Log: Rinzik Recovers
From FiranMUX
Unexpectedly, Rinzik's fever breaks.
What a time for Thisbe to get back from getting her tummy filled! Of course, she can't -see- his fever has broken, but he's the first one she goes to check on. After picking up some water and cloths so she can bathe his brow some more. If she keeps washing his forehead, he can't get mad at her for hugging his head and getting girl germs on it.
Eriden bows slightly to Petrina and strats swiftly unbuckling buckles and removing armor until Galinos is left in his tunic. "He puts all the armor in teh backpack, then closes it so it's safe from the evil evil FLOOTIES. "There you are, My Lady."
Lucian nods at Petrina and carefully helps Eriden remove the armor. He's smirking the whole while. Lasanna's apprentice would be amused by the thought of women being able to defile armor.
Yaffros is apparantly available, as needed.
Ramisa glances to the Lady. "Lady? Would it be possible for Eriden and I to retreat to another clinic? I do not believe either of us are contaminated and I imagine you would rather not have us underfoot when we can go and get underfoot in my clan clinic instead. Just to be sure we haven't caught anything." *Firan*
Petrina is sure Galinos will be happy he's not getting touched by a girrrrl when he comes to. She glances at Ramisa and asks, "Did you fight any rats yourself? Did you touch their blood?" *Firan*
Petrina tends to Unconscious Galinos's left bicep.
Eriden shakes his head 'no' swiftly, though he lets Ramisa reply to Petrina.
Tezzer rises from the cot where he's been lying for days. He's moving slow, but seems determined to check on his patients of old, starting with Rinzik, despite the occasional mention of scrolls. Just because he's not wholly well yet doesn't me he can't check temperatures, replace cool cloths, and other such little things.
Ramisa says, "I killed one with javelins and then Lord Galinos had us burn the corpses. I did not actually touch a rat. I agree that I need to stay away from the healthy for a day or two but I'd prefer to be in quieter surroundings." *Firan*
Skin cooler beneath Thisbe's touch when she trots back on nurse duty, the break of Rinzik's fever comes with a deeper quiet. Feverish writhings, mutterings, and so on abated, he remains still a moment before his arm twitches, as if to bring his hand to his cheek. Except he's still tied down. Er.
Petrina nods at the sound reasoning. "Very well. Confine yourself to somewhere away from children. If you being to get thirsty or hot at all, send word or report in. It would be in the next 2-3 days that this would manifest." She dabs at the nastiest of the wounds with some salve and frowns. "Lord Yaffros? Would you be so kind as to attend to his lordship to ensure that he is not taken to this?" *Firan*
Yaffros winces a bit, but it needs to be done. "Of course, Lady Petrina." He examines the gash on his arm and asks, "Has anyone got a knife or such?" *Firan*
Eriden whews. He really doesn't want to stay here. "Whichever clinic you feel most comfortable at, Captain. I'll go with you so we don't speard it around, if we have it." *Firan*
"Uhm... my lady?" Thisbe notices! She's very focused on... babying him really. Even if it does not do much good really, it makes her feel less helpless. "My lady? His head is cooler. He's not sweating as much..."
Ramisa nods at Petrina. "I've sent all of those who were with me to the clinic to stay out of crowds. Lady. So there should be no stray individual who was near the rodents responsible for killing Nieves." she waits for Eriden to finish with the armor removal and such and then twitches her hand for him to follow. *Firan*
Petrina looks over sharply as Thisbe calls. "What?" She blinks even as she secures Galinos to the cot just in case he's infected. "He... is?" She leaves the unconscious Hydran and hurries to Rinzik's side to feel for herself. Her cool hand presses against his forehead for a moment before she touches her fingertips to the side of his neck for a pulse. *Firan*
Dryphus enters from the academy grounds outside. Dryphus has arrived.
Ospreya sniffles at the mention of Nieves and goes back to her corner to sip her tea stonily.
Ramisa heads off to a clinic with a nice garden and no blood sucking people.
Dryphus comes in as he was instructed to by Amenik's wife, and he moves immediately around to see where Rinzik is and his eyes spot the man and he says in a soft voice, "hello, my name is Dryphus, and I've been asked to find out word about Rinzik... I was told that he was dying, and well I came to check myself." *Firan*
Thisbe draws her hands back so Petrina can minister or check Rinzik over. "His color is better? I think? I may be... just being hopeful..." She dips and wrings out the cloth again so she can ... cool something else. Since his head seems cooler. *Firan*
Dryphus spots Thisbe, and he says to the Hydra woman, "Thisbe... Is Rinzik okay?" There is a sharp look of hope on the hydra man's face, and he looks down to see him tied up to at least two other people. *Firan*
What a pessimist! A guy's fever breaks and the first thing that Petrina looks for is a pulse. (It's there.)
