The Doctor is in

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The Doctor is in

Post by Metarie » Sun Jan 22, 2012 1:09 pm

Continued from http://www.tharshaddin.com/rp/viewtopic.php?f=6&t=2562

May 19 122 PW

A week later, Metarie woke early and conducted her normal routine: stretching and breathing exercises to greet Baresi and the morning sun, feeding Kona and letting him out into the backyard, breakfast, then the walk to work.

On the way, she shared greetings with the delivery men and women, making their rounds to the businesses and coming back from deliveries in the Residential district.

At work, Ree greeted the two assistants who would work with her for the day. She met with Rosie for an overview of the night's events. She was not surprised to find Isaac had checked himself out, though she was concerned. She had hoped, at least, to let him know what she had discovered. Ree then conducted rounds to visit the few patients who had needed to stay overnight. Of the four who had stayed, only one would remain for further treatment.
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Re: The Doctor is in

Post by Guile » Mon Jan 23, 2012 10:47 pm

It was fairly early in the day when Guile took the bread and cheese his wife had packed for him and set off on his bay mare down the streets of Marn. He'd been talking with Lucious again yesterday and after a lot of ale and ramblings about the twisted nature of Darleone, the minister had decided that he would pay the hospital a visit in the morning. Looking around the place again wouldn't hurt, and it was about that time of month for it to happen anyway. See if that little elf woman had done anything stupid.

The weather was being surprisingly good and wholesome for this time of year; the sun had risen and the sky was almost entirely cloudless. There was little wind, but enough to keep the city's foul air from becoming stagnant. You could even see some of the smoke and steam billowing from the industrial district, floating slowly over the river to the north. The horse walked down the cobblestone pathway, guided only by the occasional pull on the reigns by her master. He knew the way to the hospital well, and luckily it wasn't terribly far from the house. He passed several fruit vendors and a peculiar-looking individual with pointed ears and disheveled hair with a lot of jewelry on stands. Fakes, no doubt. Tricky little schemers.

When he reached the hospital, he dismounted and tied the horse in a small stable with a young boy standing watch. The boy wasn't stupid enough to ask the man for coin to keep the horse for the day.

The air of the hospital seemed to immediately change when the minister came through the door unexpectedly, perhaps because of the aftershave he'd used. And then the boom of his polished voice as he greeted, "METARIE! Lovely doctor Me-tariee, oh I had no idea you'd be working today!" He always over-enunciated her name. And he knew she was almost always working on any given day.
"What's the scoop now my dear?" he asked pleasantly, smiling broadly while he took off the blue fur overcoat he liked to wear anywhere and everywhere, his cheeks puffy with the exuberance of a weasel in a robin's egg.

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Re: The Doctor is in

Post by Metarie » Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:46 am

Metarie had known Guile for quite some time. They had worked together on staff before he was elected Minister of Health. How he had achieved his doctoral certification was still a mystery. Having him as a practicing doctor had been nightmarish to say the least. His lack of compassion and attention to detail had nearly cost several patients their lives early in his career. Only his penchant for treating aristocratic patients with hypochondriac tendencies kept him from killing most of Marn. On the one hand, being able to direct that type of patient to him was a boon, allowing more skilled physicians to do work where it would provide most benefit. On the other, it was a loaded gun waiting to backfire and backfire it did.

To see Guile gain the Minister of Health position over a more qualified candidate was disappointing, but not surprising. His competition had been disqualified on shaky circumstance… Obviously, Guile’s connections to other governmental officials were well-leveraged. The former Minister had been a friend and mentor to Metarie. To see Lich’s work dismantled and progress set back was both frustrating and saddening. The policy changes and salary cuts were a direct come-uppance to the staff members as well as a warning. Only a very clear and very public violation of Marnian Law would reduce Guile’s influence. Even his unpopularity with the general citizenry or the medical community had little effect. More than once in the last six months Metarie had wondered if Seventri needed a successor.

Ree and Guile had other commonalities as well. As a Descendant, Metarie was also an aristocrat. As an elf Descendant, Marnian elves treated her with reverence, almost princess-like. Even humans had that reverence for Descendents bred into them. In the Marnian hierarchy, this placed her station above that of Guile’s and offered her some protection from his actions and granted her some leniencies not offered to others with regards to ownership of items with magical properties. While she would go to the required functions, though, she did not pursue an aristocratic lifestyle. Instead, she sought to contribute to the community as whole – donating her time and money to improve the health of all Marnians. So while Metarie was well liked and well known in the Community and was respected for her station by many in all walks of life, she did not work the aristocratic network as Guile did. Nor had she followed the prescribed aristocratic marriage model. Her parents had died before any marriage contracts had been established. She was the eccentric aristocrat, choosing to follow her own path, a path that now had her job answerable to Guile Markus because of his appointment as Minister of Health.

