A Healer's Problem (Open)

[Lilacdew]

What a day? Students, working, research and frustration all nettled into one. One of the Holder's children had an odd thorn wound that had grown infected, and now here was Ageomi, trying to work as hard as he could to heal a child's illness that really could have been simple if they had brought in in much sooner. The cranky healer muttered to himself, shifting through some of the papers on the table in front of him before turning to stare up at the records.

Idiocy. Pure and simple. Why would you not come to a healer to be seen, particularly when that healer isn't going to charge you an arm and a leg to be healed? He had students here, on top of himself, and people who could help a person at any point in their illness. The man sighed. He should just let the frustration go, it wasn't his fault that so many people were idiots. He hadn't trained them right yet, that was all.

In the meantime, however, he'd get the job done. He was famous for his skill as a healer, and he'd show why that was again and again. The man sighed, just shaking his head before pulling down another set of records. He'd figure this one out, just like all the others.

[indigo]

"Excuse me? Healer Ageomi? I'm sorry to bother you..." Deavelyn called softly, peeking her head in the door. "I'm out of numbweed and burn salve again. I know I'm supposed to come before we're out, but I just didn't have time. If it's ok, I can take the recipe, and just make it myself?" She asked, tucking a poorly bandaged arm behind her back.

[Lilacdew]

Ageomi slowly looked up from his work, lifting an eyebrow without turning his back immediately, "Really now. You're supposed to come to me right when you run -low-. And no, I will not be handing you the recipe. Unless you're trained, which I doubt you are, I cannot just give it to you. That'd be like me handing firestone to a Wher. Sheer idiocy."

The Master Healer moved around slowly, as though he were about to say something tart in addition when he blinked. His keen eyes usually picked up what no one else's did, and more so, he spotted that bandaged arm and frowned. He recognized the apprentice who was standing in his doorway as someone who was constantly running out of salves, and he placed a marker in the book he was reading before marching right up to her and lifting the arm, "Dare I say this looks like raw meat? I'm sure it does, most of the glassmaker wounds do."

His voice was droll, "What happened?"

[indigo]

"Really, Master Ageomi, I could make it, and it'd be up to par. I'm rather capable of learning." She complained with good nature. And I know, I know. I'm sorry! Hey, ow ow ow!"

She winced and tried to pull her arm away without success. "Yes, it looks like raw meat. I was rolling some glass flat, and a bubble that was hidden by the pigment popped all over my arm. It was more liquidy than the rest. Please, I just need the salve, it'll heal, I know how to take care of it!" She protested. She squirmed a little, then the bandage slipped, showing just how nasty the burn was. From the look of it, the leather of her gloves had protected her arm, though the skin was still blistered and angry red.

[Lilacdew]

Ageomi raised an eyebrow. He stared down the apprentice before him before he full out scowled, "Move, sit. You look like red-meat, it seems that you just really are out to be bothersome. Sit!"

He demanded to the chair next to the desk. Despite his rough demeanor, he wasn't going to let her just walk out without the proper healing. No matter how irritated he became, he was going to do his job and do it right. That was merely how the process worked, and evidence of the dedication and skill that had made him famous. Either way, this Apprentice was not going to leave his sight until he had treated the wound and she was at least halfway better, "I'm sure you know how to take care of it, but since I'm the Master and you an Apprentice of this collegium, you will listen to what I say, and submit to allowing me to look at it. Pure and simple. Now move!"

[indigo]

"Yessir." She took a seat as indicated and began to unwind the poorly done bandage. Her brow tucked down a little, after all she really was capable...but he was a master, and sometimes she just had to listen. She'd be rebellious in her head.

She turned her face up and offered him a cheerful smile. "See? It isn't so bad! The glove protected most of it." She reached down quickly, and pulled the offending garment from her bag. The elbow length, thick and padded leather was scorched, and had black, crackled glass stuck to it in just the pattern she'd described. She was luckier than she had indicated, for the glove was coated from wrist to elbow, the worst part nearly eating through even the padding.

"I got it off right quick, and it's really on this spot that hurts. sir." She squirmed in her seat, fighting to keep the cheerful smile on in the face of the irritated master. She rather liked Ageomi, though she'd never tell him that. After all, the gruffness was his charm, and he might be offended by her stating exactly how charming it was. It reminded her of a softer, friendlier version of her own master.

[Lilacdew]

How absolutely bothersome. Over and over, people who didn't want to listen or believed themselves to be better were cropping up. Was it really so hard to listen to a Healer when he knows better? He wouldn't deign to tell her how to craft glass! Either way, he shoved the thought aside and looked at the wound. When she spoke cheefully, he merely gave her a blank stare that did nothing more than say 'You're still talking?'

With that, he looked back down at the wound, reaching over to turn the arm just slightly to inspect it. He was clearly listening, he rarely missed much. Either way, in this matter, she'd be forced to listen to him, there really wasn't any way for him to get around it. Shame though it was, "Hmm. I'd imagine. You look like you stuck a smith's poker on your skin and decided to connect the dots."

He let go of her arm and begun to shift amongst the shelf nearby, clearly searching for something in the jars.

