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[Richard Burke]

Richard saw the new doctor, and was relieved. The more help this woman would recieve the better the squire would feel. He eased up, and hoped she would recover quickly, and then the knights could hunt what ever feind that did this. He was going to bring this up to his Patron as soon as he could. If there were monsters in the region, they needed to be slain immediately.

Then, Richard noticed the heat inbetween the two doctors, they were obviously not on good terms with each other. He quietly placed his hand on his arming sword, hoping that the doctors would put aside their differances to help this woman. If they needed to be pursuaded, he was willing to help them along.

Then the woman began to struggle.Richard stepped up to the table when the second doctor told him too. He was mortifyed, this woman was badly hurt, and he wanted to help her. She was remembering what hurt her, and it hit the squire to his soul. He was being too empathetic, it wasnt exactly a quality the knights were famous for, but there it was. Richard placed his hands on the girls shoulders, trying to comfort her, but he also would gently hold the girl down. He wouldn't be able to hold her torso and legs at the same time, but he would do all he could.

The woman's skin was cold, and clamy. Richard looked at her concearned, trying not to hold her down too hard. "quiet down, miss" he whispered, he didnt know if she had heard him, or even if anything like that would help. Even doing something he was told, he felt awkward and out of place in the surgeory room.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion Did this woman know anything? It was a waste of his time to teach her if she didn't understand basic terminology, and to have her questioning him or not doing as he said. It infuriated him. And the way she'd humiliated him when they first met didn't help. This woman was useless, it seemed. The way she did nothing when he spoke of shock. The way she couldn't find the words to explain what was wrong. He shook his head and took his attention from the injured for a moment in order to slightly berate the Myrian healer. "Shock. Her body has been through trauma. She's lost so many fluids that her body will start shutting down because there isn't enough blood for her heart to pump. I need to know if she's showing signs of it so I know if I need to send you to get a healer to help out or not." He let out a quick, annoyed, sigh before continuing. "It's a pulse. Her pulse is weak. Yes, I figured as much. Again, tying to the blood loss." She didn't know anything it seemed. "Like shyke we're gonna sew her up yet. Pressure points, Min. We can try and control the bleeding before we do that. What I need you to do is mix me up a paste. My kit over there has some rosemary in it. Use that as the main ingredient and make me something I can spread on these wounds." Almost on cue, however, the woman awoke from her slumber. Thrashing about frantically, risking injuring herself even further. Orion thought back on what his father had pounded into his head. "I'm not a saint," he muttered quietly. The two were struggling to hold her down, and it wouldn't do any good for Orion to help, because then they'd not be able to work on her. So reaching down into his supplies did his hands go, and a dagger they did retrieve. He held it point up, walked over to the young woman's head, and cracked her with the pommel, doing what he had to in order to put her back under. What was another injury at this point? Orion looked up to the other two and spoke defiantly. "What?!" People couldn't appreciate good handiwork. It wasn't the first time he'd put a patient out barbarically, but her heart couldn't handle the extra damage that adrenaline could bring in her current state. It needed to be done. Not that he didn't enjoy it a little.

[Min]

Orion’s reaction to her attempt to give him the information he sought was less than pleasant. Min had just glared at him, for truly, he was the one who was playing the fool here – but that came as no surprise. She had done what was needed, not at his bidding but because it was the right thing to do. But he was obviously finding her inability to articulate her observations appallingly infuriating. If nothing else, Min was ready to ding Orion for his highly emotional personality. What kind of decent healer would let themselves get all riled up while trying to see to a patient? That was far more annoying than the fact that he disagreed with her about sewing up the wounds. Well, he could play around with anticoagulants if he liked – she thought it would be a waste of time. And she had been on the verge of saying so, when the girl chose that moment to come to and begin to struggle. Min’s attention was diverted and she swallowed her words countering Orion’s orders, and did what she could to keep the girl from making her own situation worse. The young man reacted quickly and came to help restrain the girl, and he seemed genuinely concerned about her. All to the good, Min thought. If he could calm her, that would leave Min free to go back to trying to assist the doctor. It really came out of the blue. Min was focused on the patient and was only vaguely aware that the doctor was reaching for something amongst his supplies. When he came towards the head of the table, Min really didn’t know what he meant to check on or do – perhaps he wanted to check her pulse himself. Then – thwack! The sound of the pommel hitting the girl brought Min’s head around with a snap, and her jaw dropped open in disbelief. What was this idiot trying to do? The girl sagged back down, the blow having done its intended work, and Min felt her now dead weight against her arm. But still! Her eyes glared with fury at the physician and she said in almost a snarl, “What? Do you want her dead? You are a bad doctor! Very bad! You do not have to give her head an injury – you treat her – she will die for sure!” OOCShiress, I checked with Orion and we both assumed that Shiress would indeed have been struck unconscious from that blow. But if you want her not to have been, please let me know and I will edit accordingly.

[Richard Burke]

Richard was getting fed up, the doctors were more concearned with thier petty squable, maybe that worked for normal patients, or normal people, people the squire didnt know, or see. This, was starting to make the normally soft spoken knight angry, he wasnt known to have a temper, most other squires thought he was distant, and calculating, not one for blind passion, but every man had a mean streak, and had things that made him upset.

