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| Topic Started: Dec 11 2008, 02:07 AM (168 Views) | |
| Amos Charp | Dec 11 2008, 02:07 AM Post #1 |
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((This is a continuation of the thread Ground Breaking)) Pretty soon, Amos imagined he was going to feel like smacking whoever had invented the stair. Or at least give them a good talking to. It's not that stairs were all that bad. Nor was it the fact that one stair usually meant many more. It wasn't even that stairs were often just a little too small for him. No, what really irked him was having to climb stairs with a footpaw that may or may not be broken. And so it was more than a small measure of relief that the beaver felt when the nearly-blind Torsten directed Ariel to turn away from the oncoming staircase and into a nearby hallway. Wincing as he put weight on his left footpaw, Amos leaned heavily against the solid stone wall that composed both the hallway's sides. He supposed there was some measure of irony in the fact that these walls - which had been constructed by the very shrew who had thrown a stone mallet at his foot - was now helping him along. With a grunt, Amos pushed off with his injured appendage and followed after the other two with a slight stagger. He hoped the infirmary was not much further. |
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"'A log is only as good as the ends for which it is used.' Or so my father always told me." ~ Amos Charp, A carpenter Alt: Orion Fulcry | |
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| Ariel Oceantear | Dec 11 2008, 10:35 AM Post #2 |
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Before Torsten could point it out, Ariel caught a glimpse of double doors up ahead, propped open. Sunlight was streaming through the windows, and even from the hallway one could catch a glimpse of neat rows of beds with crisp sheets. She glanced back at Amos. His stoic face betrayed very little, but he looked to be getting worse. Ariel stepped up her pace a bit, and glanced into the room. Sure enough, it had to be the infirmary. Clean beds, white cloths, bright sunlight, small tables and carts. Everything orderly, neat and tidy. Yet there was still a hint of that bleached, starchy scent that often walked paw-in-paw with illness and loss..... or at least in her memories, it did. She frowned. Time for happier thoughts. It was horrible timing that Amos had a broken foot now. Well, not that were was ever a good time to break a bone. But now, the winter would bring frost, which would turn to ice..... all in all, unlucky timing. However, a fort of this size no doubt had a reputable healer or two, and hopefully someone was available to see to Amos right away. She guided Torsten to face the open room, politely waiting for his confirmation. "Believe we've arrived, no?" |
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| SilverRose Brighteye | Dec 13 2008, 12:24 AM Post #3 |
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"Hm, let's see, angelica, check. Celandine, check. Slippery elm...no we're missing that. Balsam and clover...yes, and yes. Willow and, no we don't have dandelion in that storeroom.... I could use comfrey instead. Hm…" SilverRose sighed as she went through the infirmary's inventory. She had a piece of parchment in one paw and a chunk of charcoal in the other. A quill pen without ink rested behind one of her ears as she put check marks next to the herbs that they had in stock, and those they were still missing. She had only checked one of the herb closets and she still had one to go. Hopefully she'd find the rest of the herbs, or at least most of the ones on her list otherwise she'd have to try to spare the remaining plants a bitter, cold death. Perhaps if they could get a shipment in...hm. She'd have to talk to one of the commanders about that. The squirrelmaid walked quietly down the hall, her skirt swaying along her legs. Her bushy red tail flicked thoughtfully back and forth. She was on duty today for a few more hours. The infirmary had been quiet most of the day so she'd taken advantage of the calm morn to get a few other things done. SilverRose pursed her lips, trying to remember how long Akira had said he'd be able to watch over Narika. She wanted to be prepared in case her daughter popped up while she was tending to a patient. Not that the infirmary was busy today- "Believe we've arrived, no?" SilverRose jerked to a halt after she rounded the corner. The squirrelmaid took in the party at a glance and frowned to herself. Gone ten minutes and some beast had to hurt himself. Her eyes darted to Ariel at first then grew wide in surprise. She remembered the otter from Fort Ruddler, though she couldn't remember ever having formally met the Commander. It seems all of the veterans are coming back she thought to herself. Shaking her head, the squirrel approached the group. "What's happened here?" she asked kindly. Her gaze went to Amos, taking in his expression and immediately her face twisted to the mask of a healer. He didn’t look to be in good shape. Her gaze crossed to Ariel and Torsten, looking for wounds as well as she came closer. "My name is SilverRose Brighteye. I'm one of Black Arch Fort's newer healers. Let's get you inside and have a look." She gestured with her paw to the crisp, clean beds. Well, at least it looked like she'd be dealing with a break and not a stab wound. The less blood the better, especially if Narika showed up. Ooc: hope you don’t mind me jumping in. |
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| Ariel Oceantear | Dec 15 2008, 03:27 PM Post #4 |
