RP:Doctor Nel to the Rescue

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Summary: Nel is summoned to the treehouse so that she can tend to both Meri and Magik’s injuries.

Treehouse D'Chath

Meri :: Every member of the Syndicate of Shadows was granted an earpiece that has been enchanted to allow them to communicate. This is how Penelope would have heard tha she was needed. "Nel, we have an emergency, I need you at my treehouse as soon as possible." This message came from Magik. Even if Meri was traveling from Xalious to the Kelay-Sage treehouse, she would be able to make it to the treehouse with considerable haste thanks to a little teleportation trinket she had on her person. There was a good chance that she would beat Penelope in arriving at her now-shared home with a very tall elf. That all depended on where Penelope herself was traveling from. When the blonde left for the battle at Xalious, she opted to wear minimal armor, having donned only armored boots and bracers for protection. Everything else was almost standard garb for Meri, she was wearing form-fitting black pants. What was not of the norm was the shirt she wore, it was a form-fitting and long sleeved black piece of garment. Normally the blonde was prone to showing off her tattoos. One thing that might stand out about this particular black garb was that it was currently soaked, the color of the fabric did well to hide the crimson tint but was definitely Meri’s blood that was absorbed into the fabric. The lycan woman was usually better about paying attention to her surroundings but as she enters the treehouse alone, she has one goal in mind: finding fresh bandaging so that she can change the temporary and makeshift field dressing so that she can keep trying to staunch the bleeding. If Penelope was already waiting for her at the treehouse, Meri would not be aware, and if she was soon to arrive? Well the blonde would be slow to realize. She had her priorities.

Penelope has not been far at all, considering that her location of residence was in the Kelay-Sage area. The Ardelian had been busy with teaching protocols for the new addition of the healing hut. Celeste. A friend of Tiber’s and Lanara’s. In the back of the woman’s mind as she came to begin to know Celeste throughout their time together, Nel knew that Celeste would be the one to take Penelope’s place when she was gone--moving on to better opportunities. Growth. It was very rare to hear a message from the Shadows, for Penelope had promised Magik one thing, healing hands for others in the group. The message that whispered in her ear made the woman still. Luckily for her, Celeste had stepped out to take tips from Yerrel, so it was the best time to slip away. “On my way.” The trek to Magik’s was not a long one, but one that would take Penelope longer than Meri. Once the healer was at the home, she was hesitant. Should she knock and be civil and polite? Should she barge in? Was that rude? Why so many thoughts, Penelope?! The stupidly polite Ardelian knocks anyway, but there is nothing beyond the otherside. Penelope has done it before on several occasions, so she will do it again, and stumble in on her own only to find Meri searching for something. Penelope’s clear vision settles on the slow Meri who looks like she was soaked. “Meri?” The healer is quick to stride across the room before getting a closer vision of the slight crimson-color that was leaking through black fabric. Being a doctor, Penelope had recognized the wetness of the blood through black clothes. “Meri, whoa, hey,” the healer is calm, stern. The Ardelian would try to reach for the lycan to grasp her attention. “Hun, you need to sit. You’re going to be okay.” The soft voice was easy not to spook the woman who had been stumbling about the treehouse, and whatever Meri was searching for, the healer already had. Guaze to stop whatever bleeding she could. The next task at hand was to lead the psion to sit down, so Penelope could get a better look at what was going on with the medical situation.

