For those that don't know what Firehead is:

Firehead
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Treatment:

The patient should be given a tea of Tuft grass and cool damp cloths draped over the eyes to prevent damage.
Stages of Recovery:

Stage 1(3-4 sevendays): The patient should be kept in bed. They should be told /not/ to try and open their eyes and should have continual cool cloths applied to their eyes.

Stage 2(4-5 sevendays): The fever should be abated but the patient will be on /severely/ restricted duties and will be kept on light duties until they have recovered sufficient strength.

Stage 3(2 sevenday): By this time the patient should be just about fully recovered, a journeyman or master should give them a thorough checkup and pending the completion they should either permit the patient to go on light duty or continue on restricted duties.

Stage 4(3-5 sevendays): The patient should be ready to return to duty by this time. However, a healer should make sure one final time before permitting the patient to return.

Arakiel is asleep, a damp clothe is on her eyes.

Cera comes in very slowly and peers around, "Hrm...Ara?" she asks questioningly.

Arakiel groans softly, calling softly for "Evan."

Cera sighs and realizes that she is asleep, she says softly, "Poor thing...calling out for Evan..." continuing further into the room she glances around to see if she can find the healer on duty to get the status of Ara's condition.

Arakiel moves her head slightly, licking her dry lips, asking for Evan.

Cera carefully checks the cloth over Ara's eyes to see if it needs to be refreshened.

Arakiel sighs, "Thirsty.... Evan..."

Cera peers cautiously at Ara again knowing the Evan isn't available at the moment, "Hrm...I dont know if you can understand me Ara but I will get you some water..." and turns to do just exactly that.

Suddenly Cera is called away by a hurried apprentice.

Bailyn walks in from the Gathering Hall.

Arakiel is groaning sofly as she moves under the cover. The healer had just visited and given her meds and now Ara is restless, asking for 'Evan."

Bailyn looks in, hearing Arakiel. "Hello?" She asks quietly, walking closer to the half asleep woman. "Arakiel? Its me...Bailyn."

Arakiel tries to knock the damp clothe off her eyes which must remain on. "Evan?"

Bailyn frowns, wondering what to do next.. Getting closer, she whispers, "Arakiel, It's Bailyn.." Glancing at the clothe she sighs, "I think you are to keep that on, also."

Arakiel sighs, "hot. Evan. Where's Evan?"

Bailyn looks back, oh not her luck, no Evan. "I don't know. He is here somewhere..Do you want him?" Trying not to say alot, she slows down. "I will get him, if you want."

Arakiel sighs, Not really understanding, "Hot. So hot... thirsty."

Bailyn nodds, now beside her. "It's okay.. Do you want some water?"

Arakiel sighs. "Water."

Bailyn nodds, walks off quietly on search for water. Luckly she finds some nearby. Pouring some she listen's to Araliel breath. I wonder how she got this sick... "Here you go.." She holds the mug tightly in one hand, helping her sip it slightly.

Arakiel sips the water, licking her dry lips, "Evan."

Keral walks in from the Common Room.

Bailyn hums softly as Arakiel drinks. "Evan will see you soon, I guess." Glancing to the person who just walked in she smiles, "Hello."

Arakiel tries to knock the clothe her eyes, "Where's Evan?"

***(Author's note: Someone forgot to tell Keral that there was already a regment written up on Ara's condition. But hey... it still makes good rp'ing and someone forgot to mention that Ara's suppose to be in restraints. hehehe)

Keral steps out of his rooms and closes the door carefully behind him, "Ahh, good evening to you. What can I help you with?" taking in the situation surrounding him, a woman on a cot, cloth over eyes... Hrm... not necesarily a good sign.

Bailyn eyes the clothe and takes back the water. "He's not here." Not wainting to frighten Arakiel, she doesn't talk about the other person in the room, because she doesn't know him. Glancing sadly at the man she tries to smile.

Arakiel groans softly, moving restlessly under the covers. "hot. so hot... Evan."

Keral paces across the room, unreadable look on his face, "What appears to be the problem?" he queries of both of them, wondering who will answer... Hot flashes, and sounds congested, hopefully this isn't firehead, if so, he'll have to send in to Ista for reinforcements...

Bailyn raises an eyebrow at Keral. "It's Firehead Sir." Looking back at Arakiel's stirring she asks, "Do you know where Evan is?"

Keral nods his head rather solemnly before going to his desk and jotting down a note, and affixing it to a flit which his quickly sent off to the healerhall to bring a master to administer the fellis. "In that case, I will get everything ready for the master so that she can treat you. How long has she been ill like this, and how did she contract it, do you know?" directing his questions at the smith apprentice, rather than at the ailing headwoman.

Arakiel groans, more restless, wanting the clothe offher eyes. She wants to get out of bed.

Bailyn shrugs slightly, "This, I do not know. I just came to check up on her, knowing she was sick. I am guessing, sir, that she hasn't had it for a long time." Finally realizing she is talking to a Healer, she gasps. Does he know her? Will he tell? Putting her thoughts behind her she trys to sooth Arakiel.

