RP:Downgraded to a Vet

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Venturian Clinic

Gregory is here.


Emelyan found it hard to get help for Sam sometimes. He had medicinal needs, that weren't met on the streets. Living at the farm with Emilia, even if for a short time, had gotten him better fed, but he still had many parasitic issues, that Emelyan wasn't sure how to deal with. He'd collected what coin he could, and come to the clinic, hoping for an educated veterinarian to assist him. Something for fleas, something for bowel and heart worms. Sam was getting bloated, and had the runs, something that always scared Emelyan, and put him on edge. His dog was his companion... his only one, and he loved him dearly. He'd speak in a low tone with anyone who had a moment to spare, though no one seemed to know how to help him. He might be asking the wrong people, or he might need to search elsewhere. The boy was in ragged clothing, but he was clean now, and didn't stink, dusky of skin and possessing those remarkable orange eyes, under a small crop of darkly brown hair. His tension showed in ever movement of his body, as though he were prepared at any time to fight for his life.

Sabrina pushed open through the entrance triggering the small bell that hung above, a large shadow is lost as she closes the door behind her. She removes her cloak, draping it over the small four pronged rack just there. She waves in Gregory's general direction in what looked like habit more than anything since no eye contact was made. She wore elbow length gloves, a basic black short sleeve T, and boot cut leather pants that covered the majority of militaristic boots. She picks up a clipboard and sets it on the counter, bent over to read its findings, while reaching back to contain thigh length tresses in an elegant braid at her back as she skimmed the handwritten pages. She turns, questioning the last entry. “ You took in a dog..?” She looks up to find Emelyan and a sad looking creature beside him. Her question answered she approaches the pair, the obvious question falling like foreign song. “What seems to be the problem.” As if it wasn't clearly stated in the notes. Emelyan found his hand reaching for Sam's head instinctively, the dog licking his fingers and pressing his head to that hand. "Sam found me." That was in part true. He'd been estranged from his mother, however it had happened, and had come mewling to the boy in an alley. Emelyan had struggled to feed the dog when he couldn't feed himself, and the two had become inseparable since. Either would die for one another. "Bowel, and possibly heart worms. Fleas. I just need some medicines. I have the coin for it." Emelyan looked her over, but kept his eyes politely focused on hers, his tone equally polite and neutral. For a fourteen year old boy, he had excellent diction and poise, and now that he was cleaned up, he looked almost noble even in rags.

Sabrina didn't mind working on a hound, as a druid she found respect for all life and she had taken apart her fair share of canines to know the general mechanics and ailments these creatures harbored. She kneels down, the growl of Sam doing nothing to stay her hand as gloved fingers boldly but gently pry open his maw to study pale gums and dry tongue. She works in silence as nimble fingers prod and examine every gland in his body from throat to tail. All the while she listened to his owners complaints and deductions with what seemed to be little regard. “Heart worms, yes... likely the cause of the bowl problems. What are you feeding him?” She walks over to the physicians table and comes back with a large scalpel. The quickest way was often the least comfortable but the potions and pills took time. This dog was in bad shape and she did not know if there was enough time to 'wait and see.' She removed her gloves and crouches down by the hound once more. “I do not take payment for services. Would you hold him down please?” She meant to cut him open right there on the floor, but something in her certain tone said it would all be okay.

Emelyan would give a command when Sam growled, and he'd stand still, but whine for her attentions. He found himself baffled by this woman, unsure what she was doing. "He's been eating..." He didn't even finish the sentence though, because as soon as she took out the scalpel, he was between her and Sam. There was something in his tone and posture that suggested that she might as well have just drawn a sword against Sam. The doberman whined low, tail and ears tucked, as he watched Emelyan. "What are you doing?" She had a knife in hand, and was asking him to hold Sam down? "I only came for medicines. If you can't help me, I'll go elsewhere."

Sabrina was often met with these reactions and simply shrugs it off. Prolonged suffering was not her best diagnoses but she could see he simply did not understand what she was or how she worked. Gregory finally makes it around to the hound, leaving a coughing gentleman in the corner at the sudden rise at this end of the clinic. She returns the scalpel to the table and moves to the herb cabinet to begin a concoction. She didn't mind the attitude of the young human, she expected that much from the species in general. She actually found it humorous he found her incapable of performing a minor procedure such as this. Gregory takes his time to talk to the lad while Sabrina prepares the remedy. When she finally returns with three containers she hands them over with verbal instruction for each. The first is a white powder, its smelled and looked medicinal “Every eight hours, ten days.... to flush the parasites. They will die, the body will absorb. Anyways.” She was talking fast and her Common was not that good. The second container was green and leafy and covered in a gray dust. “ Shake well, sprinkle a little in his food... reptilian proteins for the next ten days, no mammals.” The third container was empty. “Fill this one with water and make sure he drinks at least a dozen every day. Also, ten days.” After handing over the long version of the remedy she adds “And a bath, inspect thoroughly for fleas and remove them. You can purchase a cod liver oil from the fishery or I believe there is some in Rynvale and Chartsend.” She reaches in her pocket to pay Gregory for his stocks and moves on to the gentleman in the corner without so much as well wishes. She was used to people not liking her, probably had something to do with her bedside manner.

Emelyan would watch her, relaxing visibly when she'd put down the scalpel. She'd never even told him what she intended to do, just taken out a blade and told him to hold down his dog. Only an insane or stupid person would have complied, putting a loved one in a possibly deranged strangers hands, so. He'd take the medicines, which she paid for out of pocket, blinking. Sam rubbed up against his leg. He wasn't sure what to make of the strange female, but she'd already moved off and apparently wished nothing more to with him, so he said his thanks, and left, Sam close behind, wondering what exactly had just happened.

Gregory sensed her offense when the male declined her gift. “Take no heed, miss. Some people just can't put faith into the art.” She stood from the coughing man, bare hand sliding down his shirt as she looks to the Paladin with darkened emerald eyes. “Conventional healing... it is a wonder they (Humans) have survived this long.” The paladin took no offense, he simply waved her concerns with a single hand. “Maybe next time you tell them about your touch. Non magic folk, they don't see things.” Her eyes downcast “Its not something I like to advertise. Most are kind enough not to draw attention.” her hand comes from the man's shirt and he takes in a full breath of air. She steps away from him, eyes fading from Emerald to frosted mint. She stumbles, Gregory is quick to cross the room to catch her. “Maybe take a break from this for awhile, you aren't giving yourself enough time in between.” She forces him away by the cloth of his shirt, panicking to replace the gloves before anyone else touched her. “I...I just need some time.” She takes no moment to recover her energy as she briskly makes her way to the door, shadowed figure waiting to carry her to the killing fields.