Meri :: If the setting were different, Meri might be considerably more jumpy at the presence of someone else while she was in an injured state. There was no chance of startling the blonde in Magik’s home, she knew this was a safe place and she had summoned the healer for the express purpose of patching her up. So while Meri may not really process that Penelope is present until the healer is speaking to her and trying to urge her into sitting down somewhere, the healer is not going to be met with any resistance from the psion. Well, maybe a little. There is a bit of concern about sitting in Magik’s fancier looking furniture, not wanting to ruin it by staining it with her blood. It was an unfounded concern as that Lyastri man would probably rather see Meri patched up instead of worrying about messing up his coach. Meri eventually settles into a wooden chair, forcing a pained and lopsided grin toward Nel. “Heeeey stranger.” Meri lifts her shirt enough to reveal to Penelope the area in which she has sustained this injury. Even if Meri has shown the where to Nel, it would not be readily visible until that bloodied field dressing was removed. “Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything fun...but I appreciate you coming out.” Once Penelope got through that makeshift bandaging, the healer would see one rather nasty looking gash running that began on the side of her torso and stopped just above the woman’s belly button. The length of the injury was just shy of a foot and it was deep, but it was not made by any weapon. It was the work of a carnomancer that was in the ranks of the Ossian Order. If Meri were a human, she probably would have succumbed to blood loss by now. There were some perks to being a lycan, it meant that she was a bit more durable than your average human. It also meant that this wound would heal considerably faster than it would for a human, but that did not mean that Meri had the luxury of ignoring the injury all together. Stitches would definitely be needed in order to properly stop the bleeding.

Penelope :: ​​Once getting Meri settled, the healer would kneel down to a solid level to address the injury. “You’re telling me. I haven’t seen you since Taly’s bachelorette party. Sounds like you’re having the opposite of a good time, and I’d ask you if you’re well, but clearly… well,” oh shush, Nel. Penelope rifles through her medical bag for some sort of liquid solution. There really was no time to find a place to wash up, especially with the amount of blood that was making Meri slow. The sanitation liquid is splashed onto her hands before she rubs it in. Not her favorite process, but one nonetheless. “What the hell happened to you?” The bandages would begin to be removed to reveal what appeared to be a long, deep gash, but the girl knew that she would have to do some cleaning around the wound to properly assess. Afterall, Penelope could not leave Meri with anything damaged internally, so Penelope pulls out gauze and a bottle of another clear liquid. A disinfectant which mostly consisted of alcohol, most likely. The girl tips the bottle onto the padding of the gauze. “It’s going to sting. Maybe even worse considering…” She was prepping the lycan, but then again, Meri seemed out of it enough that the clinician could continue forward. Gently the gauze would attempt to be pressed against the gash and smoothed down the wound to clear a way and wipe the blood and bacteria away. Sorry, Meri, it was probably going to be painful. Though with the process, if Meri was not rejecting Penelope’s assistance, the Ardelian would eventually come to find that nothing internally looked severed, but just a clear, deep gash. Stitches would definitely be the solution.

Meri did her best to keep still as Penelope removed bloodied bandages so that she could properly patch the lycan woman up. Even if the psion was not the squeamish sort, she fixed her eyes on the ceiling so that she could not focus on what exactly Penelope was doing. It helped, to an extent. Penelope’s question is answered in a tired tone of voice, though another half smirk does form on her lips. At least Meri could retain some humor, despite her injuries. “Ah, I didn’t listen to Magik and stuck my nose into a fight that was not mine. Here we are. I don’t know exactly the means of magic that caused this, but it was a spell and not a weapon.” That much was probably evident to Penelope, for there was no gash in Meri’s shirt to match her injury. Meri didn’t need the prepping but she still appreciated the clinician’s bedside manner in at least attempting to warn her of the pain that was to come. Meri knew all too well as this wasn’t her first injury and it likely would not be her last. Not with the adventurous life that she was prone to leading. While the blonde might be doing her best to avoid looking down at the injury, her gaze did periodically travel from the ceiling toward the front door of the treehouse. “I suppose you’re gonna deny my request for whiskey to dull the pain, eh?” Meri quips, trying to use jokes to keep her mind of of what is to come. “Blah, blah, blah. Fancy doctor knowledge. Just gonna end up thinning your blood and bleeding even more. Wah. Wah. Wah.” Feel free to thwap her, Nel. Sometimes Meri deserves it.

