A Day In The Life Of Angela (A Redwall Log, with Ferravale Guests)
RW Abbey: Infirmary
Several beds are lined against the red sandstone walls of the Abbey's Infirmary. An examination table, separated from the rest of the room by hanging blankets, rests against the far wall. Tucked into a small alcove is a sizeable workbench with various containers for mixing and preparing medicinal compounds. Against another wall is a desk for use by the Infirmary Keeper. A curtained off alcove behind the desk hides a locked door to the Infirmary's supplies and linens.
Exits: Infirmary [Rec]overy Room, [H]ealer's [D]ormitory, [O]pen [G]round, [Hall]
Cats: Blisa, female. Jase, male.
Mice: Angela, female. Cynthia, female. Thomas, male.
Foxes: Darkwatcher, male.
Otters: Nissaya 'Nissa', male.
Squirrels: Benar, male and Abbot of Redwall.
Jase has been in the infirm since he was brought to Redwall, but now he has a fever and has been going in and out of consciousness. Part of the problem may be some cough he caught or maybe the burn on his lower leg as it has gotten infected. His breathing has gotten a little worse as well than before he came here.
Angela comes silently over with a steaming bowl of something that smells pretty good, actually. She sets it on the table by his bed so he can kind of breathe the steam, then goes to check him for a fever. Blisa slips into the Infirm from the hallway and quietly pads over to his bedside.
Jase moves slightly and gives off a cough but doesn't open his eyes. His fever may be a little worse but it's surely no better and most likely won't get better anytime soon.
Darkwatcher walks into the infirmary, bandaged in a few places, but unarmed. "Not often you walk into the sickbay already healed," he mutters. He looks around quickly, noting everybeast's position, and looks for somewhere to skulk.
Blisa goes to hold the other cat's paw. "How is he?" she whispers. Angela shakes her head. "Not so good, love. I'll do everything I can." The petite feline nods sadly. Glancing at the fox, she waves sadly, then goes back to watching the mouse check the Ferravale Master Healer.
Jase groans a little but it's not clear if he can tell who is there or not right now. He lets off a cough attack and shivers a little afterwards as if cold. But feeling his forehead and face, and even chest some it feels like he is burning up as he has a fever that's far from breaking.
Darkwatcher walks slowly up to Blisa. "Sorry I'm late," he growls. "Couple rats decided to tail you, didn't reckon that the tail was being tailed." He winces slightly in understated pain.
Blisa shrugs. "It's okay," she mumbles, concern evident on her face as she looks at the other cat. Angela glances up, notes the fox's pained expression, and points to a nearby chair. "Please sit and lemme look at yer injuries." She goes to unbandage the Ferravale Master Healer's burn to check it. "Where's a Beast For Fetching when I need one?" she grumbles, really wishing that there was another Healer in here for her to order around to get things.
Darkwatcher grumbles as well but complies, sitting down in the chair and pulling off his cloak, leaving his tunic on. The bandages stretch around his upper left shoulder to his inner left bicep.
Jase manages to mutter something but it's unclear what as the healer goes to check on his burn. It's about the same no real change, still some infection and it's swollen some as to be expected with something like this. He keeps his eyes closed and may go deeper into his unconscious state.
Angela re-covers the burned spot and hobbles over to the medicine cabinet. She grabs a whole bunch of bandages and a couple of bottles and a jar and a bowl. Hobbling back over, she sets the stuff down and goes to uncover the burn again and put some of the stuff from the bottles on it.
Fortunately for Angela, Nissaya just happens to enter the room, freshly back from a few chores that he couldn't have resisted helping with downstairs even if he'd wanted to. "Ah, Angela!" He exclaims, sounding quite pleased that he'd found the older healer. "I'd been looking for you!"
Darkwatcher waits in the chair patiently, casting a blue-grey eye over Nissaya quickly as he enters. He winces as another twinge goes through his wounded shoulder.
Jase tenses a little but he still doesn't wake up, he remains with his eyes closed and basically silent.
