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Mon Dec 24, 2018 2:31 pm

Brunnhold Public Hospital
35 Vortas 2178: Evening
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Orianna made her way through the chaos that was the Stacks, weaving through the roads and alleyways with ease, having walked the same path between her apothecary shop and the hospital for ten years now. She waved at the shopkeepers she knew as they closed shop for the night, nipping into a deli to buy a sandwich to break her fast. She had been on night rotation for 2 weeks now and the owner of the shop knew she'd pay handsomely if he'd stay open for a few extra minutes and provide her with a fresh bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. She found out early on in her years at the hospital that grabbing a meal before you got to work was a smart move, even if you were working nights. The cafeteria food was quite delicious – Anaxi Galdori were spoiled and wouldn't have it any other way. But there were so many shifts that were busy enough that you could go a whole 10-hour shift without having a moment to eat.

She paid the deli owner her usual price – the cost of the sandwich plus a tip equal to the cost of the sandwich, which had been her idea – and headed towards the hospital. She was working the Galdori wing tonight, which meant either of two things. It'd either be filled with spoiled Anaxi Galdori needing help for simple things like a headache or a minor stomach bug, convinced they're going to die and making ridiculous demands on her time or it'd be dead as a doornail.

To say that Anna didn't like Anaxi Galdori would be the polite way to put it. She hated the way they lorded over everyone else and especially how they treated their passives. Anna wasn't quiet about her opinion of passives and was kind to them to the point that it offended some Anaxi Galdori. She always fell back on saying that you get better servants if you use the carrot rather than the stick but, really, she couldn't find it in her to be cruel to the poor things. At least back home everyone understood that you had to rely on each other to survive, whether they could touch and use the mona or not. Of course, the Galdori had to keep everyone in line, but there was no point in beating down people too badly.

She stopped at the entrance to the human wing, wiping the crumbs off on her white coat before entering. The coat was another eccentricity she had adopted. Most everyone else just decided to stick to just uniforms, but Anna wore the coat over her uniform to catch the worst of the stains that came with working in a hospital. She hated adding to the cost of the hospital and, if she had to pay out of her own pocket to replace the white coat to keep the hospital from having to replace her uniforms more frequently, she didn't mind doing it. Between her two jobs, she had plenty of money to spare.

"Hey, Larindus," Anna said to the Galdori that was manning the security desk. "Hulali's blessings on you."

"Evening, Dr. Aubellard. Alioe bless you," the pale man said as he checked the schedule. "Galdori wing tonight? Lucky you. Dr. Enricarde sent a passive over, claiming he had – and I quote – 'a touch of the trots'."

Anna scoffed. "Only because he's so drunk he has to keep trotting to the toilet to puke it up. Hulali's tits. Here's praying that it's a quiet night. I'd hate to have to send a passive over to grab one of the on-call doctors. Nobody likes being awakened in the middle of the night," she sighed as she waved and walked down the connecting wing between the Stacks side of the hospital and the University side of the hospital.

Anna didn't know why the scheduling department ever bothered scheduling Enricarde for night shifts. It was a 50/50 chance that he'd show up on any night he was scheduled and, if he didn't show up, the other doctor on duty would be stuck working the wing alone. Sure, they could theoretically call someone from another wing, but if there were a string of emergencies, there often wasn't time to call doctors from other wings.

Anna touched her tattooed shoulderblade with her right hand, asking Hulali to ease the waters for her tonight as she entered the Galdori wing. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw one of the passives assigned to the wing mopping the floor. If the passives were doing basic housekeeping, things were quiet.

"Evening, Dina," she said pleasantly to the passive before heading over to the ward desk and checking to see which residents were assigned to the wing. The residents weren't lucky enough to find out what shifts they were working a week ahead of time. They usually found out the day before they were supposed to work, since scheduling had to assign residents to where they were needed, depending on how many inpatients they had. She saw there was only two residents assigned to her wing tonight. "Only one inpatient, then?" she asked the passive. "I take it Livingstone and Hallewell are staffing the emergency room?"

"Yes, Doctor," the passive replied. "Should I go get them?"

"Yes, please," Anna said as she reviewed the record of who was staying overnight in the hospital. It turned out that Mrs. Pandeima's rheumatism is acting up again and she couldn't walk, so she came in like Dr. Addington told her to if it got that bad again.

