[attr=class,whocan]"NO!" Klavdiya awoke with a start, tossing the covers off of herself and crouching on the highest point of the metal bed frame. Someone came up the stairs with a grocery bag in hand, they looked vaguely familiar. Then they began to speak: "Hey! You're here too? Hiya, K.V., you don't look so hot." said Nagiko as she plopped herself next to the edge of the bed frame. "Nagiko? M- My da-- I missed you!" The faerie's gown fluttered as she leapt to hug her friend. "You know, you know it's been, been weeks, since I'd last heard from you, right? I thought that, oh goddesses, the things I thought!" Klavdiya sobbed on Nagiko's (taller?) shoulder, only then beginning to notice the unfamiliar floor her tears were dripping onto below. The elf patted the faerie's head, saying, "I'm okayish, which is miles ahead of deceased, don't you worry. Did you come here yourself? I only just found out about this place. It's like a clinic, or something."
Klavdiya wiped her nose and sniffed through a sentence, "N- No, I think Arciea, um, she's an angel who visited me at the soup kitchen, brought me here. I remember fainting. I hope she's okay as well." "Angels are a bit more resilient than you and I, generally." Nagiko quipped.
The reason behind the fainting she had no intention of letting her elf friend know. No one needed to know anything like that. More pressing, aside from the unfamiliar bed and location she'd woken up in, was the recurrence of that same demon-related nightmare.
"Your hairclips, they're both kinda crooked." Nagiko set the bag down and fixed the hair ornaments. "Look, I need to go back downstairs for now, K.V., but the doctor will be in shortly. She's smart, and nice. Nicer than the other witch I've dealt with, you remember her?" Klavdiya nodded at the mention of the fiery witch. "Right, so the doctor is a witch but not like her, which is good. Look, when she's done checking you over, if she hasn't done that already, you can come downstairs and we can eat candy or something. Real candy this time, I tried buying some. They're what I've got in the bag. Come off the bed frame, it's cold metal and you may fall."
Klavdiya scratched her ear as she watched Nagiko slide down the stairs, calling for an "oreiades". Alone, she shivered while sitting cross-legged atop the bed proper. A nervous eye was cast towards her shadow--Klavdiya refused to let her feet touch it.
Upon hearing her summons, the doctor placed her pen down gently next to her report and stood from her desk. She straightened out and smoothed her attire, roping her stethoscope around the back of her neck and tucking a small flashlight into the breast of her coat. She had a brief exchange with Nagiko, commenting on her chipper disposition.
This elf had given her some excellent data. ...Also, she was doing much better than the few days prior, when she had found her staggering behind the Deoclepia Library. Steady vitals and and mentation. Much of Nagiko's strength and energy was returning, likely seeing as she no longer overextended herself through her magic.
The thin heels of her shoes clicked softly against the tile. She quite disliked the whole "shoe" concept: noisy things, they were, and much too hot. If there weren't so many sharp objects around she would elect rid of them entirely,
At the top of the stairs, Ori glanced around. Nagiko had left Bed 3 just now, and Bed 2 was occupied by a male demon, sleeping off the effects of last night's debauchery. A bag of translucent yellowish liquid hung next to him, connected in a venous line to his forearm, dripping slowly at the rate she had already set. On Bed 1 sat her newest guest, cross-legged and glancing around the room. She had conducted a primary assessment while she was still unconscious to establish a baseline. She had found not much of note. Maybe a tad low on the blood pressure, especially for a fairy.
"Hello."
Alert, eyes open and tracking.
Lacrimal discharge at corners of eyes. Red and slightly swollen. Seems to have been crying.
Breathing is regular and nonlaboured.
"My name is Ori. Do you know your name and where you are?"
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[attr=class,whocan]The blur she'd witnessed, as Arciea had gently set her down on this bed some time ago, appeared, in focus and at the top of the stairs. Revealed, the blonde witch dressed in a white coat had addressed her. Not responding properly would be rude, Klavdiya. She cleared her throat as an excuse to minimise any remaining traces of accent.
"Greetings. My name is Klavdiya Joseon. I'm here at a clinic at the, the request? Maybe that's not the right word, um, at the behest of an angel named Arciea. I had fainted and I suppose she brought me here. Her concerns are appreciated but perhaps unwarranted. I must have just been tired." she said, pulling her legs in closer.
"I'm terribly sorry to have taken up your time," Klavdiya blinked and added, "as well as one of your patient beds but I can't imagine there to be anything wrong with myself presently. C- Certainly nothing warranting treatment, I suppose."
Her clothes and belongings were in a small sack to the side of the bed. The faerie did not need to look to know she would not have enough coins in there to pay for any treatment or healing rendered. But Miss Arciea couldn't have known that, so it wasn't her fault, nor the doctor's. Just. Just her own.
"You're no trouble. It's been a slow evening and you've hardly been difficult for the past few hours. Forgive my making assumptions, but you don't look the type to faint easily." She offered. Admittedly anything warranting treatment had been done already. That being said she wanted a conscious assessment for sake of continuity and completion.
Responds appropriately. Oriented to persons, place, and event.
"Swing your legs over the side of the bed. I'd like to check something quickly." She ordered, removing her stethoscope and donning it, the witch came to stand next to the bedframe. She warmed the metal bell against her hand for a moment, and flicked it once before placing just next to Klavdiya's right scapula. "Deep breath every time I place the scope somewhere new. Mouth open."
Clear and equal throughout. Wet lungs have cleared overnight by steroids given.
Expiratory phase shorter than inspiratory.
While Ori assessed her, she worked in, "Why don't you tell me what happened last night, and I can look you over once more. I won't ask you to name any names, just to better understand the events preceding." Finished, she places the stethoscope back around her neck and fished in her pocket for her light, sifting through a bunch of candy wrappers. She kept finding the damn things everywhere.
"Shouldn't take too long. Your friend downstairs sounded happy to see you."
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[attr=class,whocan]"Ha, I must have made a different impression from my usual, then." Surreptitiously, she kept her legs underneath herself, leaning forward to compensate.
"Last night? Well, I was pulling a shift at a kitchen I worked at. Had visitors, then, pop, here I am with a gown and bump on my head." Klavdiya giggled.
With the doctor being as pleasant as she was and Nagiko somewhere downstairs, breathing easily came just so to the faerie. "I've fainted before. I think it's just like heatstroke, or something. Kitchens, you know, high temperatures and one wouldn't even notice." she quickly added.
Klavdiya rushed to scratch her ear when Oreiades had put away the stethoscope. Would she broach the topic of payment? Maybe she'd allow installments? Wishful thinking on her part. Perhaps she'd made more last month than she thought she had. The faerie peered at her belongings again, searching for any indication her coin pouch was any larger than usual.
"The angel, the one who brought me in, um, what did she say happened?" asked Klavdiya, looking at the ceiling.
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