"Check on the fox, please. Where were you?" Angela sounds grumpy, but that's normal for her. She opens the jar and goes to smear a cream (that smells like honey!) on the [infected] burn. Blisa sits on the edge of the cot, still holding the other cat's paw. She waves sadly at the otter, but otherwise is totally focused on the old mouse's work.
The door opens and there is Benar, holding the handle and looking inside with a frown, "Angela do you have a moment?" he glances around the room and frowns at the unexpected guests, "Sorry I can see you are busy I'll get out of the way."
Jase's paw that Blisa is holding does move some, well fingers do a little but otherwise not much movement. He has been here a few days and right now is most likely not going anywhere anytime soon. At first it seems he might wake up but then it's clear he is going to stay unconscious and most likely slip deeper for at least a short time. He coughs a little again.
Darkwatcher waits still, his tail flicking about lightly. "Wonder where my brother is," he mutters, thinking of Flicktail and the fact that he hasn't seen him in a while. He's getting a bit restless.
The albino otter looks a tad taken aback, but that's Angela for you. Sighing, he simply turns to Darkwatcher, and he makes his way to the fox. "Alright friend, what's the problem?" He asks just before his eyes settle on the fox's bandage. "Ah...please hold your arm out if you'd be so kind," He adds, his tone just a touch more urgent from the sight of blood around the edges of the bandage.
Darkwatcher holds his arm out stiffly without comment, almost mechanically. He regards the albino otter coolly.
Cynthia is being led to the infirm by a rather grumpy Brother Rick, who is limping, "Take those sponges off your footpaws" The mousemaid frowned "But you said clean the floor, I just made it more fun" ...The response... "By sliding across the floor and not watching your path and crashing into me?"
Blisa turns her attention to the otter and fox. "You gonna be okay?" she asks anxiously of the vulpine, obviously upset. Angela glances up at the Abbot. "Come in and 'ave a seat. Just 'ave a nasty wound to deal with. Can what you 'ave to say be said with other ears around? I can listen as I do this." She has put the ointment on the cat's leg burn and now goes to bandage it up again.
Benar says, "No, I think it shall wait until later," he glances down the corridor at the approaching Rick and Cynthia, "But please when you have a moment do come to my office." he turns, nods to Rick and Cynthia and starts to head off, "It is not urgent but not for other ears."
"I'm fine," grunts Darkwatcher. "It's no picnic but I've dealt with worse in my time." He offers a half-smile, then winces yet again.
Cynthia groans as she flops to the floor sitting and takes of the sponges from her footpaws "There...happy?" She asks the Brother who just shakes his head, "Please stand up..."As Benar nears he sighs, "This young lady is being careless, she could of caused an accident the way she cleaned the floor, she needs a talking to" Brother Rick then limps into the infirm muttering about sprain ankles and beasts who should respect elders and watch their step. The mousemaid sighs and folds her arms over her chest "No fun to clean the floor normal way, this was faster and funner too"
Slowly, but carefully, Nissaya helps Darkwatcher to his feet. "Up we come now," He says slowly. "We're going to get you into the back to give you some more space." Slowly, the otter helps Darkwatcher into the recovery room, an arm around the fox's shoulders.
Blisa watches the fox be led away. Angela has finished bandaging the male cat's leg, and now stands. Pointing sternly at the other mouse, she growls, "'Ave a seat, young 'un." Turning to the Brother, she sighs. "Nissa! Come back 'ere, please!"
Cynthia looks at the old healer "Why do I have to come into the stinky infirm? I'm not hurt..." Brother Rick on the other paw ignores the young mouse as he has his sprained ankle tended to, he will be off his footpaws for a few days and is not pleased at all.
"I don't care, ye little snip, sit down or I'll make ye sit down." Angela glares at the young mouse, then gestures for the Order Borhter to have a seat. "How are y'hurtin?" Blisa is just sitting quietly beside the other cat's bed.
Cynthia sticks her tongue out at the healer mouse as the Brother points to his ankle
Angela glares murderously at the younger mouse. "Nissa! Whenever ye 'ave a moment, it'd be great!" She hollers, then goes to gently check the injured ankle. Blisa stands and goes over to the fireplace to get some tea.
