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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 7:09 pm
The Infirmary is situated between the Dining Hall and the Auditorium. It consists of two parts, the inner beds for treatment or care, and the outer Atrium in which long-term patients can get some fresh air and relax as they heal. When Empyreans are hurt in their lessons, through sparring, plant toxins, failed potions or beast training mishaps, here is where they come to get better. Tryna runs the Infirmary with enough Alchemical recipees to last a life time. Sometimes you will see some of the Empyreans from beyond, in the city admitted for maladies that will take longer to heal than what the Apothecaries and Magi from the outside Districts can easily heal.
Also to be found in the Infirmary from time to time are Quenda, who brings Tryna fresh supplies for her potions, and Euphrasia, who brings in the other required supplies.
Raelyn often spends her spare time cheering the children back to health with kind words and thoughtful gifts or flowers or cards.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 7:22 am
Blurred images surfaced in Torrid's mind as the young empyrean started to wake, lucidly shifting from dreams into muddled memories. He recalled his last actions in a series of broken moments, thoughts travelling from when he woke up to the garden where he remembed being last.
"Nnng...."
He scrunched his eyes shut for a moment before slowly venturing to open them, blinking in bewilderment at the ceiling above him. His hands felt the soft sheets of the bed he found himself in, and he realized with some embarassment that he was clad in nothing but his underclothes. Where am I...? he thought, finding the strength finally to sit up. The room took a dizzying turn as he did, and he reprimanded himself for sitting up too fast as he tried not to fall over.
Torrid took a look around the room he was in, trying to remember how he got there. There was a number of beds in the clean-looking space, none of them occupied aside from his. He spotted a cabinet of sorts, and light coming from somewhere. The word 'hospital' came to his mind, and he felt a feeling of safety.
Feeling a little more collected, he decided it'd be best to find out what had landed him here and why. Someone's gotta be around someplace to look after the sick people... he told himself, taking another quick glance around.
"Uhm. H.....Hullo? Is anybody there?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 7:32 am
Euphrasia was just about to pick up her things and leave when she heard a shuffling from behind the white sheet that seperated her from the main part of the Infirmary. She glided out from behind the curtain where she had been working on replenishing the school's Antidote supply. Her long wavering hair floated around her and she gathered her skirts and her scarves and made her graceful way to the bed. "Ah, so you have finally woken up." Euphrasia's voice was soft and gentle, and matched her genuine and pretty smile well. "You were quite badly poisoned. Why on earth would you try to eat the Poison Nut fruit?" She offered a small worried frown and placed a soft furred hand on his brow. "You seem to be alright now, but you gave us quite a scare there. If you feel up to it, you may venture to class. I believe they've already started for today..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 11:12 pm
"Finally?" Torrid blinked, worried suddenly that he might have missed something important in the goings-on of his new and strangely familiar home. "Guess I must've been out for awhile..."
Euphrasia gave a slight nod. "Yes dear, about two days now," she replied with a sympathetic smile.
Torrid swallowed hard. Her pretty smile was making him feel a little light-headed, and his near-nakedness did nothing to ease his discomfort. "Two days? I bet I missed a lot of class, oh man..."
He remembered her question then and answered it, feeling a blush touch his cheeks as he hung his shoulders with embarassment. "About the nut... um... I'd read a little of a book about nuts, I really like 'em y'see." Hells, I sound like an idiot. Torrid's blush deepened. "And I thought it was a walnut..." he finished, mumbling as he rose to his feet to collect his clothes from where they were neatly folded by his bedside table.
Euphrasia's shoulders shook lightly with a quiet giggle, her laughter like the twinkle of small bells. "Take a little more care with your research next time then, perhaps."
Torrid nodded and smiled sheepishly, mentally noting that the sound of her laughter was a nice one he'd like to hear again. "I will, ma'am... Thanks for making me better 'n all." He hopped into his clothes, fumbling with the buttons a little; the dexterity in his hands was still a little sluggish. He looked about for his school things, but didn't see them. "Uhm, ma'am? Did I have my books and things with me when I was brought here?"
She shook her head, soft curls bouncing. "No, they were left in the library - I'd imagine Requiem had them returned to your room. And you're welcome of course - but I don't want to be seeing much more of you, young one." She smiled and finished his last button.
Torrid's smile brightened. "Oh, okay. I'll grab 'em on my way then. Thanks again, for everything!"