Even with her head bowed as she read over the remaining patient’s chart, Metarie knew as soon as the man entered the Hospital. His step was heavy and his scent was distinct, a blend of overpowering and frilly scented aftershave and an undertone of something else. Something she had not been able to identify, masked as it was by the cologne. Then, as he strode in to view, he announced himself by loudly calling her name.

The intentional mispronunciation did not bother her nor did the feigned surprise at finding her at work. She had learned over the years to moderate her actions during their interactions. Metarie stood as he approached. She then gave Guile a polite smile, placed her right hand over her heart and inclined her head slightly in the common Elvish manner of greeting before speaking. His misogyny and racist tendencies were well-known.

“Minister, what a pleasant surprise. To what do we owe the pleasure?”
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Re: The Doctor is in

Post by Guile » Fri Feb 03, 2012 5:55 pm

Metarie had known him since his name began appearing on hospital sheets when he had started working at the hospital. His position in aristocracy meant that he was allowed to do nearly anything he wanted, including treat patients when he had never really been the best people person. To be fair, he was a decent surgeon and as far as traditional methods went, he was well-taught and knowledgeable about how to treat individuals without the use of corrupting magic. The kinds of magic that people like Metarie were more than capable of; the elves relished in the idea of plaguing the rest of society with their weird customs and magical tastes. He had always hated it, and he hated that her roots lie in the Descendants. His family and people like him were those that belonged with those roots, not the nasty perversion of pointy-eared bastards. Everyone knew that.

Guile's wide grin beamed like fake sunshine at the woman with the greeting she gave him. She had barely aged a day since they had met; he hated that too.

"Hah hah haa!" His laugh boomed throughout the room and echoed from the white walls. There was true cheer in it, but true cheer meant little when it came from Guile. "You act as if I need a reason to see how our best doc is doing! And of course to check up on the patients dear, see how things are running." She of course already knew the real reason of his visit. Although it was true that this was part of his job as minister, it was also his goal to catch her doing something he didn't agree with and could convince the Judges not to agree with either. Anything magic-related he wanted to shut down, and use it as an excuse to get rid of Metarie.

It was true that he would probably never be able to get rid of her anyway though, as her lineage made her essentially invulnerable even to people like him unless she did something bad enough, which was unlikely given her disgustingly perfect nature.
"So who's playing sick today, eh?" he asked.

After taking his coat off, he pulled a pair of thin, polymer-based gloves from a wooden box near the coat rack and stretched them over his enlarged hands.
"Rose in today?"

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Re: The Doctor is in

Post by Metarie » Wed Feb 22, 2012 11:33 am

Guile’s laugh grated on her nerves and her ears, but there was nothing to do but grin and bear it. He might laugh and smile, but there was flatness in his gaze. Guile was aptly named, she thought. Metarie hoped his visit would be short-enough that her capacity to smile and pretend would last. Metarie held out the chart of the most recent patient and shook her head in negation.

“Rose worked the over-night last night. Michael is here, though.” Poor Michael, she thought. He was an attractive young man with black hair and blue eyes.

“The morning has been quiet so far. Our biggest challenge is the increase in drug use. We had a Copiax O.D. come in last night. He is in Room 2.”

Metarie reached for a pair of gloves as well. The patient was a young prostitute, fairly new to the trade. Whomever had been his last client, maybe even his first, had been rough on him. Like the illegal drug use, forced prostitution was something else Metarie would prefer to see stopped. Licensed brothels were one thing, but street trade was a harsher life. It saddened her to think that their city had such a dark side to it. If she could fix it, she would.

This led her thoughts to her conversation the previous night. Perhaps she should consider running for a public office? Could she make a difference there or was she providing the most value here, in the hospital? Some of the people she treated came back again and again, never changing the behaviors that got them the disease or beatings she treated.

“Would you like to check in on him? He was unconscious when he arrived and hasn’t woken yet. Standard medical procedure was used.” She made sure to specify that. The ordinances on magic use for medicinal purposes were clear, thanks to Guile. If the patient is unable to respond, magic may not be used. Granted, if they had been able to use magical means, that young boy might be coherent enough to report who supplied him with the drug.
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Re: The Doctor is in

Post by Arria » Sun Feb 26, 2012 6:02 pm

A pair of men came through the door into the hospital then. They differed in age by around twenty five years or so, but judging by their shared dirty blonde hair, similar heights, and blue eyes, they were father and son. They looked to be of meager wealth, likely on their way to jobs in the Industrial District, in the factories. The son, a well-built man of perhaps twenty years, carried a young woman in his arms. The father approached Metarie and Guile, gave a quick but respectful bow of his head, and then gestured back to the woman in his son's arms.

"My apologies for the interruption," he said, "but we were instructed by the guard to deliver this woman to the hospital. She'd barely made it within the city before she collapsed. Some kind of awful fever or something. The guard thought it best to bring her to you."

