few hours ago? He had taken the sickness that left her bedridden, taken the sickness from her people, and now he lay sick himself. He had taken care of her and many, and now it was her duty to take care of him. He seemed to stir when he was laid down in the bed, making a noise and his golden eyes snapping open. Zariah quickly rushed to his side, and put a gentle hand on his forehead. Sweat started to bead around his temples, yet he was still cold to touch. Even scarier was that his eyes, while open, seemed to be unregistering. Could he see her? "Valen?" She asked, and her voice no longer held the tone of a princess but rather that of a mother caring for her kit. "Valen, can you hear me? Can you see me? Someone fetch a cool wash cloth!" She instructed to no one in particular, and moved to cover him with a light blanket. She had no idea what was wrong with him, and hoped to the deities that he didn't catch what the others had, but she could at the very least try to calm his fever. A blanket for the chills, a cool cloth for the heat, and plenty of fluids... If she could get him to respond enough to drink, of course... As she lay the cloth against his head, the princess's eyes watched him closely. Every breath, every flutter of eyelids, every movement or noise he made she took note of. "Valen..." Zariah shook her head. "You're going to be ok, kay? No one who heals half the town, myself included, is allowed to not be ok." Sighing, she found herself stroking his arm comfortingly. With her other hand, she gingerly reached to touch the pendant, as she had seen it glow and pulse when he healed others. She stopped only a furs width away, and withdrew her hand to lay it on Valen's shoulder. Eyes still on his pendant, she whispered, "You have healed so many, Doctor... How do I heal you?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 11:07 am
Golden orbs shivered, pupils contracting and dilating, unable to catch a hold of the shape he barely could see. The flushed male jerk his head from the touch on his forehead, having not expected it and already not fond of touch to begin with. Her voice was distorted, but he recognized it enough. Ah, the stubborn princess. His wings weakly flicked as the man groaned, the pain twisting inside him. Her words were barely heard, instead the male heard an echoing babble.
Sickness. This was what it was like. An illness that had consumed this village. It was one thing being the healer and briefly feeling the illness, which was usual. However, this pain was agonizing and relentless. He saw nothing except for vague shapes, and hear nothing except the echoes of a voice. It was maddening, and now it made sense why the village had been so bad in the first place.
Another voice, which vaguely seemed to relate to his name. His head weakly turned, eyes dim as they flicked, frantically trying to make details of the blurred princess. Her voice echoed once more, and then a hand touched his shoulder. His eyes widened in brief shock, but it was clear he was far too weak to even respond further, eyes fluttering closed as a raspy and pained sigh left his burning chest.
"Is the woman okay?" He whispered, voice breathless and empty. He knew he wouldn't hear the answer, but he needed to know. Needed to know if his mistake had killed her. If he had hurt her. If, perhaps, she was now even worse. A new pain crossed his face, a fresh guilt that twisted his features as he turned it away from the princess. Ah. Had he killed her?
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 2:51 pm
She watched him. His eyes, his wings, his twitching and shock every time she touched him. Was it hurting him? He didn't seem to be moving out of pain... Even still, if it made him uncomfortable she'd remove her hands. It didn't help, of course, that her dad was having a cow worrying that she'd catch the illness right back again. Zariah wasn't worried about it, though she couldn't quite pin down the reason for her certainty... When he spoke, her eyes widened and her breath caught. Even if it was faint, he at least was able to speak. Sort of. But his words made her laugh. She couldn't help it. Here he was, sicker than a dog, and he was still worried about his patient. Her laugh was short of course, the strain of everything not allowing much more. Sighing, the princess nodded. "Yes, Valen. Yes. The woman is perfectly okay, all thanks to you." She smiled down at him, frowning at his features that seemed pained from something other than his illness. Could he hear her? "Valen..."It was then that Princess Zariah made a decision that she knew no one would like, but no one would argue either. Sure, they had a doctor of the village and he was currently buzzing about them doing doctor stuff. Sure, there were the king and queen who were usually always in the castle and she trusted them to take care of everything and everyone, including Valen. And sure, she knew nothing about this illness that had spread around and seemed to now have Valen in its grasp. But the whole reason Valen was there was because of her. Half the village had been sick, yes, but it was because of something she brought back. And it was her own sickness that spurred her parents to seek the best help around. So it was because of her that this man now lay shaken and ill in her castle. And it would be her to see to it first hand that he got better. Being a princess would have to be put on hold, and her father could deal with it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 3:56 pm
lux_rayne13 Do you want to skip forward in your post and begin down that time-line we were gonna do?
Valen didn't quite hear her, but he could tell by the tone that the woman was indeed safe. Content, his eyes closed, fluttering open when he heard Zariah speak again, but he couldn't hear it.
Would it be rude to sleep? He felt so tired.... wait. What happened to the pendant when he collapsed? His hand weakly ran up to his neck, napping the pendant. A low, relieved grunt escaped him as finally his muscles relaxed as much as his burning body would allow. His head limply flopped to the side, hair falling into his eyes as his mouth parted and a gentle breathing sound escaped, already passed out.
It would probably make his sisters laugh if they saw him like his. The emotionally uptight male, who was so professional and quiet was now almost childlike as he sleep. If he had a choice it wouldn't be like this.... But he had messed up. Now he was at the palace's mercy, but he'd worry about that when he woke up.
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