Watching the two doctors fight over how best to treat this woman, this stranger, this unknown, and discarded woman, were the squire's apparent buttons. Had this unnamed woman not suddenly woken up, Richard would have voiced his opinions much sooner, but he was too busy holding her down to make any sort of protest. He vaugely heard them argue about paste, or sewing, the content didnt matter as much as the argument themselves. Richard, not having the most basic medical training, was becoming weary of their senseless bantor.

He was trying to calm the poor woman, when he noticed the gleam of steel, thinking it was a medical instrument, he payed it no heed, until the pommel cracked the womans skull. Richard stood in shock, as the woman fell to the table, calm, and limp. The blow would have brought down a greater man, but it was too late to stop it. Richard was still holding the woman, then realized it was fruitless, she was out cold, and hopefully not any worse for the wear.

Not having to hold the woman, freed the squire's tongue, he glared at the doctors, and was going to shout, but held it back, instead he uttered quietly, "Stop your fighting." through his teeth, biting back his own anger, it was full of venom, and his hand came to rest on his arming sword, he wasnt going to let them continue their ridiculous contest for long.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion When everyone reacted in a hostile manner, Orion nearly lost it. His temper was at a boiling point. Min could dig her fingernails right under the doctor's skin just by her mannerisms and her defiance. That she was good to look at only made it worse. Angry, furious, eyes stared him down, disapproving of his tactics. Wasn't that rich? A Myrian upset with violence. What a joke. And that boy. That annoying boy. Orion felt silent as he made his way quickly over to the unconscious woman's legs. The pressure was rising, and after the moment of shock subsided the two had at him. Min saying she was going to die. The boy flashing his sword like he was tough, telling them to stop fighting. It was all too much. It had to stop. "BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE PETCH UP OR GET. THE. PETCH. OUT." He threw his hands up in frustration, staring at the armed man first. "You. Stop flashing your sword like your some tough guy. This is my operating room. This is my examination room." He took a step over towards him, motioning to the squire's blade. "Are you compensating? Do you think it really helps anything for you to act like you would honestly draw your weapon on someone who's trying to save this woman? I'm not arguing with Min here. I'm instructing. I'm teaching. Maybe you've never been in a medical facility before, but mind your tongue. And about this woman? I'm not toying with her petching life, but you, you're making me waste time." He turned his focus to Min. "And on the topic of wasting time. Listen to me or get out and get me someone who will. I knocked this woman out because her body can't handle being awake and freaking out. She's got some crazy will to survive, but I'm not telling you to make that salve for no reason at all! Now I'm going to apply pressure to her artery to slow the blood loss. You are going to make that salve, as I asked. But now, I'm. Not. Asking." He placed his hand on the woman's inner thigh, and applied intense pressure to it, driving his fingers into her skin. The blood flow began to slowly decrease. "It will decrease the chances of there being an infection if you would make that for me. Now." Gods these people were worthless. He was no leader, as he usually worked alone or with assistants who were paid to listen to him. Having this woman, another doctor, come in, act like she was going to help, but just dispute what he was saying. If she didn't get it done, he was going to lose his mind and send this woman off to a healer. "So if you would get to work, I'll explain the rest of our plan here. After you have that salve created, we'll flush the injury out to make sure there's nothing dangerous left in, and then we'll apply it to the interior of the wound? Got it?" He took a deep breath, letting his vision fall on the woman laying on the table. She'd be alright if they could just all get on the same page. It just needed to happen, and quickly. "After we've got it applied, we'll need to close it up. If we can have the blood flow under control and put the salve inside the wound, we can cauterize it with a hot iron. Prepare that as well, Min."

[Min]

The words coming from both men were grossly unfair and unjustified. Min had not been fighting with Orion. Up until the point where he chose to clonk the poor patient on the head with a dagger handle, she had said very little at all, and only in quiet tones. She had not contradicted the doctor in charge, and certainly hadn’t argued with him, despite what her internal thought processes had been. The Myrian might have thought the young squire would have at least appreciated her own outrage at Orion bashing the girl in the brains – if the blow was hard enough to knock her unconscious it could well have done significant damage. Typically it was both force and torque that caused unconsciousness – when the brain basically sloshed around inside the skull. A straight blow to the head like this was just uncalled for. Perhaps, Min, considered, the young man could be forgiven for his anxiety over seeing that the girl got treated – and having witnessed Orion’s insane method of keeping her quiet. But that had been nothing of her doing. And the way Orion spoke to her was equally the sign of a man who had no skill with others. He spoke of teaching? Well, it was a poor teacher indeed who treated what would have been a fairly apt pupil thus. She gave him a level gaze, and said in an equally level voice – the same she had used since entering the room but a brief time ago – “I will leave. You work. I upset you. That is not good for her.” She let her fingers rest on the now unconscious girl’s forearm. “She needs you. I will ask if there is another who can help you, doctor.” Without any further commentary, she turned to leave them – for the girl’s sake . The girl was in awful shape. Min would have done her best to sew her up and that might not have been the optimal treatment. But perhaps Orion knew better. Perhaps not. Min could clearly see, however, that Orion was not a man who another healer could make a suggestion to or discuss treatment with. Yes, there was urgency here – but yelling at people didn’t typically make them more malleable to your will. She acknowledged her own shortcomings too – her lack of adequate and technical vocabulary to be able to have such a discourse would put patients at risk. She’d have to correct that, somehow. So it wasn’t pride that prompted Min to leave Orion to do what he could. It was a certain knowledge that she was not wanted in this room and her continued presence would simply lead to more wasted time.

