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 Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:25 am
Marue's eyes went large, her bottom lip began to wibble, and all at once she burst into tears. It had taken her a moment to realize the pain that now blazed in her shin, and presently she cradled her leg to her chest, as inconsolable as a child. She had managed to fall over one of the tables, and had split her shin open--the wound stretching a good three inches long and at least half an inch wide. Rokana lifted the girl and at orders, brought her down to the healers. As she sat, grasping her shin, the girl could only whimper and wine. They had given her a bandage, but stitches! She was sure that her leg would absolutely need stitches, an ugly scar to marr her! If the pain wasn't near blinding already, just the thought of an ugly scar would have made her burst into tears. The girl sat at the healers, gasping and wimpering, even as the guards told her to be quiet. She stifled herself as much as she could, those ugly boys. They couldn't even be nice to her when she was bleeding! Such brutes.
The morning had gone well, midday had too. Marue had done her best to be good, keep on her toes and out of sight of the Warden. She so desperately wanted to go to the hatching, even if she did not impress. She'd never seen the tiny dragon hatchlings before. She and her family had always had better things to do. But now... She'd felt the touch of the dragon's minds when she had touched the eggs. Even the noisy socialite egg had thought she certainly was something else. And of course she was something else. The girl sniffed and straightened, trying her best to remember herself. She was Madame Marue Du'Lace, and she'd be damned if she'd continue to sit here and cry like some common idiot. The girl willed her chin to be steady, and held ever high. Of course her posture had always held, back so perfectly straight. She gave the guard who had told her to hush a vivid green glare, before dismissing him entirely with a flip of the hair. She was a Du'Lace, she just had to remember that.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:55 pm
It was busy today, and Malta found herself dealing with the patients again... which wasn't so bad. Usually. Sometimes.
She was actually not feeling half terrible today, enough to give the guards a shy smile before walking over to her patient.
She was pretty, her patient. Straight and tall, with such intense eyes! She seemed so much older! so much more mature!
Malta wished she was like her... but at least she could help!
"Hello..." she said quietly, setting down her things.
It was fairly obvious what the other girls' reason for being here was... the bandage was not enough to handle the wound, so Malta got to work taking it off and taking a closer look.
"... How did you... How are you feeling" she said.
Oh, she had almost asked how the other girl had gotten it. That was rude and after some time at Wardens, Malta wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 10:41 am
The moment the girl approached, Marue began her usual way of things--sizing her up, so to speak. Her physique was lacking to say the least, but she was still young, still growing. Her skin was blotched, but clear--a good sign to say the least. There were thick glasses, dark circles under her eyes and--oh, now there was something. She patiently moved her hands to allow the healer to begin working at her wound--immediately grabbing a cloth to clean her hands. "How did I...?" She let the words draw out, expecting her to finish her sentence, but almost immediately the girl balked, and backed out of the sentence. Insecure enough to second guess herself half way through, now wasn't that adorable? A light laugh trickled from Marue, albeit forced through the sting. "Well my darling, I'd be better if I hadn't been clumsy enough to gash myself on a table." She looked down at the wound with an almost childlike pout. "You don't think it'll leave a big ugly scar do you? Oh shards, I hope it doesn't..." She gave a sigh, her posture crumpling in something utterly dejected at the thought. An ugly scar, she'd never done such a thing before. But the girl was young, and hopefully that meant she knew quite well what she was doing. Another breath and she'd put herself together again. She propped her elbow upon her knee, her chin resting in her palm as those bright green eyes watched Malta. "Now tell me darling, why do you insist on hiding those pretty eyes of yours?" Marue leaned foreward, and plucked the glasses from Malta's face to take a better look before delicately sliding them back in place. "And those clothes darling, they're not flattering at all..." She tapped a finger on her lips in thought, mind already whirling through what shapes and tailored lines would best flatter the girl's figure. "Now a nice dress with a gathered empire waist, Oh! And a sweetheart bust, with a crossed halter top." Marue nodded in agreement with herself, as if she'd just proven the workings of gravity. She leaned forward with a sly little smirk and a melody to her voice. "The boys would be all over you~"
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 9:08 pm
"S-scar?" Malta said, surprised. She inspected it.