Magik :: The journey back to Sage was as fast as it was violent. Trees bent, branches broke, and animals are sent running every which way as the Lyastri kept to the ground in his smokey form. With the combination of adrenaline wearing off and the current pain he was in, taking to the skies in his current state was a bit more dangerous. Who wants to freefall through the air while passed out? Finally arriving at home, Magik skips the stairs leading up the tree and flies right through the rickety door and into the common area where Nel is working on Meri. First, his bow is dropped to the floor. Next, his holey shirt is ripped off as he makes his way to the women. All along his left arm and rib cage are about a hundred small but deep holes, each slowly dripping blood. As he steps closer and closer, a small diamond shard wiggles free from his rib cage and falls to the floor. A soft kiss to the top of Meri's head is placed in passing and Penelope receives a gentle squeeze on her shoulder, "Thank you for coming, Nel." The elf then makes his way to the nearby kitchen. A rag is snatched first to pat up some blood threatening to ruin his beautiful wooden floors. Two small bottles of whiskey are grabbed afterwards from a cabinet and placed on the large kitchen table as he returns. Magik then sits at a chair opposite of Meri and Nel. He watches Nel work but his eyes start to wander to the fireplace. He stares at the dancing yet slowly dying flames. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Realizing what he must look like, he closes his mouth then shifts his gaze back to the ladies. He seems to stare through them as he slowly shakes his head side to side.

Nel easily settled into Meri’s faint amusement despite the worries. Minor worries. Meri would be fine, Nel would silently conclude. The Ardelian was sure Meri knew that, too--well, until the mention of whiskey that is. Then, the clinician’s face fell as she applied pressure and smoothed the blood away. The bleeding began to slow and the doctor was not going to let the blonde ruin it. A smile, however, presses as Meri predicts Nel’s response to said-alcohol. A pleased smile. Yes, Meri, Penelope would nag, but she was the good nagging type. “Smart girl… Maybe.” The ‘maybe’ had been due to Meri’s state, but she knew how dangerous some people played, and the psion was one of them. A hand digs down in the medical satchel and out comes supplies: a needle, surgical sutures, a jar of some goopy looking stuff, gauze, and medical cloth. Magik waltzed in at the moment that the needle was pierced into Meri’s skin to mend the tissue together. Moss eyes instantly soak the man in, and she notices the holes that ooze from the shirt he took off. Fingers work a little quicker while eyes keep passing glances at the man who also looks bent out of shape. The squeeze makes the woman frown. The clinician pauses as she watches the man walk away. A distant sound of clinking glass. “That best not be what I think it--” and then he is back out, staring into space. The sewing of tissue pauses and the Ardelian gives a passing glance to Meri, who is probably out of it still. “Whoa,” she holds up one hand. She waves her hand in front of the man to catch his focus. “You need to stay in reality, my friend,” Instantly, the gauze that is taken out is offered to the man before her. She had to finish up at least stitching Meri before she could help the Lyastri. “You know, I don’t really ask much normally, but… Who did you two even mess with? How did you get in the fight in the first place?”

Meri :: Under different circumstances, Meri would have acted a fool and done a bit of whistling the moment that Magik ripped off his shirt. That is not what happens, instead her features are immediately wrought with concern the moment she notices just how badly the elder Lyastri was injured. How had she not noticed this back in Xalious? It was probably the pain from her own injury that distracted her from the full extent of Magik’s own injuries. The woman’s blue eyes trail after Magik’s every move, not really caring if she was blatantly staring at him. He’d have to deal with it. The fact that Meri was distracted with internally fretting over Magik’s state would work out toward Penelope’s benefit, Meri was not really focusing on exactly what Nel was doing. Though there was a periodic wince as Nel worked that needle through her flesh and began to stitch her injury shut. Still, Meri did her best to hold still. The more behaved she was in this regard, the sooner that Penelope could begin to tend to Magik. Meri was equally concerned with how Magik stares off into space, yet their very talented healer was on top that detail as well...trying to lull him back to reality. Presuming that his gaze ends up back on the two of them, Meri’d try and keep him from staring off into space. Her first attempt at this was by mouthing the words ‘I love you’ to him while Nel was focused on tending to the gash on Meri’s side. The blonde’s second attempt to keep her attention on them was by feeding into Nel’s inquiry about who they even messed with. “Ah, better that story comes from Magikrios himself, I think. It was his fight after all, I just stuck my nose into business that wasn’t mine. As I do.” Hopefully this would keep Magik from zoning out on them again, it also meant that Meri did not have to try and talk through the pain of being stitched up. She could just wince and grit her teeth in...mostly silence, while simultaneously gawking at male seated across from them.