[Shiress]

Shiress lay in a deep darkness. Her mind and body thoughtless and still having been jolted from a horrible memory into a blankness. A blankness that her body welcomed and needed. Her heart now beats at a weak rhythmic rate, undaunted by terror or fatigue. Her body now painless and surrendered. Her eyes lay motionless beneath their sanctuary. Her mouth slightly open draws slow, shallow breaths. A peace has taken the place where fear once engulfed her. Without knowledge or conscious effort her body reached out to the warm touch of concern on her arm and the healing touch about her leg. Her arm, unseen, moved toward her leg grasping hold of the sleeve of one while her other found the warmth of a forearm. "Please" she whispered...

[Richard Burke]

The squire seethed with hate for this man, but it was tinged with profressional respect, the man had no decorum, or respect for the knights, but maybe he was good at what he did, maybe just maybe, he knew what he was doing, and maybe he was just teaching the other doctor, Richard couldnt be sure.

"Find another person to teach on." said the squire, his hand still resting on his sword, more out of habbit than any sort of threat, "Im certain there are other patients for you to learn on." He was calmer now, his voice urging the doctors to resume their work.

OOCSorry for the shortness, but its a Doctor's thread now.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion So he had gone overboard. He knew it. They certainly knew it. At least it had mostly shut the boy up. Min, however, he'd wronged her worse than when he'd tried to get a free look at her form at their first meeting. For as smooth as he could be outside of work, the doctor had no idea how to command a room properly, and if he perceived that he was losing control of it, he would, well, freak out. Sometimes internally, sometimes externally. Not a trait one would want from a doctor, that was for sure. His medical skill was undeniable, though, so he did what he could do. As he opened his mouth to give some semblance of an apology, the squire chose that time to speak. Use another patient? Was this man a fool? "I beg your pardon, sir, but we rarely get these serious of injuries. I shan't be wasting this opportunity for me and my fellow physician here to improve. And still with the sword..." Min had clearly had enough. She spoke her words, unexpectedly cool and calm. Before he could reply though, the injured woman stirred slightly, reaching out to both him and the Myrian. "Gods...." He shook his head and attempted to bridge the gap between him and Min with his words. "Please..I'm sorry. I'd rather have a skilled doctor in here working with me than one of those assistants. We just need to be on the same page." He turned focus back to the wounded, beginning to flush out her injuries with water from a basin beside him. "If you disagree with what I'm doing, we'll talk about it after we save her. Just, please, work with me here and let's save her life." The corners of his mouth curled into a half smile. "Besides, she clearly wants us both here, and what are doctor's but servants of the people?" He didn't even know if he meant a word he had said, but he could sound the part. It wasn't the time for squabbling, it wasn't the time for a different assistant. The woman's desire to live was something else, but everything had a stopping point, and Orion didn't want to find hers.

[Min]

The frail touch, almost as light as the brush of a butterfly’s wing, stayed Min. She looked down into the ashen face of the girl and she felt a surge of regret, and selfchastisement. Surely – surely – she could put aside or bury or swallow back whatever it was that had turned this endeavor to help into such a raging turmoil of pushed buttons and flaring tempers. Her other hand closed over that too cold one, and she gripped it gently. “Do not worry,” Min said in almost a whisper. “You will be alright. You will live.” She could not turn that into a promise, but she could stay and try to help, and not hinder, Orion’s efforts, if he would let her. The young squire was still rigid with anxiety and concern, but his voice was a bit more level when next he spoke, basically telling them to get on with things. And then Orion spoke and he too was making an effort to calm his voice, and his tone, and his words. It was if they had all three of them taken a collective breath and stepped back a fraction of a second and seen themselves objectively – and decided they were making a complete hash of this – and the girl would ultimately be the one to pay the price for it. Orion’s words were generous, and Min could appreciate the spirit in which they were offered. He of course was trying his best to really concentrate on what he was doing, and Min nodded and said, “Alright. I will do what you tell me. We can try.” With no further commentary, she turned to the shelf he had indicated previously and went to his pack. Rummaging about through its contents, she quickly laid her hands on the herb he had mentioned – Rosemary. Luckily, her unfamiliarity with terminology in Common had been somewhat alleviated since her coming to Syliras by her frequent visits to a gabby herb seller at the bazaar – at least as far as the names of indigenous plants and their uses. There was another the woman had spoken of and showed to Min, and as Min began to dump the dried rosemary into a mortar that was on the shelf, she asked Orion, “Do you have the one, Yarrow? I hear it is good to stop bleeding.” Picking up a pestle, she began to grind the herb and consider what would be to hand to add to create a salve.