06/04/2000

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.


Sunan shakes his head, "I don't want to rest. I feel like I'm in a dram. If
I let go I'll fall back into it and I don'ty know if I'll ever be aware
again. I'm struggling not to fall back into that.. delirium. I want to be
lucid, I don't want to start forgetting and slip into that mindlessness."

Varcel stirs a bit, wishing he'd be so fortunate.

"I know 'xactly how ya feel..." comes a soft murmur from the bed near
Sunan. When did Neelkan wake up? Or was he just laying there pretending to
sleep like he sometimes does... Either way, he's obviously not asleep if
he's talking a little. Well, either he's awake, or he's talking in his
sleep.

Espiria heads into the infirmary, planning to check on her friends in
between classes. She widens her eyes a bit though as she sees quite a few
either up in some way or visiting as well. She smiles, bobing a curtsey
before heading over to the beds.

Denn'ryiel nods her head once. "I'll wake you up if I see you start to
slip, Sunan." Hearing the other voice, she turns and smiles to see
Neelkan... well, maybe not awake. "Good afternoon, Neel," she says,
quietly.

Varcel's gaze is promptly drawn to Espiria once he's aware of her presence.
Should she look his way, he'll toss her a smile.

Vorsha pushes another hand off of her. Really, she must watch how she
flirts with the sick people.

Redd opens his eyes rather slowly. Being as far along as he is, everything
is a struggle, though he refuses to let anyone feel sorry for him or take
too much care of him... well, that of course, excludes Espi.

Espiria is nearly by the beds now and her eyes glance at each person in
turn, carefully skirting Sunan's bed in the event he's still not wearing
anything. She blushes brightly, recalling the other day when he
was..umm..indesposed. She heaves a gentle sigh, shaking her head and hoping
that the cure will be found soon. Please..let it be found soon. Her eyes
fall on Varcel and she smiles softly for a moment, head tipping to one side
to see if he is awake as yet.

Varcel's smile and quick wink do indeed suggest he's awake. Either that or
sleepflirting.

Sunan sighs and mutters something about futility. Then, "Denn'ryiel, could
you get me some clothes?"

After a few moments of laying there a little longer, Neelkan finally sits
himself up and rubs at the back of his neck. He isn't one to lay down if
he's not asleep or pretending to be asleep, no matter how weak he might be.
His eyes are still closed while he rubs at the side of his neck then...
Hehehe. He laughs at the voice asking for clothes and says in a joking
voice, "Next time don't take 'em all off." Then finally he adds on, "'ey,
Denn." as he peeks one eye open and looks around.

Denn'ryiel turns as she is addressed and nods. "Sure... just a moment,
Sunan." She stands up and goes to a nearby footlocker, where the clothes of
each trainee are stored. She then hands it towards Sunan, hoping he'll just
reach out a hand for them.

Redd starts coughing quietly, as quickly as he can covering his face with
the blanket to hide the fact that he is coughing. As he does so, it worsens
so that the blanket is completely useless at hiding that simple fact.

Sunan coughs as he takes the offered clothes, and puts them on behind the
current. When he emerges 5 minutes later, he has his medallion on as well,
and is in the process of tying up the last laces on his shirt, with
difficulty. He gives another cough as he stands, and looks over to Redd,
concerned. "Are you okay? Signal by raising a hand." His medallion would be
leaning over him were it not in his shirt.

Espiria sighs softly, shaking her head with a smirk crossing her lip. She
tips her gaze from Varcel and over to Neel this time, chuckling as she sees
him trying to get up. "Hey now..you should be resting, Neel. Where do you
think you're off to?"

Varcel grins, wriggling up to lean against the headboard, using the pillow
as a cushion. Even this is a strain for him, but hey, it's worth it.

Denn'ryiel walks back towards Neelkan's cot, since Redd's is getting
crowded. "Do any of you need another batch of medicine?" she asks.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Blood 'n ashes... if I gotta spend 'nother flamin' day in this
bed..." comes a soft whine from Neelkan as he continues to rub at his poor
neck. Looks like someone didn't lay right last night... Then finally he
lowers his head with a sigh and looks over at Espi. "I feel like I'm locked
in 'ere 'gain. It ain't fair... But I'm not off t' anywhere. I'm just
sittin' up... Shesh." He looks away and grumbles under his breath, "Women."
Then to Denn's question on the medicine he nods slightly, "Ye'h. Might as
well. I actually got a decent taste in m' mouth right now. Can't have
that..." Someone's in a bad mood this morning...

At first, Redd just seems to cough, then a slow hand raises to signify he
/thinks/ he is OK, then rolls over to look away from Sunan. /That/ is when
the coughing fit increases, three-fold. It launches his head forward,
hunched over on his side. Only thing is, he doesn't have that much room on
that side of the bed, as it was closer to Neelkan, so he could talk to him
(he was the last person he talked to, after all) so he falls out of the
bed, face-first into the ground. He coughs even as he is on the ground.

Espiria hears the loud thump on the floor and jerks to look in the
direction of the sound. She widens her eyes a bit more seeing it was Red
impacting with the marble flooring. She away from Neels' side in a moment
and over by Redd, "Oh..Redd. Come on now...Let me help you back into bed so
we can get that coughing back under control."

Denn'ryiel tries to ignore Neelkan's language... this time. "I'll see if
they have any better tasting juice," she says. At the sound of Redd hitting
the floor, she turns around and hurries over. "Did you hurt anything Redd?"
she asks, as she tries to help him up.

Sunan gasps, and tried to help Redd up as Espiria arrives. He acts
silently.

No fair. This whole thing is just... Grrrr. Neelkan is about to start
yelling any minute when all of a sudden there's a thump and Redd plants his
face on the floor. White-streaked red hair which used to be so poofy and
vibrant is just laying around his head as he leans over to get a look at
Redd on the floor. He'd rush over to the boy if it wouldn't result a few
ways he would rather them not. One, a Yellow would likely yell at him for
getting out of bed. (Women.) Two, he might overexert himself and plant his
OWN face on the ground. And last, he would have to walk around in the
bloody dress-like infirmary robe thing these silly women have him in.

Varcel blinks a bit, as Redd gets to know the floor so intimately. Doesn't
look very comfortable.

Redd attempts to push the helping hands away. Even Espi's, which is a big
surprise as he doesn't fight her at all. He attempts to stand, which
doesn't get him past placing his hands on the floor to push up.

Espiria frowns gently, shaking her head. "Red...come on now. Stop that..Let
me help you back into bed." She bites her lower lip, sighing softly as she
continues to try to grab hold of Redd's arms. Somehow she's got to get him
back into bed. One way..or another at least. She glances around to the
other, worry shining brightly in her eyes before glancing back to him.
Well, at least he didn't break anything.