A Healer is Not a Toy

Characters: Maythus, Amethyst, Tungur, Sinway, Kevarr, Squirrel(spoof), Drago

Location: Redwall Abbey

RW: Open Ground

Maythus marches out, roughly hitting his walking stick on the ground as he comes out of the abbey, "Blighters think they can push me about whilst I sleep."

Blowing his unkempt headfur from his eyes he mutters some more, "Waking a sleepin' fellow up." Maythus leans against the abbey building and grumbles.

Amethyst has slipped away from the infirmary for a little break. No one's in need of healing at the moment that isn't being helped by the other healers and the rat needed some fresh air anyway. Not that the air will that fresh out in the open ground with the fighting area set up.

Maythus looks over at the rat, "Busy in there eh?" He chuckles deeply and nods his head, "I understand, the whole infirmary buisiness."

"It has been. Slowed down some now. Moved out the last of the dead and many of the less wounded. Th ring they put up out here should keep us occupied though," Amy says turning her fact to the unknown otter while keeping an ear toward the ring just in case a beast were to thrown her way or something.

Maythus perks his ears up at the rat, "Ye know of a squirrel named treaglo?" He asks out of worry and out of request from Jo

Amethyst acts as if she's thinking about the question before she answers, "I think there was a squirrel by that name in the infirm a while back. Hurt her footpaw or something. Why?"

"A friend of mine asked of her, 'ave you seen her hereabouts?" Maythus frowns and strokes his whiskers looking around the abbey, 'I miss me cabin and I miss me nephew, but that does not help things' He thinks to himself.

Amethyst shakes her head, "I haven't seen her much. Another healer was with her and I have been busy lately. I had thought she'd left but she could be in one of the bed with the curtains drawn." Being blind it would be hard for the rat to keep track of one squirrel in such a busy place.

And in comes a rat. Its Tungur. The bandages on his shoulder are gone, and so are the one's on his head, meaning, he's pretty much back up to full strength, if you were going by looks that is. And, it looks like he's heading right for Amy. "Ah! I was wonderin' when oi'd see you again, ratty." Tungur grins as he comes over to her.

Maythus blinks at tungur and turns away ignoring the rat, "I need to get out of here." He mumbles to himself quietly

It takes Amy a few seconds to place the other rat's voice. He's with the horde she's pretty sure. Either she's in trouble for leaving the infirm or doing good by hanging around the fighting ring as the losers may very well need a healer sooner or later. "I'm usually in the infirmary," she answers the horde rat.

Sinway is sleeping with his body propped up against the bell tower, he wakes with a start giving a small yawn "arg so late in the day, thought some beast would of waken me."

"Oh, I know ye are." he nods. "Tis why I'm glad to see yer hide outside." Tungur smirks, going to clap Amy on the back rather roughly, all though it was all in good fun in his mind.

Maythus perks his ears toward Sinway, "And how are ya' doin young otter?"

Amethyst stiffens when he touches her. That was unexpected but at least she didn't hit him. That could be bad for her. "Do you need something, sir?" she asks wondering why this beast would have looking for her. Were they short on healers in the infirm already?

Sinway gives a quick look to maythus "'ello old otter." he replies to the other otter as he stands up and stretches his muscles a little

Tungur smirks and gives the ratmaid a light shove. "Not really...company for a fight would be nice..." he smirks before blinking at the sound of others. The rat looks up and spots Sinway and the other otter with a grin. "Hello...what's this..." he smirks. "Maybe oi should throw ye both into the arena to fight..." he grins. "That would be entertaining." he nods.

Sinway gives a smile "i would like ta see yer try rat." he says smoothly "besides yer ole chief hactor said i was welcome te stay here." he gives a smile a paw going for his blade which is hanging from the back side of his belt

Maythus glares at tungur and rolls his eyes, "Now why would you wanna do that?" He digs in his bag bringing out what looks like an ale bottle

Tungur blinks. "He did? To a woodlander..." but he seems to lighten up at the ale bottle. "Oh? Do what!? Did I say anything?" he grins, going over to try and take the bottle of ale.

Maythus being taller than the rat he dangles it above out of tungur's reach, "Do ya really wanna do that? Put us both innocent otters in a pit against eachother?" He looks at the younger otter empatheticly, then turns his attention back to the rat.

