Another day in the life of Angela Quitefeet because good titles escape me (A Redwall Log 2-17-2016)
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: Jase, male. Blisa, female.
Mice: Angela, female. Emyuil, male.
Jase has been in the Redwall infirm for a while now. He has gone in and out of consciousness and has finally stayed awake. His burn on his leg was fairly bad for a while, but after some time, and tending to by healers, it started to get better but he may have a bit of a limp for the rest of his life. His tail tip is gone, but some fur is regrowing so its not too bad off.
Emyuil is in the infirmary, waiting around for Angela to have a spare moment to talk to him. He sits in a wooden chair, swinging his footpaws idly as he peeks out the window, watching the comings and goings of beasts on the snow-covered grounds.
Blisa enters the room, smiling. "Hi, Jase!" She comes over to him. "How're you feeling? Would you like me to get Angela?" Speaking of whom, Angela hobbles into the room and comes over to her grandson. "You alright there, Emyuil? 'Tis a chilly day outside," she adds, taking a peek at what he's looking at.
Jase smiles as he sees Blisa, "Hey...Blisa...I am doing better, leg doesn't hurt today and...think that's good, right?"
"Not as cold as the smile of Ferahgo the Assassin," quoth the Half-Rat--clearly he's been doing some reading. There's a few brave otters ice-fishing on the pond but other than that it's empty outside. "Yeah, just wanted to talk to you," he says. "I figured I'd find you here if anywhere."
Blisa sits beside the other cat. "I'm sure it is! How's....how's your tail?" Angela smiles a little at the (foolish) otters and goes to absently ruffle her grandson's ears. "Who's this.......Assassin beast?" Clearly she's been too busy to do much reading. "What did ye need to talk about, hon? I have a few minutes."
Jase moves his tail "Umm...shorter?" He chuckles and then coughs some, he is still recovering some a little smoke damage from the fire,"S...Sorry, Blisa." He smiles some, she makes him smile, "Tail is fine, fur is growing on tip so not too bad"
Emyuil smiles happily, his eyes scrunched up at the ear-ruffle. "Found a story about some vermin that went by that name in an old book in the Library. A cold-hearted killer type that tried invading Salamandastron. Needless to say, that didn't work out for him." His scars are distorted by his grin, which reminds him of what he wanted to talk about. He lowers his voice a bit. "You said you can heal scars? I made up my mind."
Blisa grins. "What have you got to be sorry about? I'm not mad or anything. I'm glad to see that you're getting better." Angela raises her eyebrow, but just smiles and says, "Readin' is good, Emyuil. I'm glad to see that per'aps ye 'ave inherited some o' your mother's personality after all. Aye, 'ave ye now? And what 'ave ye decided upon, love?"
Jase answers "Making ya be stuck here, your father most likely is not thrilled with it"
Emyuil's face is more somber now, but not unhappy. "I've decided..." He breathes in deep and lets it out nice and slow before going on. "I want to lose the scars. I know they won't all go away, most likely, but we can at least try. Because I want to move on from my past at least in that way." And for Lily--both Lilys, he adds silently.
"Oh, I'm sure he's fine with it," Blisa chirrups happily, going to rest her paw on the Ferravale Master Healer's arm. "And besides, I love coming here! It's one of my favourite places to be. And I chose to come here." Angela smiles and goes to stroke her grandson's face. "Well, then," she says, guessing the silent part. "You just sit right here." She hobbles over to the medicine that she seems to have claimed as her own (it was small and empty. Whatever), opens it, and starts digging around in it.
Jase nods" Maybe we can...slowly get home together"
Emyuil smiles, but there's a bittersweet look in his eye. Then apprehension, like that of a Dibbun going to the infirmary. "This won't hurt...will it?" he asks Angela.
Blisa claps her paws and calls out, "Miss Angela, can Jase go home today or tomorrow???" "I don't see why not, honey. Just go slow, alright?" The old mouse gives the cat Healer a look that lets him know that she will personally come to Ferravale and physic him if he doesn't go back home slowly. Carrying a large jar made out of some sort of black stone, she hobbles back over to her grandson and smiles reassuringly. "Nah, it's shouldn't. Unless you're allergic to one o' it's ingredients. Then it will burn. Other than that? The worst that should 'appen is that it might itch like crazy." She opens the jar, and an odd smell, like honey and other nice things mixed with a swamp, fills the air. She gets a little glob of golden goo on her fingers and says, "We'll try a tiny bit on the inside o' your elbow first, just to be sure."
Jase watches the other healer, he knows to go slow and nods "Alright....." He will have to get some of the healers in Ferravale he has trained to help more, a couple ferrets and a rat.
Emyuil nods. "Understood." He relaxes his body but his eyes still show a tad of uncertainty as Angela approaches. "Odd smell," he comments.
He holds out his arm, exposing the inside of his elbow.
Blisa sneezes at the weird smell, then just starts sneezing spasmodically. Angela looks at her, then goes to rub the goo onto her grandson's arm. "Miss Blisa seems to be allergic. Remind me to write down that she needs to never use this." She steps back and adds, "We should know within the course of a few minutes if you're allergic." She puts the lid back on the jar. "I invented the recipe many seasons ago. I wrote it down in the book I'm making for the Infirm 'ere for when I am dead. Until then, the ingredients are a secret to non-'Ealers," she adds with a wink.
Jase sits up and looks concern for Blisa "Blisa? Ya ok?" He keeps an eye on her . He even stay a little longer if it's needed for Blisa
Emyuil relaxes as it becomes apparent that no adverse effect is suffered from the goo. He winks back, then suddenly looks distracted. "I was gonna have lunch with Lily," he says after a moment. After saying his good-byes, he heads off, giving Angela a quick, careful hug if she allows it before he leaves.
Angela gets hugged after she gives him a little jar and written instructions she had alrwady made up for him in advance, hoping that he would agree to use the goo. Blisa has finally stopped sneezing, and she blows her nose in a handkercheif. "*Sniff* Yeah, I think I'm okay, thank you." They can leave tomorrow, as planned.
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