Magik finally blinks as he takes Nel's offered gauze. He mindlessly places it on the table in front of him as he then locks eyes with Meri. Her lipped words bring the slightest smirk to one side of his mouth as his eyes quickly glisten over. That smirk is quick to disappear as the elf slowly stands. As Meri answers Penelope's question, Magik grips the back of the chair with both hands like he's about to launch it down a hallway or through the roof. He picks the chair up and hesitates as he makes eye contact with his love. A tear streams down his cheek as he slams the chair back down. The tight grip remains as he leans more into the chair to keep his balance. With those fiery eyes blazing furiously, he begins adding to Meri's response to Nel. "A group called the Ossian Order took over the Mage's Guild and the Mage's Tower in Xalious. They turned us into criminals and knew exactly how to turn Xalious against us. Over the course of the last year, we plotted, planned, and executed strategic moves to get rid of the OO once and for all." The wood in the chair starts to creak and crack as the Lyastri lifts the chair just an inch from the ground before slamming it down again. The wounds in his arm and ribs start to seep blood. The elf takes a breath and continues on, "Tonight we fought to get the tower back and reclaimed what is ours.." Magik slowly blinks as he looks down to the floor, allowing a couple of tears to fall from his face. He looks back up while shaking his head once more, "..but we lost Odhranos.." He finally releases his grip on the chair and sits back down. He grabs his drink from the table, throws it back, then replaces the drink with the gauze. He presses it firmly to his ribs and winces while he patiently waits for his turn to get stitched up. Getting Meri patched up first was top priority.

Penelope :: Fingers fiddled against the thin needle with a furrowed gaze out of anticipation for an answer. Talk about meddling into business. Nel was the pinnacle of nosiness and someone who always wanted to know what was going on. The thread of the stitch line pulls through the last bit of flesh before weaving up and that is when Magik picks up the chair. The needle is held high in that anxious moment. A tear trickles from the Lyastri and there is a snip of thread when the slam is given. Penelope has seen plenty of patients in their rocky moments: anger, grief, panic… The healer tries to keep her heart in control as Magik talks of the Mage’s Guild and losing someone. Someone named Odhranos. Her mind races, but she stays silent on the matter, for this was a time for lack of words in such a raw moment. Seeing men cry was not something she was used to. The healer guesses whoever Odhranos was… he was someone of great importance. Instead Penelope bows her head for a moment for Magik’s space--to give the man a moment to calm down--to feel his feelings. In the meantime, she pulls out a thick solution. Almost like a jelly before dabbing fingers into the concoction with flecks of yellow petals mixed within the salve, and she slathered it on Meri’s arm. An antibiotic. The woman then took out fresh gauze to patch the woman before her, aligning Meri’s body with medical wrap and tape. Once she was done, she would scoot her chair over to Magik, and look at his eye level. A hand would reach out with her own gauze before pressing against one of the points on his body that was oozing crimson. “You fought a great battle, it seems because you got your tower back. This Odhranos… was he willing to do whatever it took to fight this… fight?” The girl was easy with her tone before she would take the same precautions she did with Meri. Talk, but also work to slow the pressure of the wounds. Penelope had to see if there was anything else that was damaged on the man, or if it was just ripped, clean flesh like Meri’s.

