RP: A Witchy Surgeon and Surprising Help
Fortress Sickbay
Doctor Julius serves as the fortress doctor and head of a staff of many healers. Numerous white linen beds line the walls on either side of the clinic with bedside tables holding water basins. Medicines, herbs, and potions are stored in cabinets along the back wall. Two doors flank the cabinets. One is labeled 'Supplies' and the other ‘Surgery’."
Artia had just gotten back out of surgery when the doctor of the establishment no longer Inked as she had retired. Only to be one of those accused of witchcraft who did not survive the camp. A picture and a candle was placed on the small table Ikked has set up to keep things organised. “Artia, did you happen to bring the pain relief medicine?” Artia lifting a brow at the Doctor, doctor julius to be exact, “Uh yeah of course, you were late today when I came to drop off the items I had made to restock your shelves. Who ever you had making the medicines, never have them do it again they added to much water which dilutes the medicine to where hi have to use twice as much.” He nods, respecting the once Larkets apothecary. “We have some witches that showed, but I sent then away. I don't want to be hung for fixing witches.” Artia brow lifts at his words, “They are still citizens and you took a vow to not turn down any patients remember that. I believe you have enough medicines now.” With that Artia moved around him, “Artia, I still need your help with these patients we are understaffed.” Artia looked to him, and a smile came across. “I know, I am moving up front to see who needs help and start working up a chart.”
Celaeno may have been covertly aiding in her own way with supplies since hearing about Larket's particular attitudes of magical practioners and recent conflict. She walked with her robe hood pulled low enough to hide her face and her peculiar appendages tucked safely away under her sleeves and out of sight. A small package was tucked in the crook of her elbow, smelling of ink and linen for those with the noses for detecting that sort of thing. The people she'd interacted with, even briefly, had earned her sympathy despite their unpleasantly familiar attitudes toward fellow practitioners. She had crept inside, discreet so far despite that she didn't technically belong in the fortress. Despite not being a healer herself, she had tools she had thought up for those of that profession that could possibly be of use. Her ears perked under her hood as she overheard the last bit of the conversation, and the familiar voice involved. Once she came to the front of the clinic, she paused in front of Artia, speaking in an undertone. "M'lady, is the clinic in immediate need of anything?" she said, deepening her voice a bit, in a pathetic attempt at disguising it. She had the ability to be stealthy when she wanted, but the scholar didn't have the makings of a spy in the slightest.
Artia did exactly as she said as the doctor moved on to his next patient, rolling them off into surgery once he gave them one of the sleeping medicines to have them under while they operated to pull out an arrow sent through a person's chest too close to the heart. As they were out of sight a few healers she worked with back when Larkets apothecary came up to her, asking her questions about different patients they had in their white linen beds. A smile still on her face, “We can't get a fever to break on one of the Larket guards, and seems to be having chills.” Artia took the chart, scanning over the rest of the symptoms. “Have you took a sample of the blood and sent it off to the specialist?” Wondering if anything been sent off to the labs, the healer shook her head. “Draw some blood and send it off, look for trace amounts of internal bleeding. If nothing shows up, come find me or the doctor.” Looking up to the hooded figure that shows up, “Well, we never turn down an extra pair of hands if that is what you are asking. Or you asking about supplies? I could use another supply runner that knows how to make the medicines I like to make. But everyone has different methods my dear.” Tilting her head, at the figure the heartbeat sounded familiar she was getting good at remembering beats from those she liked. Alas she would ask no name, as if they were wearing a hood, they didn't want anyone knowing who they were. “in my opinion we need a more variety of medical tools, but I am not the doctor here I just offer to help everyone after that nasty massacre on people innocent of being who they are.”
Celaeno glanced up enough for Artia to catch a glimpse of her face, the angular cheekbones that hinted at elf heritage and her mother's tawny complexion, as well as the dark hair she kept smoothed away from her face. Saving one's life from the get go did make a good first impression and instill a great deal of trust. "I am not very good at medicines, but I can follow a recipe well enough. And supplies are something I can come by as long as I have the right specifications and functions on hand." She hands over the bundle, keeping her excessively long sleeves over her hands, though they clicked underneath as she moved them. "I made these. They're reusable bandages, if sanitized correctly, that act like stitches to seal skin on contact. The ink that causes the effect won't wash off or smear, I made sure of it."