Sinway gives a small yawn "if he could even get me in there." he says with a smile "and even if he could i wouldn't fight ye, i just leave and kill any one who try to stop me."

Tungur growls a little when he's teased. Which makes him draw his sword and try to smack the bottle away with the blunt end, ready to catch it should it drop. "Don't annoy me, otter.' he growls. "I'll run you through if I have to."

Amethyst braces herself with her staff but it's not really needed that much when she's shoved. "I think you'd enjoy that more than I would. ... Being able to see th fight an all," she says as Tungur walks off in the otters' direction. The blind rat stay where she is just listening to the males. 'Might need to move if they start fighting' she thinks.

Maythus brandishes his walking stick threateningly, "Will ya put us in there or not, because im willing to drink all this 'ale' me self." He hides the bottle behind his back out of reach of the rat.

The older marten appears as she turns around the corner from the entryway. As usual lately, her normal pace seems to be a somewhat hurried, predatory stalk. Her single paw is in the process of brushing a bit of soot away from her whiskers, and when she spies the beasts in the open ground, her eyes narrow.

Tungur growls and takes a warning swing at the otter, not aiming for him, but rather the air in front of him. "No." He replies. "Now hand it over." he growls.

Kevarr exclaims, "Oi! What's going on now?"

Sinway gives a wave "ohh hey there gray." he says as he notices the marten coming over "how ya fare handling the two /Dead Beats/?" he asks with a giggle

Maythus offers out the potion to the rat, though it will give anyone the runs. "Ere ya are." He says in false defeat, He sees the marten and then acts innocent.

Amethyst moves out of the way pressing herself against the Abbey's wall. She needs to stay unharmed so she can patch the loser back together. Even so she agrees not sharing ale is very mean. Though she finds it funny that it's an otter that isn't sharing given her experience with certain otters.

Haha, the battle is his. Tungur takes the bottle and heads back to Amy, blinking at the marten. "Oh, don't you have to boil yer head or somethin?" he frowns. He doesn't like her. The rat stops next to Amy and uncorks the bottle, handing it over. "Have a drink." he grins.

Kevarr's eyes narrow even further as she looks at the otters and the rat. "/Well/?" As Tungur speaks, her lips peel back slightly. "Are you looking for another beating, Tungur? We don't have a ship for keel hauling, but as a former ship's rat I'm sure you're familiar with the bloody process, aye?"

Sinway giggles again "fine ignore me, its all good." he says as he walks around giggling again at what the marten said, he gives a yawn "oh takes a while fer a mate ta get used te all the evil vermin being about this here abbey aye."

Maythus frowns at tungur then stands next to amethyst, slipping a vial into her paw without anyone noticing, "Oi mate I thought ya liked ale." He says laughingly.

Amethyst takes the bottle but as the conversation is interesting she delays taking any of the 'ale' just yet. She's puzzled by the vial but wraps her paw around it. She figures it's either a cure of whatever is in the ale or poison. Hard to tell these things sometimes when you can't see.

Tungur smirks a bit. "I was injured the last time ye beat me." he nods. "Ye won't do it again..." he then hums a bit. "Aye, I know keelhauling well...it was fun actually." he laughs before looking back to Amy, wondering if she's turning blue yet, or dying. When Maythus comes over, he doesn't notice the vial, but he does draw his sword quick. "Back off..." he growls. "I'm just making sure ye didn't poison it." he nods. "Drink up, ratty..." he smirks.

Maythus shakes his head in dismay, "Why would I wanna poison a fine rat like you? I mean hearing all about you bein on a ship, makes me remember when I loved skilly and duff. Just the stuff ya got left when yer runnin' outta food on ya voyage." He looks over at sinway, a little worried about him.

Kevarr Draws her own sword. "Tungur, you just don't seem to be getting the way things work around here. One, you /don't mess with the healers/. Two, you don't bloody mess with the Abbeybeasts either, unless they're doing something they shouldn't be, or not doing something they should be."

Tungur's eyes flick towards Kevarr. "And ye don't seem tah get I don't care." he nods before looking towards the arena...ooh, there's a fight about to start. "I'm late." he nods, sheathing his sword and heading for the arena, not caring about the ale anymore. Besides, he's got a flask on his belt full of that stuff.