The passive came back, the two residents behind her. She did her evening check-in with them, sending Livingstone back to the ER with orders to send Dina or one of the other passives if someone came in. She took Hallewell to check in on Mrs. Pandeima, who was peacefully sleeping, then asked the resident to review the woman's record. Anna herself was already caught up. She was quick at reading records, unless they were inches thick, plus Mrs. Pandeima was someone who often came in for her rheumatism. Addington was working on some rheumatism research and Mrs. Pandeima was one of his patients. Unfortunately, the treatments that were working with other patients weren't working as well with Mrs. Pandeima. Addington suspected it was because her case was so advanced, since Mrs. Pandeima was elderly, even for a Galdori.

Knowing that Mrs. Pandeima was sleeping peacefully, Anna made her way to the ER, intending to check the stock of supplies to pass the time. Hallewell could review paperwork on her own and, if she needed her, she would send one of the passives or get Anna herself.

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Wed Dec 26, 2018 11:55 pm

Brunnhold Public Hospital
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Aurélien held Brunnhold in the soft spot of his heart. It was the place in which he learned the control of magic and it was there he launched his career from. Though his career was still in its infantile state, at least in his opinion, he owed Brunnhold much more than he could repay. And that was admitting that being the university’s headmaster was not in his future. He could almost smirk at the idea. Of course he saw that as a pathway to his success, one of the many final stops that he would be satisfied with.

Because Brunnhold was the place that launched his career, he still had many personal clients who called upon his expertise and knowledge. He was on his way from Vienda to aid one of them now, a middle-aged woman by the name of Annalisa. The woman had been recently widowed and now she was taking the money inherited from her late-husband to open a salon in Muffey. Annalisa was hardly a business tycoon, and thusly she called upon the young man she met at a luncheon several years ago. That man was Aurélien, and he answered the call dutifully. Upon hearing Annalisa’s problem, he drafted up the employment contract she would use to hire her hairdressers and looked over the deed of her salon’s new building. As the final part of his duty, he was making a trip to meet Annalisa personally to inspect the building and draft up a beginning budget detailing his client’s expenses for the next six months. To do that, though, he needed to meet with a friend and contractor in the Stacks first.

That was where Aurélien was headed. He sat in the back of a taxi carriage, thumbing through the several documents detailing the case at hand. Since this was a personal contract, he had to deal with all the paperwork himself. There was no one else to pawn the more meager tasks on, not unless he wanted to split the profits. He was already offering the contractor a fair sum, fair enough for a student who had not yet graduated anyway.

Another young man sat across from Aurélien and occupied his time by reading a book. The methodical drumming of the wagon’s wheels rolling across the ground, Aurélien’s soft hums and recitations of text, and the turning of pages lulled the passengers into a quiet flow of travel. The man across from Aurélien was a passive, an assistant the galdor had hired to help him with personal contracts such as this. Of course the man wasn’t allowed in Aurélien’s office, for he’d be nothing but a distraction and target for the ire of his employer’s associates, but he was welcome to Aurélien’s company otherwise, especially on long trips such as this.

“Charlie,” Aurélien looked up from his work, “did you forget to add boilerplate onto this draft?”

Charlie looked up from his book and met Aurélien’s gaze. The passive shrunk in the moment as he remembered and then he nodded the most shaky of nods. “I’m terribly sorry,” he said. “I’m not sure what made me forget. I’ll fix it forthwith!”

Aurélien shook his head and waved the passive off. “It can wait until we meet with the contractor, Yoann. What’re you reading?” Aurélien settled into his seat, resting his back against the cushions.

Charlie was reluctant to relax, but upon noticing Aurélien’s calm demeanor, he did. “It’s called the Misshapen Stranger.”

“Can’t say I’ve heard of it. What’s it about?” The lawyer bundled his papers together then slid them into his briefcase.

“It’s a murder mystery. The Stranger is a serial killer who the authorities have been unable to apprehend. The secret is that he’s a shapeshifter.”

Aurélien gave an interested hum. “You’ll have to lend it to me when you’re done,” he said.

“Of course!”

The pair shared a smile and Aurélien let Charlie slip back into his book. The lawyer set his briefcase in the bench-seat beside him and settled for a nap. It would be a while until they reached the contractor’s home. Just as he began to drift away, the cabin began to thump and shake. His eyes popped open and the rocking only continued to get worse. He braced himself in the cabin, as did Charlie, and they shared a look of bewilderment. Neither of them knew what was happening, only that it wasn’t good.