Well! it was a gash, but on a table so she probably didn't have to worry about infection...?
"W...well, it's wide but not deep, so I... don't think so?"
The masterhealer would probably want her to clean it anyway.
"This will hurt a little..." She said, wiping the stinging stuff on the gash, "But it will keep it healthy..." She said, smiling up at the nice lady, though the smile faltered to concern at the woman's distress.
Clearly, she was really worried about the scar!
Malta gave her a genuinely friendly smile.
"If... if we take good care of it... It won't scar." She said, hoping to make her patient feel better (Well, not really her patient. She was just an apprentice. She'd have to wait for the Masterhealer to check on it before she could do anything besides clean it up, but it looked big but shallow so she probably could take care of it with ointment and a good bandage... It was a busy day, though, so she stuck to basic prep before calling him over)
It hadn't struck her that it wasn't likely to be well cared for in the Warden's hellhole. "I think it won't scar too badly if you don't... um... tear it... while its..." her voice trailed off into stunned quiet as the very pretty prisoner removed her glasses. The sudden blur of her sight and the replacement startled her. "M... My eyes?" She had not been expecting that. What about her eyes?
The next statement had her even more floored.
"C...clothes?!" She... she didn't understand. These were just things she wore...? She like them because they were unobtrusive. And they were comfortable... And she wasnt worried about them getting messy.
Wait a moment... Dresses?
What was... what was an empire waist?
A sweetheart bust?
A halter top?
Malta was confused.
"I..." she didn't know...
The girl's last statement was the last straw.
"B-boys?!?" Malta stood up a little too quickly, her face red.
Boys... what...
Ack!
"I'mjustgoingtocheckwiththemasterhealernow..." she said abruptly, leaving to consult with Bereck.
She wasn't sure if she was right with her diagnosis, and it was always good to check. What if she was wrong?
And also...
Also...
Boys?
She didn't know what the shards was going on...
As she walked across the room she gave the patient a nervous glance.
And curious.
What had she meant? Also she had seemed nice.
If the masterhealer let her, then... maybe she would go back over?
She had to admit.
She was curious. Nobody had ever talked about boys before, not with her. She never dealt with... uh... those cases. She wasn't ready for that.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 12:42 pm
Marue gave a small, genuinely amused laugh. The girl floundered about like a newly hatched fowl! Now wasn't that absolutely adorable! She had brightened consdierably when she'd heard that the wound likely wouldn't scar, what a relief! Still, the reaction was absolutely priceless. "Sorry if I scared you." There was a playful tone to her voice as a giggle threaded itself through. "Oh, come on. A girl your age..." She thought for a moment, chewing at her bottom lip. A girl her age... Maybe she didn't know... Marue sat up, watching as the girl scurried off to the masterhealer. Oh, that was right, she was just an apprentice. Marue stiffened momentarily as the thought of an apprentice stitching up her leg. Ugh. She hoped it didn't come to that. Marue always hated to offend, but she'd be sharded before she let some student sew up her leg.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 6:33 am
She did know how to stitch up wounds. She wasn't bad at it, if she did say so herself. If there was something she was proud of, really proud of, it was healing.
But she had to have supervision for it, still, being such a young apprentice.
And she was a bit crestfallen as the masterhealer asked question after question.
Finally she had to show him over.
Yes, it would need stitches, see the depth there, at that part of the wound and where it is?
He explained it impatiently, and she absorbed every word.
She felt a little bad about misdiagnosing, but she knew better now.
It wasn't going to be very many stitches, and he would be there supervising.
She felt suddenly nervous. She had only ever practiced. He was going to let her do the stitches? Herself?
It would be fine. He was right there.
