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Rolling Enchantments, Mishaps, and Injuries...
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Feb 3, 2019 3:36:39 GMT -6
Post by sylvia on Feb 3, 2019 3:36:39 GMT -6
"Ow..." Sylvia gingerly returned to a sitting position, her head ringing in pain from the powerful blow she'd been dealt. She watched in dismay as the rogue wagon wheel bounced and rolled away, her eyes still blurred by the physical trauma caused by the blow to her head. It was too late now to regret her decision to try enchanting the antique wagon she'd found on campus. It seemed like her ability to enchant things was limited to only singular objects. And though the wheel had been attached to the wagon she'd tried to enchant, it was technically a separate entity from the wagon itself...
Sylvia really hoped she wouldn't get in trouble for this... To think the wheel would gain sentience just because she tried to permanently enchant it with the ability to move under its own power... Now the school campus had a boisterous and all-too-happy to be free wheel running loose... She felt something crawling down the skin next to her right eye and brought a hand up to brush it away. "Blood?" The Elfein girl stared at her hand in horror. The wheel must have hit her so hard that it'd drawn blood!
Wobbly at first, Sylvia gradually pushed herself up to a standing position, using what remained of the wagon to steady herself. It was obvious she needed medical attention but... She didn't want to go for fear the nurse might discern her true Species. She'd been playing herself off as an Elf for the past three years despite originally telling herself she wouldn't hide. When she blinked several times and still couldn't see clearly Sylvia decided it would be best to see the nurse after all...
Reaching the nurse's office, Sylvia was thankful she hadn't encountered any other students or school faculty members along the way. The last thing she wanted to do right now was have people fretting over her and wondering how exactly she'd been injured. Opening the door to the school's infirmary, Sylvia stumbled in before catching her weight on the door. "S-sorry to intrude..." She uttered quietly, looking around to see if the nurse was in.
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Feb 3, 2019 3:54:04 GMT -6
Post by Beatrice Ramhorn on Feb 3, 2019 3:54:04 GMT -6
Beatrice sorts through several papers. Most of them coming from an odd attack concerning a wheel. As another paper teleports in and lands on her desk, the school nurse sighed thinking how this all transpired. Well at least she knows someone is going to deal with it eventually, her job is to tend to those that happened to be injured by said crazed wheel. And it sounds like her first patient is here. Sighing and stretching, she turns to face a mess of what seems like an Elf. Pointed ears are too clear but something about her height throws her off. Either way her species is no matter, right now is a poor girl bleeding from the head.
"Don't worry dear I'm here," Beatrice catches her gently, bringing her quickly to a bed and sitting her upright, keeping her steady as she quickly cleaned the wound. It was a trauma to the head. She had to check quickly with the girl as she got bandages out and applied them with a swift motion, her experience in the field showing before widening Sylvia's eyes, a glow from the Cernun's hair acting like a flashlight. Beatrice laid Sylvia gently on the bed, lifting the elf's head and sliding the pillow underneath. "Okay... just close your eyes, and stay still, do not move."
As Beatrice instructed the possibly already unconscious girl, she grabs medicinal herbs and pounds them into a small paste. Elven kind tend to react nicely with natural healing than modern medicine. Roots and leaves still had their merits in a world so advanced. Lifting the bloody bandage slightly, she applies the paste and wraps a new set of bandages over the girl's head. Now it's just waiting for the magic to happen.
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Feb 3, 2019 4:18:47 GMT -6
Post by sylvia on Feb 3, 2019 4:18:47 GMT -6
Sylvia thanked the nurse and allowed herself to lean on her. Being guided to the bed, she didn't question anything and let the nurse handle her care. Anything to make the visit go faster so she could safely return to her dorm room. She watched the nurse prep some tools for treatment and then the nurse had Sylvia's eyes opened wide. Time to react was nonexistent as the strange light from the nurse's hair shown in her eyes. Visually the nurse would notice the girl's pupils contract to extremes in an effort to eliminate as much light exposure as possible while the girl herself did her best not to flinch even as her vision went white.