The cabin shifted hard again, diving off to the side and throwing its inhabitants to the floor. Aurélien and Charlie bounded for one another but managed to dodge the sure collision. Instead, Aurélien fell to the cabin floor, his arms extended to catch himself. A pain in his wrist erupted and made itself known. The cabin shifted again, dropping to one side and doubling down on the disruption inside. Aurélien’s hand slipped from under him as the cabin fell and his head smacked into the door of the carriage. Ache radiated from the corner of his hairline and the undeniable crimson of blood dribbled from the wound. The cabin shook as if being drug on the ground until it came to a stop and the lawyer was able to start picking himself up off the floor.

He surveyed the now lopsided carriage. Charlie had braced himself on one of the benches, avoiding the same damage Aurélien suffered. Once the passive met the galdor’s gaze, he leapt from the bench and hurried to the galdor’s side. Charlie hooked his hands under Aurélien’s underarm and lifted him to stand the rest of the way. Aurélien staggered, trying to balance himself on the upright floor of the cabin and the downward shifted wall of the cabin’s entrance.

“What’s happened?” Aurélien said, his voice no more than a whisper.

“What’s happened!” Charlie shouted for the driver. There was no response. “Driver! What’s happened?” There was nothing still. Charlie groaned and coaxed Aurélien to one of the diagonal benches then doubled back to the door. He turned the knob and shoved it open, though it only opened partway. He stuck his head through the opening and saw cold, hard ground.

“Driver!” he shouted. “Driver!”

A man hurried to the cracked door and Charlie strained to see more than the man’s shoes. “Help us out of here,” Charlie demanded. “We need to get to a hospital. He’s suffered a head wound.”

It took nearly an hour to free Aurélien and Charlie from the banged up wagon and longer still to get the pair on a new carriage that would take them to the nearest hospital, and that was Brunnhold Public Hospital. The pair came to the ER with Aurélien using Charlie as a crutch of sorts. Aurélien had one hand steadying himself on Charlie’s shoulder and the other held a cool, wet rag over his head. The rag was stained by the blood stemming from the cut and Aurélien couldn’t tell if his head or his wrist hurt more. The affected wrist was bruised and swelling, dappling purple with blue and red.

“What’s happened, Charlie?” Aurélien asked.

“You smacked your head something good, Sir. Your wrist isn’t going very well either,” Charlie explained. He led Aurélien further into the ER’s lobby. “Take a seat. I’ll fetch a doctor. Keep that towel on your head and don’t fall asleep again!”

Aurélien’s nod was lazy. He slumped into the seat Charlie put him in and tilted his head back, eyes focusing on the ceiling above to keep the waving fatigue away. Charlie hurried to the desk of the receiving clerk and urged for a doctor’s attention. It couldn’t wait!

“Please, someone hurry!” Charlie fussed despite the clerk’s shushing. “He’s hit his head, puked his guts out, and barely can keep his eyes open. Don’t tell me to be quiet! Fetch someone, will you? His name is Aurélien LeClair and I am Charles Page."
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Wed Jan 02, 2019 9:23 am

Brunnhold Public Hospital
35 Vortas 2178: Evening
Orianna was checking in on Mrs. Pandeima again when Dina came running.

"Dr. Aubellard. There's a man in the emergency room who needs help," she explained. "His friend said something about a head wound and vomiting and struggling to stay awake."

Anna sighed in frustration, kicking herself for sending both residents to their break. At the time, she had thought it was a good idea to let the residents take a break because it had been such a quiet night. Some of the doctors were erseholes to the residents, working them to the bone even when there wasn't much work to do. But Anna didn't mind letting her residents relax a bit some if the night was slow. She remembered her residencies and how chronically exhausted she had been. She knew that there was a reason residents were pushed so hard, but she figured that letting a resident relax a bit was worth it because it made them more prepared when their skills were needed.

But she shouldn't have left the emergency room unstaffed. "Stupid move, Orianna. Stupid move," she thought to herself. Once again, she wondered if she should cut back on her hours at the apothecary shop. Between her two jobs, she was pulling 15 hour days when she was on duty at the hospital. That was on a good day. Her days could easily reach 20 hours if she had to do lectures.

But, once again, she discarded the idea. She couldn't leave the people of the Stacks without a way to get inexpensive treatments for their illnesses. Yes, there were other apothecaries in the Stacks but, as far as she knew, none of them had a brother who ran a spice and herb business and gave them a discount on their supplies. That meant she could still make a profit even though she sold her services at a reduced price.

