05/27/2000

Infirmary, White Tower, Tar Valon

Square in shape, this room is most often abuzz with activity. It contains
the normal implements of a teaching infirmary, in fact, it is extremely
well stocked with all manner of things: cots, jars, bottles, syringes,
bandages, cloths, cabinets, shelves, books and tables along with plenty of
hot water. The air has that sterile smell associated with the constant use
of redwort, tinged with the unpleasant prickle of witchhazel. While most of
the Healing is done via the One Power at the Tower, there are many minor
medical situations that are dealt with the old fashioned way.

There are several areas curtained off, for patients' privacy as well as for
instructional usages. This is a teaching infirmary for the Yellow Ajah,
after all. Beds in cheerful colors are lined up in neat rows, providing a
comfortable place to sleep after a Healer's tender ministrations. Windows
are kept wide open to all for light and fresh air.


Denn'ryiel mixes in what she judges to be an appropriate dosage into each
glass, and puts them all on one tray. She then carries them back to the
cots, setting one beside each bed One comment about serving wenches and...
Denn'ryiel stops at Redd's bed, and helps the young boy with his glass.

Sunan watches teh medicine, and begins trembling.

Varcel watches as well, hands behind his head.

Denn'ryiel turns to look at the row of trainees as she helps Redd with his
glass. "I expect all of you to drink your glasses, by the way. It's for the
best."

Sunan takes a sip... and gags, recoiling in surprise. Then, he swallows the
whole glass, grinning like an idiot. He enjoyed it. "I feel clean." He says
with satisfaction.

Varcel grimaces as he drinks his. "Burn me! THis is worse than being sick."
Not that he puts it down.

Denn'ryiel's eyes dart up to Varcel. "I wonder if Espi know you use that
kind of language," she says, in a somewhat disapproving voice. But since
Varcel's the one suffering, she doesn't put much force into the comment.
"That's good, Sunan... because you're going to have to drink a glass every
four hours."

Sunan snaps at that, "She said every hour until the symptoms ease!" He
actually sounds like eh looks forward to that. "And I'd have another one
right now, if you let me."

Varcel sputters, getting equal amounts of hisn ext sip down his throat and
on his chest. Quickly wiping it off, he comments. "Every four hours? I
stand by what I said!"

Denn'ryiel nods to Sunan. "You're still in first stage, so I think you're
safe for awhile. I can give you another glass of juice, but we have to
ration the medicine." She glances down and looks at Varcel sympatheticly.
"I'm sorry, but I know Espiria has told you the alternative, Varcel."

Neelkan just eyes the glass for a while. All the complaints and gaging
going up all over isn't making him feel any better about the stuff, you
know! He laughs at Denn's comment to Varcel, saying in a cough, "Mine is
worse!" But that's it. Finally, after a few moments longer of laying there
he pushes himself into a sitting position, grabs the cup and puts it to his
mouth, then swings it back and gulps it down like ale. Down in one drink,
his face contorts into a grimace and after he has it all swallowed he
literally sticks out his tongue and starts to wipe it with his hands as if
that'll get rid of the awful taste. His eyes are even watering, but he got
it down. Then he blinks, "E'ery flamin' hours!?" The return of his normal
voice, finally, but only for a second before he lays down the glass and
eases back, "Well, I'm just gonna pretend it's ale. Tastes about as bad as
some low quality ones I've had..." Um. Yup. That's been.

Sunan nods to Denn'ryiel, "You're right. I'm sorry. I'll wiat 4 hours."
Then, wuiter, "However much I want not to."

Varcel grimaces at Neelkan, finishinghis drink. "Ale, at least gives you
that pleasant warm feeling. This stuff just tastes bad."

Denn'ryiel winces at Neelkan's tongue. Its too bad Denn doesn't know of an
imminent bondmate for him, so she can chastise him like she did Varcel. "I
think you two are at the stage where you'll need glasses every hour," she
says to both Neelkan and Varcel. "But hopefully not long." Certainly not as
long as Redd. She smiles appriciatively and nods to Sunan.

"I a'ready feel warm 'nough right now, thank ya." Neelkan says, closing his
eyes a little and relaxing. Every hour, eh? "Well, maybe we'll get used t'
it e'entually..." Ye'h. Right. Used to it. Uh-huh. And no imminent bondmate
for Neelkan. Like he'd bond to a -woman- anyway. All women are evil. Except
the flukes. And all the flukes are taken or unable to bond. So no worry
about that!

Sunan just watches the situation around him. "I wish Mother Tryci was here.
She'd know what to do."

Varcel decides he'd better behave if he doesn't want to be dosed every half
hour. He quietly sets the glass aside after draining the rest.

Denn'ryiel smiles, and goes about changing compresses on a few of the
patients, including Neelkan. "I'm afraid so. I'll be stirring the glasses
myself," she adds, to make certain they know she takes this seriously.

Varcel leans back and closes his eyes, quietly drifting off to sleep.

Sunan lies quietly, and lcoses his eyes.

Well, everyone else seems to want to go to sleep, Neelkan on the other
hand, eases his eyes open again and starts his ruitine of glaring at the
ceiling. He will not sleep. He will not sleep. Or he's going to do his best
not to sleep.

Denn'ryiel also seems to notice everyone drifting off, so she quietly walks
over towards Neelkan's cot and takes a seat next to it. "How are you
feeling, really?" she asks.

Sunan listens quietly to everyone, not sleeping.

Denn'ryiel sits quietly, next to Neelkan, trying not to look overtly
worried. After all, this medicine is a stopgap measure, at best.
Occaisionally she will get up and tend to another patient, but she returns
back to the same chair after every time.

Neelkan eventually loses his fight to not fall asleep, and drifts away
into... well... the usual unpleasent sleep he always has, making a few
noises every so often. And they aren't snoring sounds, folks.