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 Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 8:48 am
It was not common knowledge, but heavily speculated, that Rome's Colosseum had a medical wing within the large circular stone structure. It was the only place within the wonder that was accessible to outsiders who had not won entrance into the secrets held within the large marble columns that burst up out of the sand in careful infrastructure. The architecture of the wonder itself was impressive, as was it's champion; a small whip of a girl who took her duties far too seriously sometimes.
It was that seriousness that had landed her with an injury so bad, she'd been confined to the medical wing and the stand in champion had been instructed to take her place until her injuries were tended to and she was healed.
Unfortunately, the healers that were kept on sight were not as well equipped to care for such a dire injury-- Rome had received a jarring shoulder wound that had cut bone deep and it was all they could do to keep her stitched up and from bleeding out. They didn't have the medicament to ensure it didn't get infected.
Bladed weapons were not permitted during the trials and yet someone, perhaps jaded that such a smaller, younger, female opponent bested them, had pulled one out and, despite her best attempts-- Rome's staff was nothing compared to a sword.
So there, the girl in her late teens lay in a hospital bed, breathing shallowly, trying to fight off the fever that accompanied her wound. She was in her barest coverings, something highly unusual but necessary due to both her injury and the fever that plagued her.
The masters feared that her recovery would not come and had summoned outside help, desperate to keep their champion alive and functional.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 8:00 pm
Soft blue cloth whispered against the stone of the Colosseum, swishing around brown legs who's stripes tended to draw eyes wherever she went. Before her, a young man hurried to lead the way, looking far too serious and worried for his years. Ida glided along behind him at a pace she had spent years learning, that wasn't quite a run, but far more than a walk.
He's said the Champion had been injured, which had seemed odd to bring to an outsider, let alone an off worlder. Sometimes people didn't trust her, seeing Ida's long, pointed ears and striped skin. They weren't 'normal', and things that weren't normal were often feared... but whatever was going on must be dire indeed.
Dark eyes flicked to catch her assistant, Lila, beside her, struggling to keep up on her shorter legs. Her skin was flushed under her delicate mauve rosettes, but the heat of Uranus was far harsher than anything gentle Ida produced. Lila wasn't used to this traveling business yet, but her senshi needed someone at her side while Penrose was on maternity leave, taking care of her fat, happily squirmy, little baby boy. Ida considered reaching out to touch her assistant's arm in reassurance, she was clutching the bag of medicine so tightly, but little Lila took her job so seriously... she could just imagine the way she'd puff up and bluster. Idan medicines were rare and all the more precious out here, away from a ready supply of them. They would be stolen over Lila's very put-out, very dead body. A small, secret smile curved Ida's lips before she pushed it down, lengthening her stride to the jingle of the gold jewelry around her wrists and throat.
Down a corridor in the complex and around the corner brought them to the infirmary and Ida took it all in with carefully concealed disappointment. It wasn't bad all things considered, but it wasn't the hospital rooms of Ida by any stretch of the imagination. She tried not to be uncharitable about it... other worlds did the best with what they could.
"Here, Lady." The young man gasped out, waving an arm towards one of the occupied beds. "Our healers can't do anything more for her. Please."
Ida offered him a smile and a touch to the shoulder before she headed for her newest patient, her eyes sweeping over her in quick assessment. Her bandages needed changed... she could smell the infection, particularly when she bent over the wounded shoulder.
"Rome, Page of Uranus." Ida called softly as she reached to gently work the bandages free. "Can you hear me? My name is Ida. I am a senshi and a healer."
"The red bottle, Lila, if you please. Two units." She said with a bare turn of her head. Her assistant jerked into motion from where she had been anxiously watching, quickly setting the bag down to dig out the small red vial and a sterile syringe from among the many kept with the medicines.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 7:49 am
The page's forehead was creased, eyes squeezed shut as her body shifted, hands digging into the sweat-damp sheets beneath her. Most things were white noise and the girl was in and out of feverish sleep. Her noises of pain were few and far between, swallowed down and caught in her throat as she struggled to fight the desire to cry out even in her feverish state.