"Can you please let Livingstone and Hallewell know that I will need their help, Dina?" Anna asked the passive before hurrying to the emergency room. She walked quickly, but didn't run in a panic, practicing her calming exercises. With the symptoms Dina described, she would need to do a diagnosis spell and she knew she couldn't afford to wait until she got to the patient to start calming herself and preparing for a conversation with the mona.

While Dina had gone to get Anna, the receptionist had moved a wheeled stretcher over to where Aurélien sat. Anna nodded to the reception clerk gratefully, glad that she hadn't tried to move the patient to the gurney by herself.

Every inch of her demeanor projecting calm and confidence as she asked Charles his name and the name of his friend before introducing herself. "Thank you for bringing him in, Mr. Page. I'm Dr. Aubellard. Can you please tell me what happened while we move him to the exam room?" she asked. "Can you please help me move him to the gurney?" she said to the receptionist as she listened to Charles describe the accident.

Orianna wasn't one of those doctors that barked orders like some of the doctors. Even in surgery, she was calm and tried to phrase her orders as requests. Remaining calm when she was working with other people helped reinforced the calm she needed when she conversed with the mona. She, of course, relied heavily on the physical skills she learned while she was training to be a doctor, but she did still need the mona for some things. She often asked the mona to help make her treatments at the shop more effective, for example. Damaging her relationship with it could make things much more difficult for her at both of her jobs.

Anna and the receptionist moved Aurélien to the gurney carefully and then wheeled him into Exam Room 1. Livingstone and Hallewell ran in just as Anna was getting ready to start her exam. She looked at both of them and gave them a thin smile. "Find your calm and then take his vitals, please."

She pulled Charles to the side to speak to him for a moment as the residents caught their breath and then took Aurélien's vitals. "I'm going to have to ask him some questions to check for brain damage. I'm not going to know some of the answers. If it's a question that I have no way of knowing the answer to, I want you to please either nod your head or shake it to let me know whether his answer is correct or not. Please don't confirm or deny the answer verbally, because we don't want to upset him if he's getting the answers wrong. Okay?"

She waited for Charles to nod his head before she moved back to Aurélien's side. "Mr. LeClair, can you tell me what day it is and where you are? Do you know how you got here?"
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Sun Jan 13, 2019 2:58 pm

35th of Vortas, 2718 | Brunnhold | Night

The staff reacted faster than Charlie could’ve anticipated, but he was grateful nonetheless. He told the doctor his name and began to do as she asked. A team of the professionals moved towards Aurélien and Charlie hovered near the doctor, throwing his gaze between her and Aurélien as the lawyer was being moved.

“Certainly, ma’am,” Charlie hurried to say as he watched. “We were on our way to meet with a contractor for one of Mr. LeClair’s clients in Muffey when the wagon we were in had a mishap; we hit a hard bump and one of the wheels just popped off, sending us headlong into the ground. I guess the other wheels couldn’t keep it together after that first one went kaput, so another popped off.”

He took a breath, realizing that his words shooting out of his mouth faster than he comprehended them. While he had been under Mr. LeClair’s service for only a little while, that time was filled with the most welcome unordinary behavior from his employer. Charlie expected to be treated like shite under an ass’ hoof but he got the opposite of that. He was treated with respect, and so he cared about his employer as much as their short time together would allow.

“We were being thrown around in that cabin but Sir took most of the damage, I’m afraid,” Charlie continued. “He knocked his head something good and it looks like he about snapped his wrist trying to keep himself from hurting anymore -- his left one there.” Charlie pointed to the injured wrist in question as Aurélien was being examined. “That’s his writing hand, Miss Aubellard. You gotta save it! He’s a lawyer. He can’t do nothing without that hand.”

Charlie set his eyes on Dr. Aubellard. “He’s one of the good ones, Doctor. I mean it. I got a book he wants to read, so he’s got to be able to read it, all right?”

Regardless of the doctor’s reply, Charlie did as he was asked as he was pulled away. As much as it pained him to be quiet -- there was just so much on his mind -- he stayed silent, chewing his lip to shut himself up.

The moment had been a blur for Aurélien. All that he knew was that he was receiving the help Charlie so desperately demanded. He had been hoisted into a gurney and then rolled away into a room. Bodies surrounded him, touching him here and there in their first moves of treatment. The pain in his head refused to be ignored, throbbing as his eyes sailed back and forth to find a familiar face. He finally found Charlie standing next to what he assumed was the doctor, a woman with the complexion of soft caramel.

Foggy as he was, he found it easier to focus on one thing as opposed to the several slurring around him. He saw the doctor’s mouth open and felt the vibration of words on his ears, lost at first to the ringing in his cranium, but slowly her words became clear.