She toughed out her ocular reaction patiently waiting for her vision to clear back up while the nurse guided her to lay on the bed. She was much obliged to close her eyes and did so without a verbal response. With so much sudden exposure she was afraid she might develop a slight headache from it... Though it was most likely just the pain from the trauma that she felt. She wasn't sure what the nurse was doing since she'd closed her eyes to the light but she could hear. Grinding and pounding? A natural medicine? Oh... right... The nurse probably thought she was an Elf. Strange that natural remedies seemed to work a lot better for that species. "Thank you..." Sylvia spoke softly when the bandages were applied, offering nothing to the contrary in regards to the medicinal use. Unfortunately natural remedies worked about as efficiently on Elfein as they did on Humans... But she couldn't bring herself to say such a thing...
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Feb 3, 2019 5:35:00 GMT -6
Post by Beatrice Ramhorn on Feb 3, 2019 5:35:00 GMT -6
Beatrice checked the time, how odd. The girl should be relatively getting up, sore, but okay. The nurse leans over and checks the bleeding. It has stop but the paste is still visible. Beatrice was right to be suspicious. Grabbing something from the cupboard, she checks the eye dilation again with her glowing hair, too extreme. Beatrice decides to make a brief phone call, holding a bottle of pink powder that sparkles slightly. A few nods, mummers about something regarding the girl, before Beatrice approaches her.
"Hm... wrong treatment. Still works but not as quickly. However..." Beatrice lifts the bandage and sprinkles a pinch of the pink powder into the applied paste. Not visible to Sylvia but the paste turns from green to a pretty pink. "You look so much like an Elf, not that I blame you. At least folks like you react better to this. Fae Dust, a natural healing powder fond in the happier of the Fairy folk, maybe not be Goblins but still works. Some food will help fix you up as well... Gimme a bit I'll get you something to eat."
Beatrice smiled as she moved away from the patient, washing her hands in the sink, whistling a small tune as she got ready to make a simple meal. Luckily Beatrice got some apples and other greens for snacking.
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Feb 3, 2019 13:47:26 GMT -6
Post by sylvia on Feb 3, 2019 13:47:26 GMT -6
Sylvia became aware that something was up when the nurse came over and flashed her strange hair in the girl's eyes once more, again blinding her to a temporary void of white. Sylvia's heart skipped a beat. Had the nurse figured her out? Nonono that was impossible, all she'd done was check her eyes and apply some healing ointment. There was no way that alone would be enough to figure out she wasn't an Elf right? Sylvia's hearing picked up the nurse making a phone call... something about her? The girl attempted to push herself up onto her elbows but fell back on the pillow with a muffled cry when a sharp wave of pain rushed from the injury on her head.
The bandage was lifted and replaced after something else was applied? Sylvia couldn't tell what it was, especially since her eyes now had to recover again from the second light exposure... "B-but I-i am an elf... though..." Sylvia stuttered, attempting to reason with the nurse but her confidence in the lie she'd upheld for three whole years faded quickly in light of the nurse's assured tone. Goblins... Did she just get compared to goblins? She couldn't be sure with her head swimming with confusion and mixed emotions. And memories. Ugh at a time like this the memories...
Sylvia beheld a man standing over her with a club, clearly having used it on her once already. His face, grotesquely twisted in outrage and seething with malice as he brought the club down on her again, cursing her and calling her "goblin! Orc! Monster!" ...
She cringed at the memory, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Sylvia felt Fear, Sadness, Betrayal... It was obviously an event that'd never happened to her personally but... It still remained a frighteningly vivid memory originally belonging to one of her great ancestors. She silently cursed her biology. That she couldn't snuff out the emotions from that time was a bane on her attempts to bury the past from a time when the world had been far more cruel towards the things they simply couldn't, or wouldn't understand. Gulping, Sylvia did her best to stifle and bury both the memory and the foreign feelings assaulting her mind back into the recesses of her brain. It didn't involve her. It... shouldn't involve her. Not now, not anymore...
"Sorry... I shouldn't have bothered you with this... I'm okay now... Honest I am." Sylvia uttered, attempting again to pull herself from the bed. It would be bad if this got out to anybody. Sylvia wanted to make good memories not relive the re-surging horrors that were her heritage... Though she felt extremely wobbly after lying in the bed, Sylvia managed to somehow get to her feet. She took a step to head for the door but a sudden wave of dizziness washed over the Elfein girl and she lost her balance...