Sinway raises his hand like a dibbun "um that doesn't include me, im not a abbeybeast. just a otter." he says with a nod "but he shouldn't mess with me any ways, seeing as how im not fun to mess with and im allow to be here by hactor."

Amethyst slips the vial into her healer's kit. She'd had half a mind to use the 'ale' bottle as a weapon and give Tugur a good clubing but he's out of range now. Pity.

"Do it again," the marten snaps after him, "And I'll just have the archers shoot you down. Oh aye, then I think you might start caring, mate." She slides the sword away and eyes Sinway for a moment, then looks toward the beast she doesn't recognize. "Who're you?" This is aimed at Maythus.

Maythus bows slightly in respect, "I am called maythus, a shaman from the forest but not the kind you would think. And I am as well a healer." He says quickly and clear.

Tungur growls as he passes by Kevarr, waiting until he's out of her reach before he speaks. "And if ye keep talkin, marten, I'll cut out yer tongue." and he's gone, into the arena.

"A shaman," the marten echoes, clearly interested. "What kind of a sha--" Her ears go flat, and she narrows her eyes at the spot Tungur vanished. Back to Maythus, "What kind of a shaman then? And what brings you here?"

Maythus looks up to the sky, 'Oh martin blessed be' He thinks in his head. "I am able to cure mental afflictions and help with curing emotional ones, and I am here on visit but it seems im here for a bit longer." He smiles gently at the marten, then looks about for sinway.

Sinway happens to be upside down in a hand stand walking with a giggle "im bored." he says before he starts to spin on one hand (occ yay break dancing otters) stoping after about 5 spins before he pushes him self up into the air doing 2 back flips before landing lightly on his feet

Kevarr blinks. "/Mental/ afflictions? Hah." She jerks her chin toward the arena. "I bet you can't cure stupidity though, can you? Well, Maythus, we're pretty welcoming of healers at the moment. I'm Captain Grey." She point at Amethyst. "That's Bluefin, she's a healer who was here when the attack happened. And if you feel like, there's an entire infirmary full of beasts from both sides that got it bad in the fighting, if not the worst of it. Rules are," she glowers after Tungur again, "we don't mess with the healers, not unless they start running around injuring beasts rather than healing them. So if that rat or some other idiot starts poking at you, you send for me. I'm about to start booting beasts off the walltops."

Maythus nods and bows slightly, "As I shall follow your wishes, and as such the rules that have been put down. Captain Grey." He holds the martens gaze with innocent and worried eyes.

Kevarr gestures. "Do you know where the infirmary is? I can show you, if not."

Maythus shakes his head no, "Yes I do, thank you for the offer though." He nods his head at the marten in respect.

Perhaps surprisingly, he gets a similar nod from the marten in return. "Right. Find me if you need something." She finally looks to Sinway. "It takes a long time for bodies to burn, and it's nasty business right through. I just finally finished with those two."

Amethyst relaxes a little now that the other rat is gone. "I should be heading back up there myself," she says still holding the 'ale' bottle. She plans to let the other healers examine it or whatever once she get up there again. Grey gets a nod in her direction, 'Cap'in." as Amy start back up the stairs and is hidden from view.

Sinway gives a nod "aye i bet and very smelly as well." he yawns a little "haven't got that warning off yet have ye, i would think that should of been done first. but then ive not looked."

Maythus stares at the young otter before going back into the building, worry etched on his features.

Kevarr shakes her head. "I set beasts to scrubbing it yesterday, it should be at least half gone by now."

RW: Infirmary

Maythus enters the infirmary, he still frowns from the way the younger otter acted.

Amethyst was up here before him and has already gotten back to work tending to the injured and mixing medicines and so forth.

"What is your name miss?" Maythus asks gently, knowing she cannot see but she must be real skillful without her sight nonetheless

The 'ale' bottle has been stashed in the locker behind the desk out of harms way. The rat tilts an ear toward the otter, "I'm called Bluefin. Who are you, otter?"

Maythus smiles a little, Bluefin...."Me name is Maythus, though I am guessing someone else gave you that name?"

"No one one gave it to me," Amy says. It isn't a lie. She gave it to herself.

Maythus nods slowly, and leans his tall walking stick against the wall and removes his cloak, pulling up his sleaves he gets to work. "Not all beasts 'ave the name Bluefin, ya work on a ship eh?"