Meri :: Any humor that Meri was retaining while Penelope attempted to fix her and Magik was quickly lost as she watched the male. The tears that stained Magik’s face and the way that he slammed that chair into the ground, it was enough to cause both Meri’s heart and gut to twist. This was not a state she liked seeing Magik in. The blonde was not a woman who was usually good and providing comfort in these situations, but her mind was spinning over what she could and should do. Not much at this exact moment, Penelope was busy playing doctor to her...and then the healer’s sights would rightfully be set on fixing up Magik. Even the simple act of a hug seemed out of place at this exact moment. So Meri would frown and stew until Penelope was done patching her up. As soon as she was done with Meri, the blonde would rise from her chair and murmur a quiet, “I will be right back.” She wasn’t gone long, disappearing up the stairs into the bedroom that she shares with Magik so that she could remove her blood stained outfit and slip into her normal sleeping attire of shorts and a loose-fitting shirt. When she did reappear from the bedroom, she didn’t crowd Nel and Magik. She instead finds her way to that table that Magik placed the whiskey on and has a seat, adding a tray of something herbal into the mix. Maybe Meri had found Magik’s stash at some point during her time here, maybe Meri had her own. Did it really matter where those herbs came from? While Nel played doctor to Magik physically, Meri was preparing to help him deal with his emotions...the only way she understood how to. The blonde was going to roll up a little something so that once Magik was bandaged up, they could curl up in bed and indulge in a bit of drink and a bit of smoke until, mixed in with some wholesome cuddling, until sleep claimed the both of them. Look, no one said Meri had the healthiest coping mechanisms but Magik probably already has some awareness of that. Meri was trying though! In her own way….

Magik picked out a few diamond shards just before Penelope started working on fixing him up, flicking them off to the side. He'll clean up later. He thanks Nel quietly once more and takes a deep breath before answering her question, "Odh practically sacrificed himself..again..for us to seek victory." He painfully chuckles and shakes his head, "I should have known he had a death wish the first time he put himself in a situation like that." As he continues on, he focuses on Meri as she leaves the room to only come back a short moment later. He'll be forever grateful that she came out to help but he's still a little pissed that she didn't listen to his warning. Her actions did speak volumes though. He may have just fallen a little more in love with her when she brought out some, uh, healing herbs. Whenever Nel would get done with his arm, he would position himself so she could take care of the same shrapnel injury to his rib cage. To keep himself distracted he starts rambling about everything that unfolded. The main fight that have him the injuries. Lanlan and Magik vs Cynica, an awful and colorful elf of the Order whose life was spared once defeated. Magik then kept going about how Cynica was going to get the mediation center back to Magik's liking or his life would be sacrificed. The elf then quickly gives out praise to the rest of the SoS involved in the final fight to bring down the Ossian Order. By the time Nel has finished he was even speaking about how he really hopes this was the end of the OO. The poor elf just wants to go back to teaching and mentoring students and even some fellow teachers at the Guild.

Penelope pulls out her own pair of tweezers to help pluck out the shards while holding a small bowl. Diamonds. Once plucked, the bowl is placed on a nearby table. Maybe they can use them for something... Probably an idiotic thought, but some patients were weird in the past about keeping memorabilia. Nel has that same grace on her expression as Magik speaks, although it is a very grim situation. Death. However, she had learned over time that people would sacrifice themselves if it was something of importance. Especially for others. “Some people are just determined. They’ll do anything for the outcome they want. Seems like he had the rest of you in mind before himself. Maybe it was… a good thing. In a sense. I assume there are others since you talk of a guild.” Eventually the bleeding slows, and Nel takes the same precautions by cleaning up the wound. She adds some sort of numbing ointment around his skin, and she disinfects the sutures before she uses them on Magik and then begins the weaving process. All along listening to Magik’s storytelling of the fight that had happened. Nel had always been interested in stories, although a nonfiction tale that spews from the Lyastri. She nods, she smiles, frowns, all of the social cues. She finally clips the last piece of line, places the same antibiotic on Magik’s skin, and wraps him up. “I hope this is the end of the Ossian Order. And I’m glad Meri hollered. I’d drop just about anything to make sure you two are okay.” The woman then stands and looks to Meri who is prepared with… herbs and whiskey. “Hm…” She pokes her lips out in a disapproving manner, but she holds her tongue. It was an act of love and kindness. Meri’s actions as a whole seemed to be out of care and protection. Love. Although strange to the Ardelian, she understands. There were different types of dynamic in… love. “If you have any problems and you start to see or feel infection, tell me immediately. Make sure to keep cleaning it and I’ll leave this antibiotic here to redress the wounds you have.” Green eyes bounce to each face. “Easy on the… liquor.” Pause. She then gazes over Magik. “Even if there is disapproval... maybe on both of our ends, Mer really cares about you. Especially to put herself in a position like that. Like I said before… some people are just... determined.” Nel glances at Meri with an easy, knowing smile before turning on her heel. If the two did not have much else to say, she would let them rest for the evening.