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((OOC: nah, perfect timing =)) "My name is SilverRose Brighteye. I'm one of Black Arch Fort's newer healers. Let's get you inside and have a look." Ariel blinked, recognition dawning. Having recently run into Akira elsewhere in the fort, SilverRose's presence was less of a shock. The two had always been together more often than not, years ago. It was a warming thought that they had weathered the seasons together, and it made her break into a genuine smile. "SilverRose..... meet Amos Charp." She let her mind wander for only a second longer, before she paused and stepped to the side. The silver-furred squirrel had always possessed excellent healing talents, which had come to fruitful use in past days. Unless her memory failed her, the squirrel had been on the 'Flyer. Rook's ship, ironically..... but judging by the surprise on SilverRose's face, they hadn't run into each other yet. "Amos, you're in very capable paws." Ariel gently placed one paw on Torsten's shoulder and guided him to sit on a bed a few paces away, so as not to crowd the healing process. She perched on the edge of the bunk directly across from him, studying the pool of water which formed as frost melted from her boots. Winter.... how depressing. She turned her attention toward the hare. There were still so very many unanswered questions she had about this place here, having been thrown (more or less) into the middle of it all. "How many seasons have you seen at Black Arch, Torsten? I haven't been here long, but it seems like a fair place t'let time pass." |
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| Amos Charp | Dec 15 2008, 11:09 PM Post #5 |
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"What's happened here?" "Casualties of war." Amos gave a wry smile that twisted into a grimace as he accidently leaned onto his injured foot. "My name is SilverRose Brighteye. I'm one of Black Arch Fort's newer healers. Let's get you inside and have a look." "SilverRose..... meet Amos Charp." Amos nodded before hobbling into the infirmary and gingerly sitting himself onto the nearest empty bed. It creaked and sagged heavily beneath his weight, but held steady. He sighed with relief as some of the pain in his footpaw receded. It still hurt like the dickens, but it felt much better than it had a moment ago. "Amos, you're in very capable paws." The beaver glanced at Ariel, then at SilverRose. "Pleasure to meet you, SilverRose. Although I wouldn't have minded meeting under a bit different circumstances." |
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"'A log is only as good as the ends for which it is used.' Or so my father always told me." ~ Amos Charp, A carpenter Alt: Orion Fulcry | |
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| SilverRose Brighteye | Dec 17 2008, 10:33 PM Post #6 |
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"Casualties of war." SilverRose arched an eyebrow, but by the smile on Amos' face, she could tell he was joking. Good. She wasn't looking forward to healing a bunch of beasts injured in battle, especially not since she was so new to the Fort. The squirrelmaiden followed Ariel and Amos into the infirmary, sending a polite nod in Torsten's direction. She took in the slightly bedraggled forms of all three creatures and had to wonder what kind of mess they had gotten themselves into. The puddle of water forming at Ariel's footpaws didn't go amiss. SilverRose shook her head. "SilverRose..... meet Amos Charp." "Pleasure to meet you, SilverRose. Although I wouldn't have minded meeting under a bit different circumstances." "It's a pleasure," she said to Amos, her voice light and comforting. "Most creatures say the same thing about how we're introduced. I wish I didn't have to meet so many beasts for the first time because I have to fix them." She chuckled softly and left to grab a short table pressed up against the wall. A thin, but comfortable pillow was placed on top. The maid pushed this across the room to where Amos was sitting and she crouched at his side. "I'm going to help you lift your leg up onto this table. It'll let me see what's broken or fractured. Just try to relax." Once she was certain that he would stay still, she carefully lifted his leg and shifted the table underneath it with her footpaw. Once his injured limb was settled, she went across the room to a shelf with blankets. The squirrel pulled a couple down into her arms and then crossed towards Ariel and Torsten. "I'm afraid that the room may feel a little cold. The fire has started to die down." She passed them to the pair before she wrapped one around Amos to keep him warm. That done, she scooted a chair close to where his leg was propped up. She had a healing bag attached to her hip and she was looking over his footpaw, silently appraising it. "Can you tell me exactly what happened to it and where it hurts the most? Is the pain closer to your ankle or your toes or just all over?" They were preliminary questions so that she could figure out just how bad the break, fracture, or sprain might be. If she knew what had been done to his footpaw, she could also figure out just how much damage may have been done. |
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| Amos Charp | Dec 19 2008, 05:39 PM Post #7 |
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"It's a pleasure. Most creatures say the same thing about how we're introduced. I wish I didn't have to meet so many beasts for the first time because I have to fix them." Amos smiled. Ariel was right; this squirrel seemed very capable. The way she carried herself bespoke her experience and confidence. He had a knack for appraising other artists, and SilverRose - who was an artist, and no mistake - was definitely not an amateur. "I'm going to help you lift your leg up onto this table. It'll let me see what's broken or fractured. Just try to relax." "Alright." Amos nodded, doing his best to relax. As the healer lifted his leg, he helped a little bit, not wanting her to have to exert herself unduly much. Feeling a little of the pain ebb away as he settled his foot down onto the soft pillow, he let out a relieved sigh. He closed his eyes only to open them a moment later as a blanket was settled about his shoulders and a chair scraped across the floor. "Can you tell me exactly what happened to it and where it hurts the most? Is the pain closer to your ankle or your toes or just all over?" Amos hesitated, not really wanting to speak bad about Rubena. But after a moment of contemplation during which he reviewed the day's events, the beaver's indignation rose several notches. "The stonemason, Rubena, threw a hammer at my foot," he stated simply. "Says she didn't mean it, but I have my doubts." His foot throbbed, as if telling him to stay on track. "And the pain is all over..." he paused and winced. "But a bit more painful closer to the ankle." |