She swallowed nervously and began cleaning the wound again. She was very intent, not wanting to screw up in front of the masterhealer.
"This will... hurt a little... okay?" she would have said more, but with the masterhealer over her shoulder as she threaded the needle and began stitching, she was too nervous to do so.
She was nearly done with the few stitches when he had to be called away. She tied it off, repressing nervous shaking. She could at least stop herself shaking on the job.
She disposed of the needle and observed her handiwork with pride, smiling at the girl.
He returned to check on her work, giving her a nod. She could get to the bandage part on her own.
It wasn't many stitches and, despite what some would say about her weak attitude, she did good work. She should! She'd spent nights studying technique and practicing.
She laced her fingers together for a moment, breathing a sigh of relief. She was so nervous, but she was so proud! This was a great feeling.
"I'm ... only fourteen... you know." she said, continuing the conversation from a while ago.
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 5:51 pm
Slowly, Marue's jovial demeanor began to dampen. Why was she threading the needle? Shouldn't the real healer be the one threading the needle? He was going to be the one doing the stitching, wasn't he? Her eyebrow twitched as her mouth formed a fine line. "Excuse me," Where her tone had been filled elaborate shine and giggle, it now sounded something like an angered herdbeast. Her face puckered, "I hope you're really not going to let some apprentice screw up my leg." The guard beside her pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers,"Marue, would you please be so kind as to shut your ever loving mouth and let the girl do her job?" Marue's head whipped toward the guard with narrowed eyes. "No. It's bad enough you people have stuck me in this filth-hole, but I demand proper medical care!" The girl's trademark screech was certainly something to behold. Even the guard's firelizard clasped her claws of the sides of her head as it's one-eyed face scrunched with displeasure. Rokana drew in a breath, and let it slide out in a sigh. "No. You will sit quietly and let the girl work or I'll bring you to the warden myself, and tell him all about your little...antics." Marue went quiet, staring at the guard with a look more commonly found on spoiled children when a tantrum proved to be ineffective. She remembered the warden's words, and freshly at that. If she caused even the least bit of trouble he had promised to make sure she never stood at the sands. If that wasn't horrible enough, she'd be stuffed in that horrible cell all by herself with nothing but the sound of the crazies to keep her company. The spoiled girl relented, and gave the apprentice healer her leg. She squealed, squirmed and whimpered as the needle and thread were worked through. She winced as she looked at the work, and shrugged. Even ugly, swollen and purple was better than gaping open and bleeding. Marue took in a breath and primped her hair, the girl was only fourteen? "Well," her tone miraculously turned back to it's previous shine, albeit laced with traces of condescension. "You're a little young to be a healer." Marue looked back down at her stitches. They weren't so bad, really. Well, obviously she was hardly pleased that she had managed to gash herself open enough to need them, but she had to admit that the work was neat. "...But I guess you did alright."
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 12:12 pm
Malta wasn't used to taking such... abuse. But fortunately for her feather-fragile ego, she was focusing entirely. Though it did threaten to break her concentration. Noooo, she had to do well!
That screech had almost made her hand shake, but after some time at Wardens, she was getting used to people being upset. They were hurting, after all. So she would make them better. She honestly dreamed of the day when she would be a masterhealer too and be as good as Bereck!
A prouder person than Malta would have been indignant. All right? All right?! Those stitches were TEXTBOOK thank you. She practiced for hours and hours with scrap leather to get them right. The Masterhealer had praised them!
But Malta was not a proud girl, and she was positively glowing at the 'compliment'. Despite the hurtful things said before.
"Thank you!" she said, putting some numbweed on the cut- she wasn't supposed to use very much and she hadn't thought that the other girl woudl need it quite so much until she'd squirmed... Malta felt bad about that. She should have known she hadn't put enough numbweed on. But she had disinfected it (didnt hurt to disinfect again, though she wasn't supposed to use too much supplies) and she got out a bandage to put over it.
"I'm.. just an apprentice. Not a full healer." she corrected, smiling at the girl.
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