The only thing worse than nothing to do

[shelkethetransparent]

Date & Time: Sunday evening
Location: Initiative Infirmary
Characters: Shelke and Ashraf
Summary: Shelke has been a somewhat poorly-behaved patient and the doctors have sent a magic healer to fix her and get her out of their hair.
Warnings: Some mention of injury, probably nothing else.

Shelke didn't function very well with nothing to do. Even in Deepground she was never idle. She was terrible at being idle. So with her injuries from the war, bandages around her side and covering half her face, she'd been told to stay in bed and try to sleep.

And for a day or so she had managed it, but as the pain became more of a constant ache and she adjusted to it (Shelke honestly believed she could adjust to anything) she found it harder and harder to simply remain in bed waiting to 'get better.'

For any other patient this would have been a problem, but with Shelke and her helpful ability to turn invisible, she had started doing just that, and going for walks around the infirmary, popping up rather randomly to watch what doctors and patients were doing. She wasn't foolish enough to leave the building, of course, she knew how injured she really was, but exploring could hardly be a big deal.

So every hour or two some nurse or doctor was shooing her back into her own bed, and after what probably felt like the umpteenth time doing it, they'd given Ashraf a quick knock to come and fix her up and get her out of their hair.

Comments

[shelkethetransparent]

Yes.

[She'd been ready to leave days ago.]

They said I am to remain here until they are certain I will not tear the stitches in my side again.

[Which might be forever at the rate she was going.]

[highhealplz]

I think we can make it a little quicker than that.

[ He waves a hand toward her, and a gentle green glow will spring up around her body. It's soothing and calming, and will begin to knit together any wounds she may have. By the time he casts it twice more, in rapid succession after the first, it should take care of everything, even down to minor aches and pains. ]

How's that?

[shelkethetransparent]

[Shelke's eyes narrow at the green glow flares up around her. She knows magic when she sees it, even if it's different from what she was used to. Similar, of course, but still different. And the sensation of her wounds healing was...surprising.]

[She remains still until the glow fades, then tugs her shirt up, watching as her stitches fell off to the floor as if they had been pushed out by her body, then tracing her hand over the spot where the injury had been before.]

Hmm.

[A quiet noise, before she nodded her head and turned to start pulling at the bandages on her face.]

Thank you.

[highhealplz]

You're welcome.

[ He watches a while, to reassure himself that he really had covered all the injuries. There's still more to be done, but he can't leave too soon. ]

Does anything still hurt?

[shelkethetransparent]

[Shelke doesn't answer immediately, instead she continues unwrapping her bandage, pulling it away finally and tracing her hand over the skin from her cheek to her ear, feeling where the very nasty weapon burn had been before. She turns, peering at her reflection for a moment, and then shakes her head.]

I appear to be fine.

[And she turns back to him.]

That is remarkably powerful magic.

[highhealplz]

Thanks.

[ That's with a quick grin, but he's already pushing off from his lean. ]

I'm Ashraf, by the way. Just call for me if you need anything else, alright?

[shelkethetransparent]

[It's the name that reminds her of their last conversation, though she can't quite place why, which is...unsettling.]

...Have we spoken before?

[highhealplz]

[ Cue some embarrassment. He smiles a little sheepishly, and the best he can offer is a shrug. ]

I'm not really sure. We might have!

[shelkethetransparent]

[She studies him for another moment or two.]

...I suppose it doesn't matter.