After saying goodbye, he left the door to the infirmary and walked quickly through the hall, eager to get ahold of his supplies and get back to school. It took him a short length of time to get there, and he was happy he managed to do it without getting lost. He flipped his notebook open, finding his schedule and discovering to his dismay that he'd almost entirely missed Tryna's cooking class. Aw man... hmm. What's next? He looked and instantly his dampened mood lifted. "Astronomy, wicked!"
With that, Torrid packed his supplies into his bag and shouldered it, heading cheerfully off to his lesson.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:43 pm
Grave was unconscious when he was laid down on the hospital bed. The Infirmary's lights were on, and both Tryna and Euphrasia were ready, as if injury during one of Orrys's Paintball Games were a sight to be expected. Euphrasia twittered disapprovingly as she looked at Grave's limp form, but it was Tryna who spoke up. "s**t son! How'd you manage that?" Seeing grave ws in no conditionto answer, she turned to the students who'd transported him and raised her eyebrows looking for an answer.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:48 pm
"I think he broke his thumb and the battle just got too much for him, his hand it cut open too." Nadyrr hovered nearby and reached out lightly to brush back Grave's hair. Even if the gesture was gentle his expression was not. It bothered him that the game had turned so sour. As an after thought Nadyrr reaches over and shows Tryna where Grave was bleeding from.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:51 pm
((Reminder of post order~ Tryna (added in XD ) Grave Nadyrr Mat Thobius Aysel Dariyn
And we can skip whoever didn't come over here ... I think Thobius didn't...))
Mat glanced over at Nadyrr ... well, he knew more anyway so it made sense for him to answer. "I saw him fall ... off a platform," he added, which might not be information that was really needed, but ... yea. He moved closer too, almost but not quite crowding Nadyrr.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:54 pm
(( >> I'm gonna assume Thobius didn't come with...if I'm wrong, I'm sorry. ))
"He got shot while standing on a platform, and fell off...he crushed his thumb because of the gun." Aysel added, softly. Already, she was feeling responsibla for what happened. "I..I was the one who provoked him to be so mad that he started shooting everybody and wore himself out enough to pass out. I'm so, so sorry..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:56 pm
Dariyn had gone pale, following with large, worried eyes, and he listened to the other's talk with increasing concern. What had happened out there...it had...just been a game, right? How on earth had Grave gotten himself so injured?
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:03 pm
Tryna listened to the explanations as she peered at Grave's hand and frowned. "Damnit! This is gonna need some Medea's Salve, and a splint while we whip up some Angel's Dirge." Euphrasia turned to get supplies from the cupboard and Tryna fetched some Salve to start on fixing it up. "Don't you guys feel respnosible. Someone always gets hurt during one of Orrys' games. A few years back a student actually died. This will be easy enough to fix, but it'll take at least two days to sort out that broken thumb." Tryna rubbed the salve on the hand, and then hlding his hand steady, snapped his dislocated thumb carefully back into joint. With a cry of pain, Grave's eyes shot open wide and he struggled to sit up. Tryna held him to the pillow and gritted her teeth.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:06 pm
Nadyrr's eyes get a little wide as he hears, someone had died...his expression darkening the boy looked down at the hurt Grave and wincing a little he watches as the women sets his broken thumb. Mat seemed to be attached to Grave in some way and worried, with that in mind Nadyrr steps to the side a little letting Mat get closer to the hurt boy. Hearing Grave give out a cry of pain Nadyrr lightly touches the back of the bed he was laying on. He wasn't sure...but someone somehow was going to pay for this. "But he is going to be alright..." he half whispers to himself.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:08 pm
Mat jumped slightly at that cry, and he dove in help Tryna hold the other boy down, hands on his shoulders. He quickly shot a grateful look toward Nadyrr, making a mental note to thank him later or something. "Grave ... s'ok, we brought you to the infirmary," he murmured.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:11 pm
Aysel hung back, feeling awkward, and blanching as Tryna mentioned that somebody had died. Grave could have died, and it would have been her fault. Her sigh turned into a startled squeak as Grave cried out, and bit her lip. Ugggh. "Grave...it'll be okay..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:17 pm
"Grave..." Dariyn's voice was soft and still filled with concern as he edged closer, wincing with that cry and feeling his own hand ache as he simply imagined how that must have hurt.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:26 pm
((x_X That took entirely too long. >.> What the hell happened? Remind me not to pizz Grave off. He has one hell of a temper on him. Um.... can I jump in or should Kallisto just hang back?))
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