[indigo]

She studied her arm for a moment, then laughed. "Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" Her eyes followed him to the cabinet, quietly, studying him again.

After a moment she asked, "What exactly are you going to do? And can you make sure my gloves will fit over the bandages?" She couldn't work if she couldn't wear gloves, and that just wouldn't do.

[Lilacdew]

"Hmm..." Ageomi was noncommittal at first as he dug through his salves. It was more that she really didn't need to know right off what she was doing til he was about to do it, and besides, he had to make sure he was grabbing the right things or she'd be scared for years to come. That just wouldn't do, it'd be a smirch on his skill and make her work impossible.

Frowning a bit, he nodded, pulling down several jars and creating a mixture, "With any luck, but frankly, you'll have to buy new gloves til the swelling goes down. There's only so much I can do, and I'm out to make sure the burn heals, not the vanity or inabling work until the healing is done. Of which, you are to take it easy, do you understand? If you aggravate that burn, you risk far worse injury than what you have now. I do hope you're not foolish enough to do that."

He said bluntly before bringing over a salve that he then began to apply to her arm, "It's a salve that will help aliviate the burn while forcing it to heal. Basically, a mix of numbweed and some other things I discovered work well together years ago."

[indigo]

She froze, and just blinked at him. Not...work? Take...it easy? When had she ever taken it easy?

"Sir, I can't do that. Take it easy I mean. I'll go get bigger gloves, and I'll be more careful, but...I mean, what damage will I do just getting it a bit hot? I mean, it'll hurt like hell, but I have work I gotta do, and, well, I can't ask someone else to do it..."

She stopped herself from rambling, and subtly relaxed as the pain in her arm started to subside. She, however, lost the cheerful smile, and started to get very pensive, biting on her lower lip. How was she to handle this?

[Lilacdew]

"Try to give me some credit. If you take it easy now, than you aren't going to lose the arm or the mobility of it. So, you either lose a bit of work now, or lose the ability to work at all. I'd say the first is easier than the second, and last I checked, I patched up the last round you had and was correct then too, wasn't I?" Ageomi was blunt as always, but his hands never stopped moving, and it wasn't long before he had finished coating the arm and was bandaging it. His eyes didn't look up from her arm, they didn't have to, and as he brushed a bit of his dusty-colored hair away from his face with a shake of his head, he grunted.

He wasn't that old, but these novices sure made him feel that way. Then again, everyone was a novice to him nowadays, weren't they, "If you go easy, it'll be ok to work with in a matter of days. You take your pick on the gamble, young lady."

[indigo]

"Master...I'll...shards!" She tensed up unhappily, not saying a word. Her eyes flickered back and forth as she thought.

Was asking for a note for Yeorden too much? Was not getting it, and having to explain verbally worse? Would she be in trouble, what...shards. What was she going to do? What should she do? What was ethically correct?!

She took a deep breath...and it clicked. It wasn't bad to get a note. It would alleviate any tension. And being injured for a seven day or so was better than being dependent on anyone for the rest of her life. "Yes, Master. May I have a note for my Master?"

[Lilacdew]

Ageomi snorted, his bandaging job completed quickly before he placed his hands on his hips. Reaching over to pick up the slave, he just sets in in the girl's hands without so much as a by-your-leave, followed by several rolls of clean bandages for her use, "I could write the note, but you could just tell him to talk to me. In healing matters, I rank him. You should know that by now."

Sheesh. These young ones were so demanding...not that he was all that old himself. Regardless, he turned around and jotted down a note on a scrap of hide he had for use on such things, "Here. This note has my signature, no one's going to question it. Or rather...I don't believe they'd dare. But if they do, they can come direclty to me, and I will speak with them."

He was irritated again. This was promising to cut into his research time, of which he had little to begin with. Finishing the note, he turned around and promptly handed it to Deavelyn, placing it in the pile before he nodded, "The salve, apply twice a day, keep fresh bandages on it. There's nothing stopping you from using the arm, I just don't want it used vigourously. Rely on the other much as you can. It'll be on your head if you choose not to."

[indigo]

"Yes sir. Thank you Master Ageomi." She glanced down at the note in her hands, then bit her lip, glancing back up at him. "Sir? Is there a way I can pay back you for this? In time, or errands?"

Please don't get mad, please don't get mad! She chanted to herself internally. After all, this was all her fault, and while he'd insisted on spending the time, he WAS a healer, and they often thought they were the only ones who could poke a bruise right, and she should have realized that before bursting in to resupply with such a nasty little burn.

[Lilacdew]

Ageomi was finished with the note, handing it over before he blinked. Arching an eyebrow slightly, he retracted his hands and placed them on his hips, "Whyever would I need something like that? Just keep track on your salves and more careful with your work, and you might have to see me less. As I know you'd be perfectly thrilled with that, I do hope you keep that in mind."

The healer turned about to push his jars back into place with a mental check, before glancing back at the girl, "You are free to go. You're ready, and if your Master has a problem, he can talk to me. See the Leatherworker to get you a new set of gloves in the meantime."