Petrina was checking to see if his heart rate slowed to normal. Bah. She nods to Thisbe as she looks back to the patient, noting the cooler skin and calmer pulse rate. "Tell her Ladyship he's improving, mer," she says to the man behind Zilemal.
Dryphusnods his head twice, and without a word leaves, though the smile on his face is delighted! Dryphus has left.
As Rinzik lies supine, tears roll down his cheeks. But they are not the tears of a crying man. They are red and sticky. Rinzik cries tears of blood. Blood begins to trickle from his ears as well. And soon, his nose too. One by one, blood runs from every orifice on the young man's head.
Tezzer stoically ignores Pyrrus, mirroring Petrina's motions as he, too, checks on Rinzik with quiet intensity. Looking up to meet the noblewoman's eyes, his own hold a glimmer. Hope? Fear? A wayward speck of dust? All are possible. "Zutiv be praised for his mercy," he murmurs softly. *Firan*
"..Is a rat eating him from the inside?" Ospreya asks breathlessly as she watches the blood trickle.
Pyrrus looks at the blood coming from Rinzik and he blinks in total shock, as there is definitely something going on there not good, and he still bound can only watch in horror, as he sees Tezzer over him he growls.
Petrina shouts, "Get away from him!" She starts pulling the bindings that hold Amenik off in a rush, all other reactions. "NOW NOW! Move!" She grabs her knife from her boot and starts cutting the various donors free. *Firan*
Thisbe's first instinct is to wipe the blood up. But .. well... people have been saying that's bad. If it's wet and it ain't yours, don't touch it... unless you're old blooded and your blood can beat up their blood. Thisbe has none of this blood. "Uhh... Oh..." Flail! *Firan*
You pick up the iron dagger. COMBAT: Petrina wields her iron dagger.
Prayer to Zutiv:
>> Please! Don't let him die on me. I beg
>> you, Father. Spare him.
Successes: 1 Petrina closes her eyes for a minute as if in prayer.
Thisbe has no help to offer... yet. So she just stands and dashes to get bandages. If for no other reason than sopping up red.
Tezzer looks down in horror and tries to put himself between Thisbe and the sight of Rinzik as he is now. "Stay away, Mes. Pray to Zutiv; pray with all your heart and soul..." *Firan*
Rinzik's arms twist against the bindings again, fingers opening and closing in futile clench. His eyes open, stickily, and close again, squeezing out a few more drops. (Maybe they just stuck too much blood in him. You never know.)
For at least a full minute, blood oozes from every orifice on Rinzik's head. And then... it stops. A puddle of blood has formed on the floor where he lies. The color slowly returns to him, then. Where before he was hot and sweaty to the touch, now he is cool and dry. He breathes slowly and evenly, and is at peace.
Petrina's jaw clenches as she notes that he's not dead... She pauses, observing. Her hand shoots out for the bandages, wordlessly demanding them from Thisbe. Pyrrus looks at Petrina and he says to her in a gentle voice, "My lady would you like me to remove my bindings from this Commander, and let him know that he is healed. a true man who knows his place in the world, and has done his duty. He deserves to be saved." Then he moves his hand down to the side of the man's leg and he pats it, there is no heat against him, and he says, "He feels much cooler."
You drop the iron dagger.
Thisbe is ready! Bandages go into Petrina's hands, and then she's grabbing more so she can keep handing them over. Somewhere in all this, she scoots a bucket or soiled linens catcher toward Petrina. Those messy things have to go somewhere....
Petrina holds out the hilt of her weapon to the lord as she takes the bandages and starts, very lightly, dabbing at Rinzik's forehead. She pulls back his eyelids, carefully, to see if there's anything there, reaction or movement.
Prayer to Zutiv:
>> Thank you, Great Father and King of All.
>> Thank you for Rinzik.
Successes: 0 Petrina closes her eyes for a minute as if in prayer. You've used up 0.5 energy point(s) in praying 1 time to Zutiv. It would be interrupting to ask if he's okay, and no matter how much Thisbe wants to freak out, she holds it together... As long as she is doing something, she can keep from panicking. Visibly panicking...
/Pessimist/, again. There is an eye there. Rinzik squints that eye shut, flinching from the touch of Petrina's hand in reaction and movement both. The movement maybe squishes, what with all that blood that has been oozing around.