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Feb 7, 2019 2:15:03 GMT -6
Post by Beatrice Ramhorn on Feb 7, 2019 2:15:03 GMT -6
Beatrice finished a nice salad with a few cut fruits. When your hair can do cool things such as cut apples you would use it over a knife any day. Turning back, she could see the girl tearing up. Not even the best medicine could cure a person of their emotional problems. Quickly grabbing for a glass of water, she found herself turning around to the girl trying to leave her office.
"God damn it kid," Beatrice shot her hand out, as if reaching for Sylvia but she was no where close. Something did stop her however. Hair, locks of golden grab Sylvia before she could hit the floor. Now within arm's reach, Beatrice lifts the girl up effortlessly and brings her back to the bed. Beatrice's hair retracts from the girl, and puts the salad and glass of water on the bed side desk. "Geez... Don't just get up you." Beatrice holds up Sylvia's head with her hair, while spoon feeding her. "Eat up now, veggies do good. Even if my friend disagrees being well... carnivorous."
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Feb 7, 2019 22:35:40 GMT -6
Post by sylvia on Feb 7, 2019 22:35:40 GMT -6
Sylvia let out a small cry of surprise as the nurse's hair wrapped around her to halt Sylvia's fall. "Wha?" blinking at the strangeness in which the nurse had aided the situation, Sylvia gave a passing thought to whether or not the nurse's own hair was enchanted. No... enchanting living things was an extremely difficult task to accomplish, bordering near the impossible. But to think that hair could move on its own like this. She'd have doubted the possibility had she not just been witness to it herself.
"I-I'm Sorry..." Sylvia apologized, her dizziness subsiding now that she'd been replaced upon the bed. To think that a wagon wheel could have caused her so much trouble would have been preposterous if she hadn't been the one trying to enchant the thing... Thinking of wagon wheels, Sylvia knew she'd need to find the thing and try to figure out a way to disenchant it before it caused more harm to anyone else. Sylvia's thoughts were interrupted when the nurse's voice interjected with an offer of vegetables. Somehow Sylvia hadn't even noticed her own head being lifted... "W-what? I-I c-can feed m-myself...!" Sylvia protested stuttering profusely after accepting the first bite. Of all the things that could possibly have happened to her today, now she was to be fed like a child? Sylvia's face turned a bright shade of embarrassed red.
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Feb 8, 2019 4:56:48 GMT -6
Post by Beatrice Ramhorn on Feb 8, 2019 4:56:48 GMT -6
"Now that you are talking, well at least when I'm not stuffing your face with greens, I might as well ask," Beatrice took out a clipboard from the bedside desk and clicks a pen, her hair magically doing the feeding for her.
"Multiple bruises, covered in dirt and one or two splinters found, head luckily only had a single blow, looks like you just got rolled over," Beatrice said as she read for the clipboard. "Based of several other reports... Did you get hit by a wheel that moves on its own?"
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Feb 9, 2019 0:40:29 GMT -6
Post by sylvia on Feb 9, 2019 0:40:29 GMT -6
Was it a good thing or a bad thing that the nurse was now asking her questions about a mobile, moves-on-its-own, wheel? How much did the nurse actually know? She still wasn't sure if the nurse knew or had even figured out just what she was... This whole visit to the nurse's office was starting to seem like one major mistake to Sylvia. "I... Yes...Yes I did get hit..." She blushed sheepishly. She would have blushed even more had the nurse not already shed some light onto what would have easily been a ridiculous situation. There was no way she could openly admit to being the source of her own injuries. Oh how Sylvia secretly hoped no one else had gotten hurt because of her mistake...
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Feb 12, 2019 2:04:02 GMT -6
Post by Beatrice Ramhorn on Feb 12, 2019 2:04:02 GMT -6
"Unfortunate..." Beatrice wrote down something on the clipboard. "Numerous reports of a wheel moving on its own. So far most students who met the thing managed to avoid it, considering it made a really loud shriek whenever it attempted to attack anyone." Beatrice gets up and drops a piece of paper at the bed front, into a slot.