"Nope. Never been on one. My father used t sail a lot though," the musician turned healer answers while fixing a sleeping or unconscious mouse's bandages.

Maythus lifts up his large bag and sets it on a bedside table, "Ahh ok, I assumed such. Because Bluefin sounds alot like a fish, though your not a fish." He says jokingly. He notices a mouse coughing and he props him up a little bit but slowly, adding another pillow to keep him from choking on spittle. "There ya are."

Amethyst asks, "So how'd you get into this business?"

"Mostly came from wantin' to be like me grandfather, he was a great healer-beast but well I seem to be a little more skilled. Testing and all that with poisons and such." He smiles wryly, testing on himself. "Though It is by choice."

Amethyst nods, "Well don't expect a nice burial if you ever drop down dead around here."

"Don't worry I wont drop dead any time soon." Maythus digs in his bag and brings out a vial of tree bark, "So what are the most major cases in this place?" He gets a small clay bowl and a stirring stick from his bag and adds a little of the bark and stops up the vial, then gets another vial, sniffing it he grunts in approval keeping an eye on the staring mouse as he adds a little from the different vial.

He stirs it up, adding a little water he pours it into a small glass and hands it to the mouse, "For the cough." He says gently.

"Good to know. We can use all the help we can get," The ratwife says stitching up a vole's arm now. "Mostly injured from the battle when the place was first took over. And the usual illnesses and hurts that happen from everyday work and punishments?"

Maythus nods and takes the offered glass back and he wipes it out with a cloth, "So are you curious about the bottle?" He smiles wide and turns his attention to a squirrel, then frowns. "And whats goin on with ya squirrel?" He asks.

"My leg got broken during the invasion, I got run over by vermin." The squirrel casts a nervous look at the rat but looks down, "It is hurting again though."

The otter pulls the blanket away slowly and reveals the leg in a cast, "It may need changed, if the wound was still bleeding even a little. Even if it is stitched it can bleed a tad, enough to dry and cause it to be irritated." Maythus pats the squirrel on the head, rubbing his ears. Then slowly takes the leg in both paws and starts to unwrap the injury in order to replace the cast.

Maythus sighs and sees the wound had bled some, dried blood on the inside of the cast as well. "Wellp perhaps some fresh stitches as well but im not sure how the bone was set. My nephew Jo was wondering about Treaglo, he threw a rock with a note attached to it through me window and near hit me in the head but, well you know." He scratches his head and looks at the squirrel with gentle eyes, "Now squirrel I want you to hold still, I must feel your leg to see if the bone has been set right. If it has not, then that is the source of your discomfort."

The squirrel wimpers a little but nods, "I-I understand, though if you must put in new stitches, make it fast." He wipes away a few tears and cries softly, fear from the invasion starting to set in

"Shh shh, Its ok laddo. Its ok....ya will be fine." Maythus gives him a half hug and pats him on the head, "Now Bluefin, how was the bone set?"

Amethyst finishes with the vole listening to the otter and squirrel, then walks over as she's being addressed. "Straight I'd think. I wasn't th one t set it. One of th brothers did it. But have some stuff for th pain if th stitches do need redoing." she says though the otter probably has his own stuff.

Maythus nods at the rat, "I am thinking that he may need new stitches." He says with a frown, "Though the pain is nothing a few herbs can't keep away, Ya mind 'gently' holding his leg up? It musn't be without a covering, the stitches can tug at the skin and make things a little worse."

Amethyst nods and complies but taking the squirrel's foot and lower leg in her paws to hold it steady, "Don't try an kick now," she instructs the squirrel, "It'll be over soon enough."

Drago comes up the stairs and hums a little bit with a low hum. "Oh...hello..." he looks around. "Not interrupting anything am I?" he asks, the ferret tilting his head.

"O-Ok." The squirrel responds, watching with slightly wide eyes.

"Just work," the rat answers the new beast. "You hurt or looking to be useful?" she asks.

Maythus starts digging in his bag, "Now where is that blasted...." He stops and turns around looking at the cupboard and the table below, "Aha!" He trots over to the table and picks up the vial of oak bark and comes back to the squirrels bedside. Uncorking the bottle he shakes it letting a piece of it fall into his paw, "Here eat this, I know it looks like it won't help but I assure you."