Artia saw who she was talking too, and smiled widely to the girl who her and Thamalys had ran into...when? Days blurt together lately, but seeing who it was, was assuring. She seemed skilled in making bandages, with a cross of the vampire arms underneath the chest. “How do you sanitize these than? Any medical station would enjoy having reusable bandages, i use to make some that would melt away over time. But being as I haven't been here until recently they been using the regular wraps and clothes to toss them out which runs them out fast. How big can you make these? Can they be use in place of stitches? Any other use of these than just band aids?” Artia eyes searched her form before gently taking the basket from her to look inside, taking our one to examine it. Placing it back inside.
Celaeno opens the burlap covering the bandages to reveal the simple linen wraps, a variety of black runes neatly inked on their surface. Anyone familiar with magic might sense the subtle energy emanating from them. "Washing them like clothes with soap should be enough. Though I am not a surgeon or a healer by any means, so check the proper way of washing medical supplies. Perhaps soaking them in alcohol as well? I have heard that has cleaning properties for wounds..." She shakes her head as she begins to ramble. "I have made them in different lengths, meant to be wrapped around the wounded area, though merely pressing them down on the whole of the wound for a minute or so should suffice. I made them to speed the rate of the skin sealing itself, so with that purpose in mind, you could use them any number of ways. The effect is relatively as versatile as the person's imagination." She bites her lip as she looks out over the sickbay, searching for any shiny tools of the trade to mentally store away for later. "I can also make knives or saws that...cauterize amputated limbs as they cut. More pain in the moment, but it heals cleaner after the fact. Whatever things you need, I'm sure I can make. I am not a smith, but I am steady at engraving and writing enchantments on materials that I already have."
Artia listens closely, 'Ah, another person who can enchant things, but enchanted things differently'. She thought inside her mind, her warm smile never fading. Artia obviously familiar with magic, with being a witch herself done fighting her roots has come to terms of it once more. Narrowing cyan eyes with gold freckles within as she studied the black runes neatly marked on each band aid. This was the ink she claim wouldn't fade or wash off onto a patient wound. That would be bad, and probably cause more damage than needed. "There is certain steps in washing medical equipment, and supplies of course. Some soaps mess with people of delicate skin, but you are close to the idea of having to wash." Nodding her head, "Different lengths is a wonderful thing, maybe you can make me a few extra for me to keep for my personal use. I make house calls and I been working to heal those damaged still." Very good instructions, how to apply was given, causing another tilt of her head. She might have just found a person to make her supplies needed instead of buying instruments or supplies to soak in medicines. Mahe she could take this girl under her wing and teach her how to be an apothecary. Artia was becoming more and more of a doctor as well a surgeon each day as she continued her practice of healing. "To speed the healing you say? I usually use potions for that, this would cut down on my time to make other potions and medicines needed for me to make. I thank you very much for these." Celaeno bites her lip? Something else they have in common! This might be a beautiful start to a friendship, even more a business partner. "We need a lot more scalpels, saws, medical knives and the like. I need some of my personal as well, think you could do that? I usually use acid to melt appendages off, but if you have a way for it to be quicker with tools I would love to have some."
Celaeno was starting to feel a mutual reassurance they could get along swimmingly as the herbalist talked over everything bit by bit in a refreshingly clinical manner. At the mention of acid, she shuddered as her vivid imagination cooked up what her own experience would have been like with that treatment. She rubs her wrists under her sleeves but her composure comes back, the fidget no more than a flicker under her robes. "I made it so it stimulated the tissue. A tricky combination, but as efficient as I could make it. I've studied anatomy before, dealt with quite a few dissections under my old mentor, so I have a basic understanding of how bodies work. I can make up a couple batches and bring them in a few days." She pursed her lips as she glanced around, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I will have to do some research to get re familiarized with formal surgical tools. I've been around a more field medicine in recent years, so I've fallen out of touch with advanced practices and equipment."
Artia nods, holding the basket with both hands. "Thank you, I will need to meet with you again. But for now I must return to help, thank you again." Before she moved away she gave another dazzling smile of silent thanks.