"You are exempted from class for a few weeks. You are not permitted to leave without someone attending to you... Basically you are gonna be hospitalized for a few weeks," Beatrice instructed as she grabs a cup of water. "Don't worry about class, extra studies will definitely be arranged."
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Feb 12, 2019 3:51:30 GMT -6
Post by sylvia on Feb 12, 2019 3:51:30 GMT -6
"That's a relief." Sylvia sighed. At least the thing hadn't hurt anyone else yet, though according to the nurse's report the wheel was apparently trying to hurt people... Sylvia relaxed on the bed and groaned. Of all the possible side effects her enchanting could have, of course it had to have been one where she unintentionally made the enchanted object sentient.
"Okay..." Sylvia replied to the nurse's statement of exemption. "W-wait! What!? But why...?" The girl started, attempting to sit herself up but falling back on the bed with a stifled cry of pain as the gravity of her injury struck again. "I don't understand... Why do I have to be out for so long? " She half whined, half whispered her complaint to the nurse. Several weeks though... Sure it was painful but, Sylvia was fairly certain her injuries weren't so grave as to warrant such an extended period for recovery. Though perhaps a bit more curious than the prescribed hospitalization time was the nurse's statement that followed. What exactly did she mean by extra studies?
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Feb 16, 2019 0:47:31 GMT -6
Post by Beatrice Ramhorn on Feb 16, 2019 0:47:31 GMT -6
"I didn't say a few weeks would equate a month," Beatrice sighed, seeing Sylvia's rather panicked reaction to the news of hospitalization. Patient curing is her thing, their recovery still would take time. From the symptoms that Beatrice had observe, she would have to stay for a while to ensure everything is alright. If Sylvia would make a speedy recovery, the better really. "And look at you, you could barely get up or even speak to me. You are either going to a hospital out there which is going to be expensive, or here where I am treating you for free cause the school is covering for you. So be a good girl and stay in bed. Recover first and you'll find yourself out of this place in no time okay?" Beatrice then answers Sylvia's next doubt with an explanation of what is to come.
"Right... As the school understands the presence of head trauma to be deterring to a student educational welfare," Beatrice said as a piece of paper came to her, seemingly with a script she pretty much as to read every time a student faces an injury. "During the duration of recovery, study material, tests and other educated matters will be withheld from the student. Upon recovery, the student will receive extra studies to help the student catch up with his or her class, tests will be done privately and other appropriate actions on a case by case basis." Beatrice looks at Sylvia. "You got all that dear? I hate repeating myself as much as you hate that head injury."
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Feb 16, 2019 20:03:08 GMT -6
Post by sylvia on Feb 16, 2019 20:03:08 GMT -6
"Oh... r-right..." Sylvia's voice calmed and she blushed. Hearing people out was always a better option right? She shouldn't jump to conclusions and besides, doctor's know best. Which brought Sylva to another grim conclusion. If the nurse knew that her prescribed treatment wasn't the right one then did that mean she knew Sylvia was lying about being an Elf? Sylvia's vision blurred, but not because of any kind of light this time. "s-sorry... I'm just... really not good at speaking with... people..." Sylvia muttered an apology. Her injuries honestly had nothing to do with her speech problem... It just happened to be an inherent flaw in her self esteem which made it difficult to hold a conversation. Even with the nurse this was particularly difficult and she more than convinced herself by now that this visit, the interpersonal contact, could have been avoided entirely if she'd just gone to her dorm room and rested for a bit... "O-okay..." Sylvia softly complied, relaxing as best she could into the bed...
Well that was good then, at least she wouldn't have to worry about falling behind. Sylvia thought to herself, listening to the nurse's explanation. "Y-yes... Thank you..." Sylvia answered. Recovery and then extra studies to keep herself from falling behind in her schooling. But... That still didn't solve the problem she'd already created. The one with the self sufficient wheel that seemed to want nothing more than to cause injury to every other student on campus. And she was the one responsible for it...! Sylvia curled up into a ball on the bed and screamed inside of her own head. She wasn't bold enough to let such a thing out loud or else she likely would have. But this did mean that the wheel problem wasn't solved. As far as she could tell... objects gaining sentience just was something unheard of... If anything it was the stuff of legends, not something modern day society got to see... "I'm... sorry..." Sylvia apologized.
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