Ospreya doesn't panic - though it helps that she doesn't know him! When her rat question goes unanswered she assumes that it isn't the case and asks, "Does he need some tea?" *Firan*
Pyrrus moves his hand around and undoes his binding, and the heated flesh, fevered looks calmed and he moves his hand down and he says in a soft voice, "You gave us a scare Commander." Then moving his hand down and away, he was definitely not needed here anymore. *Firan*
Pyrrus closes his eyes for a minute as if in prayer.
Petrina mutters a thankful prayer to Zutiv as she cleans away the blood from his face. The reaction is a good one and she nods to herself. "I don't know if he can drink, but if you dampen a rag and put it to his lips, he may receive a bit of good from it." *Firan*
Slowly, a groggy and pained Galinos revives and peers about, scowling a moment before he realizes something. He attempts to jump up having found his surroundings changed from when he fell and learns he is bound. "Where am I?" He's looking at the ceiling and shouts out before he rolls his head to the side, "Release me this instance!" He shouts, quite annoyed now to find out where he is at. Though, there seems to be some commotion near Rinzik which he can't see yet because Petrina's butt is in the way!
Petrina's got a pleasant butt, at least.
Tezzer closes his eyes for a minute as if in prayer.
"He's.. Hydran, isn't he?" Ospreya asks, looking around at the company he kept and she gives a tea pitcher to Petrina's assistant, Thisbe, "Perhaps you would be better to do it."
Beyond the slight twitches and pulls, more reflexive than anything, Rinzik is slow to stir. There's a slight, growing response to words being spoken, with eyes flickering under his eyelids now and then. Dry, dry, dry lips part, but the crack of breath can hardly be called any sort of speech, or even a groan.
Petrina nods to Thisbe to take over for Ospreya. "Lord Galinos, you were overcome by the many vile rats down in the Old City. We're going to give you treatment to ensure you do not contract this disease. And Praise the Father above, Commander Rinzik seems to be recovering." She looks back to Yaffros as if asking if he is ready. *Firan*
Pyrrus looks over to Galinos, and he says to him in a soft voice. "Lord Galinos, take it easy son. Commander Rinzik will be alright. Now Lady Petrina, is there anything more I can do ...anyone else who needs aid, I must admit that I am deeply tired." *Firan*
Petrina leaves the pair for a moment to speak to Pyrrus. She places her hand on his shoulder and bows her head to him. "For now, no. I think we're... fine. Rest. Recover. Your lady wife is no doubt worried. If we need your help again, may we call on you?" *Firan*
Thisbe nods quickly to Petrina and gets clean cloth and some watered down mint tea. "I'll... I'll tend him, my lady. I ... I would like to." And then she's kneeling to put the cloth to his lips to dampen, speaking softly, "It's alright, Rinzik. You're alright. Zutiv is making you better. Don't try to talk... your throat is dry. Everything is going to be okay..." The cloth is stroked over his lips first and then pressed between them gently. *Firan*
Pyrrus looks up at Petrina, "Of course you can Lady Petrina, but I expect to see you once this crisis is over, for a delayed birthday dinner." Then he lowers and whispers something in her ear. *Firan*
"I was not overcome by rats." Galinos seems rather perturbed by somebody thinking a rat could take him down! "I was jumped by some .. hooligan in armor who attacked me for no reason, as I stuck my sword into the last vermin. Release me, I have not contradicted no.. virus that affects commoners." He snorts, "I was BOUND to one of them for long enough sometime back for anything to show itself by now." He reasons in the end.
There's a definite response at the big Z: Rinzik's eyes squeeze further closed, and then there's -- well, not a drink, but liquid, at least. Omnomnom. His eyes squint open, slowly, one at a time, in a blurry peer upwards, and then close again with a grunt.
Petrina's eyes turn demurely away as she nods to Pyrrus, "Thank you, my lord. It is... appreciated." There a faint ghost of a smile on her lips. She moves from him to see to Galinos. "That is true, you may be immune, if not able to heal. Very well..." She goes to undo the bindings from his cot. "But please, stay here a while longer til your other wounds are healed, if you would?" *Firan*
Timandra drops the Firios, a child.
Once free, Galinos peers at Petrina a moment and pauses, his hands rising to touch himself. (No, not that way you perverts.) "Fine!" He snorts out, not quite at all pleased to be here as his eyes search and finally find their mark, his pack. "Who removed my armor?" His shocking blue eyes peer out at everybody, angrily.
Ospreya hides back in her corner from Galinos.
Thisbe moistens the cloth again when it is nomnomd out. "Just take it slowly. When you feel like you want to try, I'll help you drink from a cup, okay?" She will probably cry after that! But for now, as miserable as he looks, he's awake and that's all that matters. She isn't even hugging his head and kissing his cheeks yet! What a good nursemaid! *Firan*