Keral nods his head, and bows slightly from the waist as a wizened looking woman with iron gray hair walks through the door, "Ahh, Master Dyrea, thank you for coming so quickly. Apparently we have a case of firehead here, I'd like you to confirm that diagnosis for me, and administer medicines which you find appropriate."

Bailyn winces. Two /Healers/. I cannot do this. I cannot do this. No.No. Evan will come soon, and they are here to /help/ her. "Sir, I will leave now, get out of your...way..." She backs up, grining at Arakiel. "Goodbye Arakiel, I will see you again.." Frowning she turns to leave. Hopefully they do not know her realation.

*** It was here that Keral is informed of the treatment regiment. So the rp'ing takes a shift and Ara is informed that she's tied down. Ain't rp'ing grand? ****

Keral *falls over, in that case, is there anything in particular you'd like me to do??

Dyrea nods slightly, "Yes, this is the talk of the healer hall at the moment, the diagnosis is correct, it is still in it's most virulent stages and we have to be very careful..." she gestures for the Journeyman to make sure that they eye coverings are secure, and still damp, and also points to the glowbaskets on the walls, "Dim those down a bit just in case, would you please." all the while she is bustling about in a small cupboard painted black, preparing the fellis mixture.

Arakiel groans softly moving restless, fighting the restraints. "Evan. Nicholai!"

Keral goes about his assigned tasks just like any good apprentice, after all, Dyrea knows what she's doing, she's been a master longer than he's been in the craft, and that's been a good long time already... Glows are dimmed, and the damp rag on her eyes is replaced by a slightly damper one. A reed is dropped into a mug, which is then taken to Dyrea's side so she can put the medicine in it, "Is there anything else you'd like me to do Master?"

Dyrea nods, and takes the mug from him, filling it full of clean cold water, and dripping a few drops of fellis into it before handing it back to Keral, "Here, have her drink this all down, and make sure that the restraints are tight enough to keep her from thrashing around, especially the ones about her head."

Arakiel feels as if she's reliving a scene from her past, she now is fighting the restraints, "No. Evan! Don't..."

Keral rests the reed up against her lips and rests his hand on top of hers, "It's alright, he'll be here, just drink this down..." he says very gently, nearly a whisper, and looks to Dyrea for guidance.

Dyrea bustles across the room and rests a cool, professional hand on Arakiel's brow, "Well, she's burning up, the fever isn't going down much, so just keep her drinking that until it's gone, then replace it with normal water, just keep her hydrated, if she gets too hot it could be bad..."

Arakiel fights the mug that's pressing against her lips, "No."

Keral sticks the tip of his fingers into the cup, and dampens them, dripping little drips of water on parched lips, waiting expectantly for the mouth to open slightly in natural response, "You have to drink this, it will make you better..."

Arakiel groans, trying to turn her head. "noooo... Evan..."

Dyrea looks on in approval, removing her hand from the patient's forehead and gently separating her lips with a few fingers, guiding the read in between them, even if teeth ar still in the way. At the same time, she can only wnder just who and where this apparently important Evan is.

Arakiel is forces to drink, wanting to spit it out but is forced to drink.

Keral nods his head as Arakiel slowly drains the contents of the mug to the dregs, and then he removes it quickly to go and refill it with plain cool water.

Arakiel groans, thinking she's been poisoned as she tries to break loose.

The healers leave to allow the fellis take effect.

Keral goes home.

Arakiel groans softly as she takes in the water, "Evan... "

Evan glides silently in from the Gathering Hall.

Evan moves to sit by his wife, "Good evening love."

Arakiel sighs as she hears the voice so familiar to her. "Evan."

Evan rests his hand on her arm, "You sound a little better dearest."

Arakiel sighs as the fellis the healers just gave her starts to work and she stops fighting the restraints. "Evan." She tries to reach up to him but ...

Evan puts his hands over her struggling arms, "Not until you're well love."

Arakiel hearing the calmness in his voice, nods, licking her lips. "Evan."

Arakiel sighs, then asks "Nicholai.."

Evan shakes his head, "He's not here..."

Arakiel tries once more to raise a hand, to search for something, but the restraints stop her. "Where..."

Evan pauses a moment, "Somewhere in the North last I heard dear."

Arakiel wants a knife, dagger, anything to hold as she continues to try to search. " Home. I want to go home."

Evan smiles, "You are home... Remember?"

Arakiel smiles slightly, "Evan. Home. Don't go."

Evan shakes his head, "I won't leave." He takes the cloth from her forehead and dips it in water before replacing it.

Arakiel feeling the coolness of the clothe against her hot skin, smiles slightly. "Never go away."

Evan chuckles, "I won't love."

Arakiel sighs as she drifts off to sleep, the fellis finally kicking in. in a faint whisper, "Love..."

Evan smiles and lets her rest.

Arakiel isn't so restless as she was earlier in the day.

*** Disconnected ***