Ita Med 2

[12:22] "Good evenin', Agrien-" the redhead blurts out, limping, a hand of support resting steadily on Ita's shoulder. He plops and leans against the wooden frame of the nearest wall, cringing in an almost theatrical display of pain- the Lax Essence he had been gifted had already graced him with some form of pain relief, after all...

But doctors performed best with an agonizing patient, didn't they?

"I made the bloody fuckin' mistake of goin' down the mines like Fors. Y'mind givin' me a hand?"
(Ciarán)
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[12:23] Shanthi whispers something.
[12:26]
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[12:27] Agrien was sitting by the chair, checking a couple or more pages from her handbook as she waited for something. Though as Ciaràn entered with Ita - and Leylin back with Shanthi - she quickly got herself up to her feet again.

"Fours always come back more ragged than not after going to the Silverwall, you're trying to compete with that?" the ginger asked with a light mod of her own, giving Ciaràn and Ita an assessing looking from toe to tip to see their condition. "I'm a doctor, of course I can give you a hand- What happened though?"
(Agrien Vandroy)
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[12:27] Shanthi says, "I'll b-be outside. T-too many people in here."
[12:28] Ita toddles in, perhaps offering her shoulder as some kind of balast for Ciaràn, even if he's hamming it up in front of the doctor. She makes no mention of it.

"I'm just uh. I'm here for support, mostly. And to observe and lend a hand if you need it. I'm no doctor, but I've been learning," she offers with a meek bend of her head.
(Ita)
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[12:31] "I made the mighty boor mistake of goin' down Silverwall like an oaf. That big ol' purple fella down there nigh obliterated me hind."

The man gives Ita's shoulder some respite, limping his way towards one of the velvety, neatly placed chairs configured in a quartet just beside Vandroy. He crashes onto the piece of furniture, sliding it a few feet north.

"O-oops. But. Aye. Is this patchable? It's burnin'. I think it's that occult grime shite."
(Ciarán)
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[12:34] They were gone for ten minutes, and Agrien already had a patient. Aagh. A light sniff comes from him before he sighs again and settles his gaze upon Agrien with an apologetic demeanor on display for several moments before it fades into neutrality.

"You need any help with this Agri? If not, I'll probably be going back out with Shan for the fire crystals."
(Leylin)
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[12:37] The girl nodded, her light demeanor changing just briefly so as she noticed how serious the situation was. With one arm, she wrapped it around Ciaràn's form to assist him up. Agrien was definitely stronger than she looked.

"I got this, Ley, don't worry. He's conscious and walking and talking so it won't be too serious, thank you."

She said with a nod at the cadet as she started guiding the ruffian to the beds.

"Seems like you had it rough, but at least that's a lesson learned. Come on, let me take a look at this."
(Agrien Vandroy)
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[12:38] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[12:39] Ita passes a nod to the relative stranger in the room, then focuses on the matter preset- the red-headed thug and his injury. She makes ready to follow after the two at a safe and respectable distance with her hands folded across her front.
(Ita)
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[12:40] "Lesson learned? Listen, Agrien," The brute hops off his seat with a spring, lacing an arm around the artificer's shoulders. He did not seem content with being lectured, but reckoned he had it coming.

"I just did it 'cause y'said kits were lacking, and I wanted to contribute to the people, eh?!"

He rolls off of Vandroy's frame and collapses on the bed, letting out a heaving, haggard sigh of relief. The Lax did its part just fine, but overexertion was an endeavor that frequently inflamed such swathing, spanning injuries with intense ache.

"I'mma live, anyway. I'm a martyr."
(Ciarán)
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[12:44] "The true people's champion." she said with a light chuckle, not intending on actually mocking him, but just building a lighter atmosphere around all that was happening there, as she always did with any patient of her own. "Jokes aside the fact you're standing and talking after surviving an encounter at the Silverwall is reason enough to be proud. More than half the people that went there didn't have it so easy."

Setting aside a couple of utensils, the doctor went on to pick the alcohol, the gloves she was going to use to treat him, scalpel, stitches and everything she'd need to have at hands to work it.

"You're a good survivor, I'll give you that indeed." she said with a small smile, leaning closer to take a look at his wound so she'd treat him.
(Agrien Vandroy)
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[12:47] "Bahah. Y're right about that." With a content, faux-proud smirk splattered across the span of his lips, the knave rests easy against the cozy, embracing length of the pillows.

His state was relatively severe, although alleviated by the layers of ointment priorly applied across skin. His flesh had been singed by a multitude of burns that, at first glance, might've fooled another, but they pulsed with holy energy.

They seem to have partly scarified, regardless, making superficial, thin scabs over wherever they scattered. His stare fixes itself on the scalpel Agrien holds within her grasp.

"O-oi... Y'don't need that."
(Ciarán)
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[12:52] The ginger stopped for a moment to take a second glance at that wound, the type of burn it was sporting and the nature that might have caused it. It lasted however for just a spam of half a second, as she pressed her lips and continued normally as if nothing happened.