The squirrel nods and takes the piece of bark and pops it into his mouth and chews it up, making faces and wincing at the crunch of it between his teeth. Then He finally gets it down.

Maythus pats the squirrel gently and gets started by feeling along the squirrels leg for the broken bone, making the squirrel kick a little out of pain, "Ahh there you are bugger, Ok squirrely this may hurt a tad because that bark hasn't set in yet." He presses harder on the bone, "Goodness, they should learn from me how to set a blasted bone. Its out of place a little bit." The otter grabs the squirrels knee and his ankle and pulls outward straightening the bone and thus making the leg look even.

Amethyst moves with the leg as the otter moves it but she almost lets go upon hearing the bells going off. "What's going on out there?" she asks. It isn't time for the bells to be ringing she's sure of that.

"Ok ok ok..." Maythus says quickly, ignoring the bells. "And I plead with you squirrel dont kick!" He nicks each individual stitch till they are all cut and he pulls them out slowly but with skill to insure a quick removal, "Oi stichin stuff." He says and he quickly goes for his bag and starts digging.

The squirrel wimpers in reply and clenches his teeth, trying not to kick but his tail is going wild.

Amethyst is to busy holding the squirrel's leg still that she can't do anything about his tail right now. "What do you think all that noise was about?" she asks still thinking about the bells.

Maythus shrugs and comes up victorious with fishing line and a curved hook, "Probably some dumb weasel ringin them just for the fun of it?" He throws out as he hovers over the open wound, "Though unless it was a mouse then I pray Martin protect him." He puts the line through the end of the hook and readies it with a numbing light herb, "Ok squirrel just like before, 'Do' 'Not' 'Kick'. Or you will make things worse off."

"Ok...I-I won't kick." The squirrel stutters and covers his face up with a pillow, more than likely biting it.

The otter plunges the hook into the squirrels leg where the older stitches were and starts to quickly sew the wound shut not tight but firmly closing it to keep it from bleeding, "Almost." He says gruffly.

The squirrel groans through the pillow in pain, tears getting his fur soaked.

Amethyst continues to hold the squirrel's leg still as best she can. "Won't be much longer," she tells him in the sort of tone one would use to reassure a dibbun. The next time she sees grey alone or better yet Treaglo the rat will try to find out what was up with those bells.

Maythus finishes off the wound with a fancy untieable bow and clips off the end of the line with his teeth, "There me friend all finished." He says gently removing the pillow from the patients face, seeing the squirrels tear stained face he props him up and gives him a long hug, "Shh...dont worry ya' will be fine."

Amethyst smiles a little patting the squirrel's good leg, "Told ya it wouldn't take long. Need anything else?"

The squirrel returns the otters hug and shakes his head, "Not....not at the moment but thank you."

Maythus pats the squirrel on the head again and gets some fresh wrappings for the squirrels leg. "Now this should help after I clean it up a bit." He gets a bottle from his bag with a clear liquid in it, "It may sting a little but its good for the cleanin." Uncorking the bottle he pours a little on the stitched wound, he hears the squirrel breathe slowly through clenched teeth.

Amethyst doesn't think the squirrel is as likely to kick now and so move to his head. She takes his paw and squeezes it comfortingly, "Nearly over. You'll be walking again before ya know it know that? Wont be long now."

Maythus starts wrapping the leg up quickly and finishes off by sticking a small metal clawed clamp in the fabric to keep it from coming off, "There, almost as good as new. Last thing you need is to heal up."

Amethyst nods in agreement holding a cup of water up to the squirrel in case he's thirsty. "Done?" she asks the otter. There's bound to be more beasts around here that need looking after as well.

Maythus nods, "Aye done, thankee for the help." He looks over at the squirrel again, "Perhaps tomorrow i'll carry you outside into some fresh summer air."

The squirrel nods and smiles, "Thank you sir, Id like that alot. I haven't been out of the abbey since the invasion." He accepts the cup of water and drinks it all in one go.

Amethyst moves on to the next bed while the otter talks to the squirrel.

Maythus sighs and shakes his head, "Im hopeful that there are no more injuries that come about."

Amethyst smooths out a blanket over a heavily bandaged beast. He seems ok but he must have seen a good deal of battle whoever he is.

Maythus looks around, then takes a seat in a chair and takes a breather, "I'm gonna get a few winks for a tad, wake me if ya need me.

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