Meri did not interject as Magik explained the situation to Penelope, while Meri had some details of the Ossian Order prior to the elder Lyastri leaving for the fight there was much that Magik was saying that was fresh information. His fight with that colorful elf for example and the fact that Cynica’s life was spared. By the time that Penelope has clipped the last piece line used to stitch Magik’s injuries shut, Meri has finished her handiwork with the herbs. And by the time Penelope is done wrapping Magik up with some bandaging, Meri is moving to stand behind the location where the tall elf sits, whiskey in one hand and smoke in the other. The blonde does not miss the healer’s disapproving gaze but all Meri can do is shrug in response. Everyone had different ways of coping. A light smirk flashes across Meri’s lips for a moment but it is gone as the lycan expresses her appreciation for Penelope’s time. “I don’t think we can thank you enough, Nel. We would both still be in a world of hurt without your help. Truly.” The blonde would have to send Nel some sort of thank you soon, she’d figure out what manner of thank you to send Nel over the next couple of days. What Meri says next is more light-hearted in nature but her words were not meant to detain Penelope. Meri is just expressing her agreement with the tail end of Nel’s sentiments. Meri might be speaking to Magik but she did not mind if Penelope was still in the room and overhearing, “She’s right though, only because I love you. Besides, I did try and warn you that I was nothing but trouble.” One night in a bar in Vailkrin with Rumiko as a witness. “And you smiled all devilishly at me anyway.” An arm is carefully and lightly draped over Magik’s shoulder just long enough to offer him that rolled herb, letting him do the honors, while she simultaneously presses a chaste kiss to the elf’s cheek. “Let’s go crawl into bed and get some rest.”

Magik :: Although in pain at the moment, he did his best to hide it from here on out. His focus shifts between Penelope, the work being done, and Meri. There was a slight sense of closure as he spoke of the night's events as Nel fixed him up. It was very fitting. The elf closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath in and slowly exhales. There was an agreeing nod as Nel gave both of them some final directions. As Meri thanked the SoS doctor, Magik smiled in agreement to her words. The reply to Meri's words were in the form of a wink as he looked up as she stood behind him. The time for being all lovey dovey would be after Nel heads out. The Lyastri would take the offered herb but tuck it behind his ear. He wouldn't light it until Penelope makes her exit. Before heading up to the master bedroom, Magik refills Meri's glass as well as his own to help numb the pain. The herbs would do their part in calming Magik's thoughts. Tonight was definitely a night of rest and healing.

Penelope found herself at the door, but she paused. “Truly, I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I’m just glad you two are okay. It’s kinda my job.. Plus, we are friends, right?” She smirked at the two before letting Meri interject on Penelope’s observation. Meri did care about Magik. Love, even. Penelope knew what people would do for love and sometimes, well, it was messy. Very messy. The girl watches only briefly as Meri snakes her arm around Magik. It was time to leave for good. “Take care.” Beat. “And I mean it,” it had a slight jest to it, only because of Nel's disapproval of smoking and liquor. She grins, and then, the doorknob turns and she is gone.