"I'll need to make a small incision to remove your burnt skin before the bandages. Don't worry, this time I'll give you something for the pain. And this is simpler than it sounds when I say it out loud, see?" she gestured at his burn, even if she looked at his face. "This is superficial and not too deep to need a full skin repairing. You'll be fine."

She nodded, shooting a small fixated stare at Ciaràn, but after a blink, she went on to get the alcohol, cottons and everything else she'd use on the procedure.

"You were lucky this didn't damage you on a muscle level or beyond. Replacing and repairing that is kind of messy."
(Agrien Vandroy)
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[12:53] Ita flinches and scratches her cheek. Oh man. At least it could've been uglier.
(Ita)
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[12:53] Ita asks, "Would it uh. Would it be safer if I left to get out of the way?"
[12:54] Ita says, "This sounds. Just a little serious."
[12:56] "Blergh. As long as it doesn't ruin my looks- fine."

The rogue spreads his limbs to the sides, giving Agrien ample working room for maneuvering and tending to his wounds. They were not severe, but it'd be wiser to relief obstructions- Ciarán was not known to be indolent. Quite proactive, rather.

"Muscles do hurt, though, but might just be an inflammation or somethin', however y'lot call it."

As Agrien's instruments of medicine were brought to the worktable, he cringed. Incisions, alcohol, bandages? It all sounded like he'd be fiddled with a bit.
(Ciarán)
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[12:56] Ciarán says, "Bah. C'mover, Itty."
[13:02] "It's all fine, you're not in the way at all, no." she said with a head motion towards Ita. "You can even come over here to watch it, if you don't mind injuries."

Nodding, the girl moved back to tend to Ciarán, but ultimately fetching a vial of a blue colored liquid and approaching it over to his mouth. "Drink this. It will taste worse than most things you've had before, but better than some. It should dull and numb you up so I can work it."

With the calm of someone who knew what they were doing, the doctor explained as she offered him the medicine, probably of her own. To keep things in motion and less still, she looked over Ita again.

"I've seen you around a few times, but never caught your name. You're friends with him?"
(Agrien Vandroy)
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[13:05] Ita nods to Ciaràn, but squints to the doctor to make sure she's given the proper clearance. This is her territory after all and she's intent on paying all the respects that station is due. Once she's given permission the young woman enters with a bow of her head, stepping to the opposite side of the bed.

"Thanks, miss Vandroy. I'll try not to get in the way.

I know Cia. He looks out for me. My name's Ita, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Uh...Again. Think you were operating on someone's leg last time."

She smiles sheepishly.

"I can maybe...do a little to dull his senses. If that'd help you at all."
(Ita)
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[13:06] "Couldn't analgesics taste like strawberry, or somethin'? What's the matter with y'all from the pharmaceutic field? Yikes." With a pitch, Ciarán grasps the vial, before downing it in three gulps. Despite trying to shoulder through the sour, bitter taste, he could only take so much at once.

"Krausdamn. UGH!" He jolts, before resting the flask by the bedside. Agrien had warned him, but nothing could've prepared the scoundrel for what had come.

"Take care of me, doc. Don't cut too deep." Ah, the drama.

(Ciarán)
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[13:06] Ciarán says, "Itty 'ere is my protegé."
[13:06] Ita says, "Uh. Yeah. That fancy word."
[13:06] Ita nods like she totally knows what that word means.
(Ita)
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[13:09] "I can give you an advanced chemistry lesson on how taste works in comparison to the composition of all the ingredients used on a solution, or you can taste this totally not bad-as-heck cheap vodka."

She said with a calm chuckle, nodding at Ita. "Anything you do to help the pain is good, Ita. Feel free to. I'll just have to scrap the burnt skin off his body and patch him up so it won't get infected from exposure."

As she said it, Agrien waited to see what Ita would do and the analgesics to take effect before she'd touch with a cotton soaked in alcohol to his burn, preparing it for the treatment.
(Agrien Vandroy)
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[13:14] Ita smiles thinly and nods, then glances about. In particular she squints back towards the door and tilts an hear towards it. She can see nothing nor hear nothing. Great.

"Okay, uh...So I haven't tested this on a person yet, Cia. But it should be fine."

Which are the words everyone wants to hear just before they go under the knife, right?

The young woman reaches out to touch the her red-headed mentor's shoulder, carefully applying a bit of mana to intrude on his system. Unlike most illusions it's not aiming to blind, confuse his sense of direction, are make his nervous system go haywire.

No, this is intended to be a much more gentle thing that she intends to work in concert with the medicine he's already ingested. Ita attempts to infuse him with a light floating sensation to take place of the pain and deep aches of his muscles.

"If it feels bad or weird, let me know and I can ease up."
(Ita)
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[13:17] "Ain't go worryin' yet, kid. I trust you." And perhaps he trusted her too much, plainly understating the amount of perceived reliability he invested in the girl. Even if Ita made a dire mistake, the rogue would probably tackle through it with a set of grit teeth, all in order to not discourage the girl.

The illusory works she executes, however, partly numbs his perception, sending his muscles in a torpid frenzy of quietness,

if such a thing is even possible.