Rome had never been weak and she had always swallowed down the signs of pain or injury because it was her job to persevere.
Those tendencies and that mindset were what had landed her in this position to begin with.
Still, blue eyes blinked open blearily, the woman with pointed ears a blurry mess before her. "What," she rasped, struggling to swallow because of a too-dry mouth and throat, "do you want?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2019 10:10 am
Ida blinked placidly at the raspy voice and offered back a reassuring smile, even as she pushed down surprise that the page had awakened. She could speak, which was good. Her eyes had a hard time focusing... Ida suspected when healthy they were piercing and steady. Fever took that sharpness from them.
"I'm here to help you with the infection." She soothed. Lila handed her a clean cloth and she was thankful the woman had the presence of mind to remember. The soiled bandages went into the clothed to be wrapped up safely before she took a cloth that smelled of antiseptic from her assistant, scrubbing down a patch of skin on Rome's shoulder. The skin lightened as dirt came away and she took care to make sure it was perfectly clean before she went anywhere near it with the syringe.
"Do you remember what happened?" Ida asked. They had told her something of it, but it would be a good measure of how Rome was doing mentally, to think about it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 2:04 pm
It didn't matter that Rome was staring directly at Ida's face, her gaze was unfocused and at best...she saw a blurry face that accompanied a voice meant to be assuring. To the champion it was annoying, but that could have been the way her fever distorted everything and she squirmed on the bed.
A sharp groan of pain escaped when she grabbed a fistful of damp sheets.
Another sharp hiss and a thrashing of a limb from how the antiseptic stung. "I was fighting," she grit out slowly, each syllable spat from between clenched teeth.
"It's my duty," she added, eyes squeezing sharply before a strangled sound left her.
One of Rome's attendants stepped up, hands wrung together. "Against our rules, someone snuck in a blade. Our champion is skilled but there is only so much she can do against a blade."
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 6:24 am
"You are a strong woman, and a dedicated one." Ida reassured her solemnly. A healer she might be, but she understood duty and was no stranger to violence around her. She had never fought herself, but there was a measure of respect for someone who had the skill to do so. Mars knights were hard people, but loyal ones. She'd have expected Rome to cut off her own arm before running away from her duty.
The long, rounded shape Lila handed her, she pressed to the skin she had cleaned, the narrow end of the ovoid shape meeting flesh.
"This is an antibiotic solution to fight the infection." She said, both to the half-conscious knight and the attendant that looked ready to come apart with worry. Her voice stayed soothing, but clear and steady. "It also has immune boosters to help the body fight as well."
"A blade makes sense." Ida spoke quietly as she worked. The syringe hissed as it delivered the medicine, and then she set to on the wound itself, cleaning the torn flesh. From Lila's bag came more small objects, one shaped to fit into Ida's hand and another piece that fit into it, almost like a battery. This, as it would become clear, she used to start piecing the flesh back together with a sticky substance that closed the wound, drying to something stretchy and flexible, but strong. Her hands were gentle and sure as she worked. "Its hard to say if the infection came from something that was on the knife itself, or something that was picked up after the wound was made. I will have to test a sample to see of I can discern what it is... and I would like to speak with your healers, after I finish here. I may have some new methods for them to use to help prevent infections like this."
She took a swab of the wound before she finished closing it and that went into its own protective case before being tucked securely away in Lila's bag. The computers on the ship would be able to analyze it more quickly than her field equipment, and would have the necessary medicine if it were something that required more than what she had already given Rome. She didn't like leaving her here, even for that short trip, but it would be faster and more effective than trying to muddle it out here.
The last thing Ida did was to reach for Rome's face with a damp cloth Lila gave her, gently wiping the sweat from her skin. Her assistant was the one to press another syringe to the woman's arm this time.
"Sleep." She said softly. "I will be back as soon as I can. That last dose will help with the pain, and make you drowsy. Sleep is what you need now... You will be okay, Rome of Mars."
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