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Post by Zoltan on Nov 4, 2006 15:50:52 GMT
"Zoltan," said Richard, quietly, to avoid having to cough. "Shhht," Zoltan warned him, "young master, you are hurt, and badly. Save your speach for better times, when it would do you more good." "Painkiller please." "I am afraid you need more than a tablet or two, you need surgery. Light surgery, but surgery nonetheless." Richard was desperate, if he couldn't talk to Annabelle soon, to set things straight, he would just roll up in a ball and wait for death. "She's coming, Richard. Marric's gone to fetch her." "I made a mistake with her. I hid the wound, she was right to be angry." Zoltan gave the magicker who now looked twice his age a painkiller and smiled. "Talk it out. She'll be here soon."
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Post by Annabelle Atria on Nov 4, 2006 16:32:09 GMT
Annabelle entered the store with Marric at her side. Her ice blue eyes observed the store until they were caught on the sight of Richard and Zoltan. She walk a few steps closer. " How bad is the wound." Annabelle said softly. Annabelle instantly showed her care, and concern by getting straight the the point. She was to worried about Richard to need to give him the cold shoulder, there would be time for that later.
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Post by Zoltan on Nov 4, 2006 16:40:36 GMT
"It might infect soon, if I do not step in and close it. It's too close to his spine to ignore it, his whole nerve system might break down, leaving him partially paralyzed for the rest of his life." Zoltan came straight to the point. "Jezus.." Marric whipsered from the corner, where he'd sat down on a stool, filling his pipe with tobacco, his dog at his feet. "He wouldn't let me give him the milk of the poppy to let him sleep, not befre he'd seen y..." "Annabelle!" Richard yelled suddenly, "I..." He stopped.
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Post by Annabelle Atria on Nov 4, 2006 16:48:36 GMT
Annabelle was shocked by the news. Her heart sank. She would never want to see Richard in pain, even if she was a bit angered at him. Annabelle walked over to Richard. " You need to undergo the operation.....I don't want to see you hurt." Annabelle said softly grabbing his hand. " I promise, when you awake I will be right there next to you." Annabelle said as she glanced into his eyes.
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Post by Zoltan on Nov 4, 2006 19:05:57 GMT
"Yes ma'm," Richard sighed with a delirious smile on his face. His brow was sweaty and his skin pale. Zoltan's hands appeared from under the blanket that was gently put over the tired and wounded Richard Oathkeeper. The hands were red with blood. "It's opened up again," Zoltan announced with a thick voice, careful as not to cause Annabelle to panic. "Zachary! I need my effects at the operating table!" the old man shouted. "The operating table being the counter," he added, realizing he had no such thing as an operating table. "Marric help me move him over after I've given him the poppy seeds, the milk won't work fast enough." Holding the seeds, the old man wanted to take some himself. His hands trembled and his brain tried to convince him he'd taken them for himself. His heart won over, crying out that Richard needed them far more. And the man needed a sober doctor as well. Soon Richard was out and Marric came to gently roll him onto his belly, so the back was exposed. The shepherd also used his knife to tear away the clothing. The adventurer's outfit Freya had created for him and Blanca to set off into the forest. The green was now mainly brown with old blood and new. "Zachary!" Zoltan yelled again, taking Annabelle's hand in his, patting it gently, trying to make clear he could help Richard.
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Post by Annabelle Atria on Nov 5, 2006 12:03:51 GMT
Annabelle watched as Zoltan took charge. She knew Richard would be in good care now. Still, her heart was racing. Is Richard going to be okay? What happens if Zoltan can't help the wound? All these thoughts, and many more raced through Annabelle's mind. Yet, she seemed to calm down when Zoltan took her hand. She smiled back at him. Annabelle needed to be strong.....for Richard.
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Zachary
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Post by Zachary on Nov 5, 2006 22:08:01 GMT
Zachary rushed in from his vials at the other end of the room, "Aye sir! Er... what operating table?" He noticed them all going towards the counter. There was blood all over. Because of the ugency in his master's voice, he did not question anything. Zachary swiped all the scraps of material and things off of the counter, "Where are your tools?"
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Post by Zoltan on Nov 6, 2006 16:34:48 GMT
"I don't know, Zachary," Zoltan yelled, "check upstairs!" Meanwhile, the old man let go of Anna and started feeling the wound. The gap was open and might even be infected. This was a dangerous place to start cutting away bad meat, too close to the spinal column and its nerve system. He would have to close it shut and treat it with medicine. That was not a comforting thought... chances of full healing were slim.
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Post by Zachary on Nov 6, 2006 21:26:36 GMT
Zachary took the stairs two at a time. He entered one of the studies and rummaged through a desk. Finally he found some objects that looked like surgical tools. He could not be sure, but there were various scissors and tweezers and a scalple or two. They would have to do. As he was running out, he noticed some anesthesic potions on a table. Thinking quickly, he grabbed them, hoping the anesthesics would be of some help. He nearly jumped down the stairs, "Zoltan, I've got them. And I brought some things to put the man to sleep if need be." He handed the instruments to Zoltan and put the bottles down on a shelf.
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Post by Zoltan on Nov 11, 2006 9:22:45 GMT
"Good thinking, Zach," Zoltan said calmly, as he took the tools from his assistent. "But he's already out." Zoltan rolled a cloth out and put th scalpels and other instruments, some of which he designed himself, so they could easily be accessed. Then the old man turned around and smiled. "If you would please exit the room, I'll be much more better off alone with Richard." He tried to keep Anna's attention away from Richard and more importantly the frightening tools that were beside him.
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Post by Annabelle Atria on Nov 11, 2006 12:06:51 GMT
Annabelle rose to her feet, and left the room. ' Please be okay. Please be okay.' Annabelle thought to herself as she sat in the other room. She was afraid Richard wouldn't wake up again. But, she knew Zoltan would do everything in his power to help Richard.
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Post by Zoltan on Nov 19, 2006 16:36:32 GMT
Anna left the room swiftly, where Marric lingered just a little longer. He had a demanding look when he left, but Zoltan was not one to answer to it. Richard's condition needed no affirmation. The old man and his assistent would need time with this man, and lots of it if he where ever to walk again. The apothecary closed the door shut after Marric, and took his first tool to hand. "Zach, put the kettle on." (out, we will move forward in time. I'll post the next thread when everyone 'outed' )
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Post by Annabelle Atria on Nov 24, 2006 12:08:57 GMT
Annabelle sat in a waiting room. Her heart was pounding. She waited for the operation to finish because that was all she could do, wait.... ( OUT )
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Zachary
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Post by Zachary on Nov 30, 2006 1:31:42 GMT
Zachary looked at the man lying on the table, and felt sick. He would need major help, but with Zoltan and himself working on it, the man would make it. Zachary knew it within his heart.
(out SORRY I haven't been on for so long, science projects suck and it's holiday season, and since I'm in band, it's a busy time)
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