Now that Ciarán was high on molly, his worries too seemed to be shrunk into oblivion. Fuck scalpels, fuck alcohol, fuck the pain.
(Ciarán)
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[13:23] "One thing you need to know if you intend on being a doctor or a healer, Itty." she said, as she continued to work that burn with the alcohol and cotton. "Sometimes you will hurt your patient during the treatment. It's inevitable and if you try to avoid causing them pain, you'll just mess the whole treatment."

Agrien's voice came in with a hint of knowledge behind, after all, she truly did know what she was doing for she was already quite experienced in medicine.

With one hand, she finished rubbing the alcohol soaked cotton around the burnt tissue of his skin, and with the other, she reached out for the scalpel.

"A doctor need to be as ready to heal as to hurt. It's part of the process, and you can't be afraid of doing it if it's to help them."

Nodding at the young lady, Agrien started scrapping his burnt tissue with the scalpel. Not trully cutting him, but she needed to remove the superficial area of his skin that have been basically fried by that holy energy.
(Agrien Vandroy)
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[13:26] That focus Ita can spare to Agrien is given; the young doctor has wisdom to offer and she's more than grateful to receive it, no matter how...grim it seems. There's a lesson to learn here regardless. Pain was sometimes a necessary part of it.

"Got it. Thank you, miss Vandroy."

If she's going to get the most from this it might be better if she can see. With her free hand, the one not calmly resting on Ciaràn's shoulder, she fumbles for a pair of ill-fitting spectacles and awkwardly slides them onto her nose.

Ah. Much better.

"If there's anything else I can do, please don't be afraid to ask."

Gold has an allure all its own, as the Suddite knows, but she's come to appreciate the value knowledge holds too when it's offered.
(Ita)
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[13:31] As the dead tissue of his scarified scabs was removed with surgical (duh) accuracy, Agrien's precision showed it was nothing to be scoffed at. Even if he were not under the effects of analgesics, Ciarán would likely not be riddled with any form of intense pain, due to the pinpoint exactness of each cut and slitting motion.

As treatment continues, all the rogue can do, while still under the effects of Ita's illusory dampening, is to blabber randomly- he likely dreamed of busted coffers and spilling mountains of gold.

Oh, boy.
(Ciarán)
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[13:34] "You could be a good nurse and future doctor here, I'm not going to lie. I've just instructed Lydia into receiving her permission too."

The ginger mused the idea idly as she continued the treatment, scrapping most of the burnt tissue of his skin and taking care of the exposed one, almost flayed part of his body with the proper medicines she had sat aside on the metallic tray.

It was a surprisingly easy process given the nature of his wound not to be too serious; at least, by comparison of how it could have been. All she would have to do is to be certain to patch and seal the wound well enough so he wouldn't grow an infection while he was healing.
(Agrien Vandroy)
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[13:37] Ita keeps the bulk of her attention on what's effectively a spell being blanketed over the patient. That doesn't means she can't still offer a few words and taken mental notes.

"I've been trying to uh. Work towards it, actually. If you need more hands here I'd be happy to offer them when they're not somewhere else."

It's another way she can contribute to something better. And is that so wrong?

"I've had a few informal lessons, but nothing good enough for a certification yet."

Once the procedure's over she starts easing up on the illusion that's placed on Ciaràn.
(Ita)
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[13:41] Ishizu asks, "Another one?"
[13:48] "That's always good, to take interest in things helping people out. Better than to take interest in hurting them, hm?"

She winked at Ita with her ever so good mood before she finished working on Ciarán. With the burnt skin completely removed, Agrien tended to the exposed wound with medicines and a thick paste, just before she patched him up with bandages and curatives, wrapping him as much as she could.

"Now it's just a matter of waiting for the normal healing process to go on, he's out of danger and shouldn't get an infection either."

A nod was made at Ishizu, as she discarded her gloves to tap on the Felinae's shoulder with a finger for no reason at all.

"Mm, but Cia got wounded at Silverwall like the others, not by the Syndicalists. I honestly can't tell which one is more dangerous by now."
(Agrien Vandroy)
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[13:52] Rocked on her heels as Agrien did her thing. For as much time as she spent watching Agrien, you'd thnk the Felinae would know their medical practices a bit better, but ADHD is a cruel mistress.

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she snapped back to reality and snickered after noticing Agrien poking her shoulder.

"Ye' know, me has te' say the Mines by this point. Syndicate seems to get injured more than gives injuries. Fail more often than succeed." Looking over the latest two victims, it'd seem to be burns of some kind.

"Acid burns or was something else?"
(Ishizu)
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[13:54] "Couldn't agree with you more, miss Vandroy," Ita offers kindly. "It's good he'll be okay. I mean, I didn't think he wouldn't be. He's...stubborn."

She lifts her hand in a small wave to Ishizu, a Felinae she can recall in passing from some time ago. Her memory of her is much more grubby. Then again, that's a good thing. It means she's gotten a little cleaner.

"...There has been a lot of trouble from the Syndicate lately. I hope it lets up."
(Ita)