2.6/ open/ you gagging? let me get you a cough drop

[dedikated]

Who: Clinic Staff and everyone else.
What: It's a catch all for all your clinic shenanigans. Come ease the last of your paranoia flu with the medicine they don't have, get patched up because you looked at one of Caedra's demons the wrong way, and so on and so forth.
Where: Take a wild guess.
When: For all of April
Warnings: Nothing at the moment, please warn in subject headers as necessary!


( In comparison to its predecessor, the new clinic - situated next door to the guard HQ, near spire 4 - isn't quite as colourful. There are no painted murals to distinguish it from other buildings in the city, only a hastily written sign next to the door. That may have to be fixed in future, but for now, it will suffice.

Enter, and you'll find that it's spotlessly clean, with so much staff and only so many people to treat, hands have to be kept busy one way or another. And then there's the recent bout of flu, which has led to the place being scrubbed down yet again. But people are getting back on their feet, and even if not everyone is 100%, there'll certainly be someone there to talk to or help heal you. Whether you need therapy (who doesn't?) or a check up, the rooms suffice to service those needs.

Please try to avoid needing surgery, though. )

Comments

[sonofacesius]

"Well she sounds like a blast. " Will let the claw drop into a jar he'd dispose of later, since Curufin didn't want to save it. He never knew. Some demigods liked trophy's. Like the Ares cabin. Even the attic of Big House was littered with Demigod trophy's and items. The claw wasn't exactly a trophy though, but hard won still, if only by the wounds he seemed to have received. Based on what he had said earlier, Curufin obviously gave as well as he got.

He winced, sensing the bacterial load present in those wounds, and then again when he sensed the punctured lung. That was a problem. Not a huge one, but still a problem. He smiled at Curufin.

"That's what I do, yeah. I work with your body to help heal it." Will started singing a soft hymn to Apollo in ancient greek, closing his eyes to start the work, hands still touching the elf.

"You better be as tough as you say you are."

[so_dark_a_road]

"She certainly is something!" Curufin agreed. He could think of a few choice adjectives with which to replace the indefinite noun, but none were appropriate for use in polite conversation. The claw was indeed hard won, but Curufin had no use for it. If Will wanted to keep it as a sample with which to identify the demon's type, he certainly could have it. And oh yes, Curufin gave as good as he got! Better!

Curufn's people didn't have the concept of bacteria, they thought in terms of energies wholesome and unwholesome. And that is what their own healers worked with, once the basic medical care was complete.

"All right, I would greatly appreciate the help. Go ahead, do whatever you will." He listened to the hymn. It sounded almost familiar, although he didn't know the language. Elvish healers sometimes invoked the goddess Estë, the healer of hurts and weariness.

He smiled. "Try me." Oh yes, he was tough.

[sonofacesius]

Polite conversation was overrated. It was a pity Curufin couldn't stop stop by the Apollo cabin back at Camp and hear the mouth on Kayla. The curses that girl knew in ancient greek....damn he missed home.

Will continued with the hymn, pouring energy into the elf, boosting his own and wishing Curufin was a half-blood so he could pour some nectar in the wounds to clean them out. It was certainly a good way to combat germs. Nectar of the gods. But, he didn't want to kill Curufin. That was kind of the opposite of what hew as trying to do right now. He focused on the lung first, that was the worst of the injuries, boosting his immune system to help clear out the wounds.

The demigod was significantly paler when he stopped. "I'm going to bandage you up. I'd like to keep the wounds relatively open so they can heal, and I'll give you another healing in a few hours. Are you feeling any better?"

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin would have been very glad to stop by the Apollo cabin! It would be an honor to visit Will's world. Kayla's curses would be a plus, though. Despite Curufin's formal style, with his history it should surprise nobody that he collects swear words in any language he has happened to learn -- and that's at least six languages. He's in fact good at invective, and admires anybody who else who is.

Once Will started to pour his energy into the Elvish body, Curufin fell into a kind of trance. It was like being under a waterfall, except that he could breathe the water. It washed through his lung with great power, and he could feel the tissues responding, the bloodstream responding to the call to purify the wounds. He breathed deeply, drifting off into a place where there was no pain, only healing.

Of course he awakened when Will stopped, and though the pain returned, it was not as deep and cutting as it had been. "Yes. . . I am feeling a little better. I'll just lie here and rest, then, until you're ready to come back."

He had the presence of mind to take a look at Will. "Really takes it out of you, doesn't it?" he said, with concern.

[sonofacesius]

Kayla would no doubt be honored to teach him. His half-sister had quite a mouth. And was quite an archer. Gods, he missed his family. Will reached into his backpack, tempted to take a small piece of ambrosia and keep working on Curufin, but he knew better. He didn't want to be in a situation where he got hurt and needed it, and he already had some ambrosia and didn't dare take more. No, Curufin wasn't in danger. There was no need.

"It could be worse. If any demigod uses their powers too much, they get tired. It's like any other skill. Sometimes you need to take a break."

It could have been so much worse. It had been so much worse. He hadn't been stuck on Olympus after treating injured and dying non stop for days, with little to no sleep and running out of mortal and demigod medical supplies. No, as long as he wasn't trapped on Olympus watching it disintegrate while trying to keep the injured from dying, well, he was just a little sleepy.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin admired women who had quite a mouth and were good archers! -- his cousin Aredhel was that sort, and he missed her as Will missed Kayla.

But he'll live without the ambrosia, and he'd be the first to tell Will to save it for a real emergency.

"Makes sense," he murmured, feeling the pull of sleep again. It hadn't felt like a natural sleep, but who's complaining? "You'd better go and take that break, then. I wouldn't want you to exhaust yourself."

Well, they had that in common. They had both watched the dissolution of their world and tried to stop it from happening while people died.

[sonofacesius]

"I will. You try and rest, I'm just going to put a light bandage on your wounds."

Will looked around, for bandages, adding a small dressing to keep the wound supple and so it wouldn't stick to the bandage, smoothing the edges around, and finding a blanket for him, draping it over his body.

"It will take more than this to exhaust me." Actually despite his need for a recharge, he was quite happy. Sorry Curufin, he had been kind of bored and no one had gotten any limbs ripped off. It wasn't exactly emergency surgery but it was close enough that he was at least stoked. And kind of wanted a little more. Demigods were adrenaline junkies.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin's eyes were closing. The healing hadn't been unpleasant, much to his surprise, but it had taken its toll on the Elven-warrior's energies, and that was on top of the shock of injury and blood loss, and what it had taken for him to stay on his feet long enough for Maglor to get him to the Clinic. (Not to mention all that energy he had put into talking. He never could keep his mouth shut!)

He drifted as Will put the dressings and the bandages on, but he made a small catlike motion with his chin as the blanket was drawn up to his neck. Nice, warm. . .

Safe to rest, now.

Still, one more sentence and a soft chuckle from Curufin. "I'm quite sure of that." Adrenaline junkies unite! Next time, he'll try to get a limb ripped off so that it'll be more of a challenge for Will. XD

And then he plunged into sleep.