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"'A log is only as good as the ends for which it is used.' Or so my father always told me." ~ Amos Charp, A carpenter Alt: Orion Fulcry | |
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| SilverRose Brighteye | Dec 22 2008, 08:14 PM Post #8 |
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"The stonemason, Rubena, threw a hammer at my foot. Says she didn't mean it, but I have my doubts." SilverRose grimaced inwardly and gave a slight shake of her head. She threw a hammer at his footpaw? Goodness, I have to remember not to make her mad at me. I've broken my ankle enough in the past few years. The squirrelmaiden pulled her chair closer and looked over his ankle thoughtfully. The paw was starting to swell, which was to be expected. She'd have to move some of the fur aside to see if it was bruised, but she'd have to warn Amos about the pain. Healing never came without a price. "And the pain is all over...But a bit more painful closer to the ankle." "Hmm," SilverRose mused. She sat back and then stood to grab a flat board for writing, a piece of parchment, and her quill. She wrote down Amos' name, the accident, as well as his symptoms. Once finished, she put the board on the bed next to the beaver and held out her paws. "I won't know the extent of the damage until I move your footpaw around a little. It could just be a fracture or a bruised bone. It could also be broken. I will warn you that this may hurt but it won't last long. If it feels like I'm doing too much, ask me to stop and I will. I don't mean to cause you any discomfort." SilverRose blew out a calm breath then pressed her paws against his footpaw. Very gently, she began to move the injured limb. Her fingers were light against his flesh, though she was searching for any odd movements in the paw. SilverRose was gentle, but her eyes were tense, constantly watching for irregularities that might appear against his skin. If the bone really was shattered, she should be able to see it. |
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| Amos Charp | Dec 28 2008, 06:27 PM Post #9 |
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"I won't know the extent of the damage until I move your footpaw around a little. It could just be a fracture or a bruised bone. It could also be broken. I will warn you that this may hurt but it won't last long. If it feels like I'm doing too much, ask me to stop and I will. I don't mean to cause you any discomfort." Amos nodded, closed his eyes, and did his best to relax. Stiffening as he felt SilverRose begin to inspect his footpaw, the beaver peered out one eye to watch. Realizing he was again tense, he relaxed his leg muscles. As the healer's deft fingers inspected the foot, pain began to seep back in. And then, a sharp pain shot through it, and there was a sharp intake of breath from Amos. Hoping to distract himself, he tilted his head up and stared at the ceiling. |
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| SilverRose Brighteye | Jan 24 2009, 01:01 PM Post #10 |
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ooc: *slaps head* I'm so sorry. I completely forgot that this post was here! ic: SilverRose continued to feel around for breaks and she was rewarded with a gasp from Amos. The healer's eyes lifted to the beaver and she "hmmed" softly under her breath. One finger moved around slowly until she could feel through the swelling where the footpaw was actually broken. It wasn't a clean break, unfortunately, but that didn't mean that she couldn't set it. Amos would have a long recovery to deal with, but there wasn't much he could do about that. It was a pity that he had injured himself in the winter. The ice made walking dangerous, not to mention he couldn’t just sit outside and enjoy the weather while the herbs and splint did their work. The squirrel rocked back and carefully set Amos' leg back onto the cushioned table. One paw went to her chin and she nodded to herself before rising to her footpaws. She grabbed her parchment and began to scribble something down. "I could feel a break through the swelling. It's not going to be a pleasant recovery, but so long as you stay off of your footpaw and let my medicines work, the break should mend in a shorter amount of time. I'll have to splint your footpaw, and then I'd like you to stay in the infirmary at least for tonight so I can keep an eye on the swelling. If it gets worse, I may have to reset the splint so that the wrappings don't cut off the blood circulation to the rest of your leg." She looked at the beaver for a moment then went back to her parchment. "After that, I think it'll be safe for you to rest in your own room. I can have someone bring meals up to you. It's imperative that you don't stress the footpaw otherwise you may risk rebreaking the bone." SilverRose put the parchment onto a nearby table and put a paw on her hip as she considered Amos. He was dealing with the injury quite well, though she had a feeling he was still in a lot of pain. "If you'd like, I can make an herbal drink to help with some of the pain. It will make setting the bone easier and less stressful for you." She'd leave the decision up to him. She wouldn't force the drink down his throat since it wasn't exactly necessary. |
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