“The day is... the 35th of Vortas,” he was slow to say. “Yes... I have a meeting tomorrow with a client.” Aurélien nodded to himself as he spoke, trying to confirm the words with himself as well as with Charlie, who his eyes kept drifting to for some form of acceptance.

Charlie was as stoic as he could be, feigning like he was chewing his nails nervously to avoid saying anything. He nodded, though, giving Aurélien a little peace of mind.

“I’m at a hospital,” Aurélien paced. “I’m not sure which one... but Charlie -- Charles -- got me here.”

Charlie nodded again, fighting to hide his smile by biting on his bottom lip.

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Sun Jan 13, 2019 6:20 pm

Brunnhold Public Hospital
35 Vortas 2718: Evening
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Orianna listened intently to Charles as he explained what had happened and then gave him a kind smile. "Thank you for the detailed information. It'll help a lot," she said, her voice not condescending in any way. She was truly grateful for the information, even as she quickly processed it and triaged the potential injuries. She put her hand on the passive's shoulder, as if she could transfer some of her calm to him. "I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to ensure that he ends up right as rain."

"All right. Good, Mr. LeClair," Anna said as Aurélien answered her questions, noting his slow response. "Hallewell, continue with the questions. Livingstone, please go prepare Inpatient Room 2," she ordered, glancing at Charles and giving him a kind, reassuring smile. "Don't worry. We admit everyone that has a head injury for at least half a day, so we can watch them."

After she had reassured Charles, the doctor turned back to Aurélien. "Mr. LeClair, I'm going to cover each eye for a few seconds and then uncover it. I need to see how quickly your pupils react," she explained between Hallewell's questions before covering his left eye for a few seconds. When she uncovered it, she was relieved to see that the pupil reacted quickly. She repeated the experiment with the other eye and smiled when his right pupil recovered just as quickly.

While Hallewell moved on, saying simple words and phrases and asking Aurélien to repeat them back to her, Anna moved on to his wrist. She gingerly took Aurélien's left wrist, touching it as firmly as she could without causing undue pain. Nothing seemed out of place, but she couldn't tell for sure and the small bones of the wrist were difficult to distinguish from the outside. So she started a diagnostic spell. She calmly recited Monite as Hallewell ran through the rest of the concussion protocol, asking the mona to help her scan Aurélien's head and wrist. She knew those areas were damaged and asking the mona to do a full body scan could come later if other symptoms showed up.

Anna felt the mona around her coalesce as she asked it to check for any damage to Aurélien's brain. Living particles flowed to his head and, after a few seconds, there was a very faint feeling of fuzziness encircling the brain, as if it were wrapped in a soft blanket, confirming that there was a concussion. She couldn't feel the fuzziness well enough to tell how thick it was, though, which meant she couldn't see how deep the damage went. With Aurélien's earlier responsiveness, though, she was confident that the man had a mild concussion. She moved on to his wrist, asking the mona to feel out the bones. She could tell there as at least one break as she heard crackling, but her conversation with the Living particles wasn't clear enough to tell her the critical details, like how many and which bones were broken and how much the bone fragments were displaced. She would have to splint the wrist and re-check it in the morning.

Once she thanked the mona and let her field relax, Anna took out a simple splint, positioning Aurélien's wrist in a neutral position before wrapping it in bandaging. "Okay, Mr. Page. I'm confident that he has a very minor concussion but, as I said, we'll admit him overnight to keep an eye on him. I splinted his wrist since it's not wise to put a cast on a broken bone until the swelling's gone down some," she explained. That was true, but she was also covering her inconclusive test results. "You're more than welcome to stay since you're his servant. I'll let everyone know that you'll be here and, if you need to go out to get some of his things, that you're to be allowed back in."

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Brain: SidekickBOT: 1d6 = (6) = 6

Lucky you! Aurélien's got a minor concussion. He'll be admitted overnight for observation, but should be let go in the morning after Anna checks in on him. Anna will double check whether the diagnosis is correct when she runs the diagnostic spell, but you can assume that all his answers and responses are correct, if a bit slow. There shouldn't be any lasting problems, though he may struggle with mild concussion symptoms for a few days.

Wrist: SidekickBOT: 1d6 = (6) = 6

Damn, SidekickBOT likes Aurélien tonight. XD Aurélien has one bone broken in his wrist, but it's a clean break and, after it's re-set, you'll heal easily in 6 weeks with no loss of function.



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