Tap-tap-tap. There's that noise again. Guess who's coming to visit! Tap-tap-tap. "Hello? Is there anybeast in here?"
Blisa looks to the doorway and then walks over there. "Hello." She says simply, sounding rather sad. Nissaya slips back into the room and comes to Angela's side, where she grumpily puts him in charge of the sprained ankle. After dragging Cynthia off by her ear to do chores, she comes back and says, "Oi, is that another wounded beast??" OOC: I got permission from both Nissaya and Cynthia to do that pose. BIC:
In walks Thom, with a rag hastily tied about his free paw. "Hello."
Angela notes the fact that the male mouse is most likely blind and grabs her own staff. Making sure that she makes a little noise when she sets it on the floor (to alert him of her exact location), she comes over to him. "'Ello, son. I see that ye did somethin' to yer paw. Can ye tell me what 'appened?" She goes to guide him to the examination table. Blisa sits back down beside the male cat's cot and sips her tea without really realizing what she's doing. Nissaya is helping Brother Rick.
Thomas allows himself to be guided, nodding. "Hello, yes. Some fool beast left a hot iron out in the open downstairs. I kind of burnt my paw... Is it bad?"
Angela purses her lips and goes to guide him to sit down. "I dunno, lemme look at it." She goes to take his paw and unwrap it. "What did y'do immediately after the burn? If ye cool off a burn when ye first get it, it reduce the damage."
Thomas nods his head. "I stuck it in a bucket of cold water, to ease the pain... Glad that was the right thing to do." He lets Angela unwrap the rag, revealing his blistered paw. "It still stings a bit."
"Mmmm, I can see why. Not the worst I've ever seen, but still not pretty." She goes and gets the sweet smelling ointment she used on Jase earlir and goes to veeeeeeeerrrry gently smear it on the burn....but before she makes contact she warns, "This'll hurt, most likely. But it'll 'elp it 'eal." The ointment smells like honey and cream and peppermint.
Thomas tenses up, gritting his teeth as the ointment is applied. "Hmm, smells good, at least. Did you prepare it yourself? I detect a distinct hint of... Peppermint, yes. Honey, too." He gestures to his nose with his other paw. "When one cannot see, your other senses tend to compensate..."
"Aye, I did make it. I like it better than some o' the other burn creams in 'ere." Angela has finished that task and now goes to start bandaging it. "An' I know much about blindness. I studied at the finest school for 'Ealers in the city near my old 'ome. My teacher was blind 'erself, but she knew basically everythin' that 'appened in 'er classroom..."
Thomas smiles. "Really now? I should like to hear more about her... Over tea sometime, perhaps?" He holds his paw still as the older mouse works. "I know some basics of healing... Splinting and such, but I can't really say I'm a full-fledged healer..."
Angela continues to gently wrap the paw. ".....I'm not sure 'ow well I could talk about 'er.....'twas so long ago.....it almost seems like a dream some days..." the last bit is whispered to herself, but then she adds in her normal tone, "If ye'd like to learn, I'm sure we could arrange lessons for ya. 'Ealers are always needed."
Thomas tilts his head. "Sure, I'd be willing to learn. I'm already a beast of rather varied abilities..."
Nissaya comes over and smiles. "Do you need any help with something right now?" Angela nods to the fireplace. "Could y'please get some broth goin'?" The otter nods and heads over to do that. The old healer steps back and smiles. "There. Now don't get that bandage wet, and come lemme look at it every day, and maybe I can teach ye some 'ealin' skills while you're 'ere." OOC: Nissaya the human and I share the running of Nissaya the character. Just so y'know. BIC:
Thomas nods again, gripping his staff. "Will do, Ma'am. I'll be sure to be here... Besides, I can escape Sister Agatha in here... She's got it in her head that I'm totally helpless." He sighs.
Angela shakes her head. "Well, per'aps you should prove to 'er otherwise. And if she comes in 'ere to bother you, I'll tonic 'er." She then goes and attends to more patients. Because a Healer's work is never done.
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