They looked impatient to be off. Perhaps they were running late, and this unwanted diversion only made things worse. The father was bouncing on his feet slightly, looking between the people in the room at a rather high speed, while the son kept glancing down at the girl in his arms. His expression was one of contained worry, as though he was fearful of catching whatever sickness the girl had contracted.

The girl herself looked to be in pretty bad shape. Her fair skin had become awfully pale, and her light brown hair was damp with sweat, a tangled mess. She wore a plain blouse of a light blue color which clung to her skin from the sweat, along with dark leggings and a pair of worn traveling boots, freshly dirtied from the road. The outfit was a simple one, and indicated that the girl had come from a rather plain background. Though her eyes were closed and she was not aware of what was occurring around her, her rest did not appear to be peaceful. Her breathing was shallow, and she looked to be burning up from a fever.

The son took the initiative to lay the girl down upon the nearest bed, and the father set a pack down next to it. "Her things," he explained. The pack was fairly large, a plain green bag filled to near capacity. The son relaxed visibly when the girl was no longer in his arms, though he still looked mortified that he'd been forced to carry a deathly ill girl across the city.

"We'll be off then," the father said, "hopefully you can do something for her, poor girl."

The pair took their leave, leaving the young woman in the care of Metarie and Guile.

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Post by Guile » Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:41 pm

A beige-colored coat to protect his clothing against stains was placed over him while Metarie gave him information about the previous night. The increase in drug use did not come as much of a surprise on him; he had long blamed this phenomenon publicly on what he perceived to be an increase of magic usage. To him, the two went hand and hand. He had been published in the government-funded paper not long ago describing this inherent trend and the link between drugs and magic, and thus, the link between magic and the death of a society.

"Good," said Guile simply to her reassurance that no magical practices had yet been used. He didn't answer her question; instead, he just whisked himself lightly off to the patient's room to see what was amiss.

Copiax overdose symptoms varied widely across species and individuals. In worst case scenarios, overdose could lead to horrible events due to a break in the astral plane. There had been a death last month of a similar human patient whose body had been recovered in several pieces. The theory was that he had spontaneously exploded. These events had been on the rise in recent years, particularly this one. Guile was one of the few people who knew why.

The boy was unrecognized by the minister. He had a soft, mouse-like quality about his face and rich brown hair. There was a large gash on the side of his neck that had been patched and bruises on his arms. One of his hands looked like it had been burned severely; the nature of the burn made it unclear whether it was magically caused or not. Guile clicked his tongue and placed a hand on the boy's head to check if his fever had cleared from the night before. It had lessened.
He guessed the boy had been inexperienced in handling the effects of copiax and had received them from either a rich individual or a friend who had done so. It was rare to find the drug in middle and lower classes with the exception of certain prostitutes.

The boy stirred slightly and Guile was about to speak when the main door opened.

He glided back out of the room and adjusted the beige coat, squinting at the girl in the arms of a young man with deep brows. He followed the boy to the bed and assisted with the girl. He took a clean cloth and wet it, wrung it, and wiped her brow and face with it. The two men had already gone.

"This is one nasty fever. Get her temp," he said. What was causing the fever he had no idea. He put one of his hands over her stomach and then her lower abdomen, but it did not feel firm.

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Post by Metarie » Mon Mar 05, 2012 2:25 am

The door of the hospital made a noise, causing Metarie to look toward the two men who entered. As soon as she saw the woman, Metarie moved toward them.

"My apologies for the interruption, but we were instructed by the guard to deliver this woman to the hospital. She'd barely made it within the city before she collapsed. Some kind of awful fever or something. The guard thought it best to bring her to you."

“Thank you. You did the right thing.” The son did not wait for instructions. He noticed an open bed and made for it as quick as he could. The father followed behind.

"Her things."

Metarie nodded. The pair's discomfort was unsurprising. Sick people could make others nervous and with a fever this high, well… it could be some kind of virus or infection. Guile came in behind them, followed by Michael who pushed a trolley. A bowl sat on the top shelf filled with clear, pure water. Beside it sat folded towels. On the second shelf was a second bowl, but this one held what looked like cotton items floating in it.

"This is one nasty fever. Get her temp.” Guile appeared unflappable.

"We'll be off then," the father said, "hopefully you can do something for her, poor girl."

A cabinet mounted to the wall held commonly used materials. Metarie produced a thermometer, covered it with the standard protective sheeting, and slid it between the girl’s lips. Metarie pressed two fingertips to the pulse-point on the girl’s wrist and counted. The girl’s pulse was a little higher than one would want and her breathing was shallow.

“Pulse 119.” This was followed by checking for a temperature reading. “Temp 104.”

Michael wrung out the cotton socks and moved to put them on the girl’s feet. Wet, cotton socks that covered the ankles helped reduce high fevers. Guile had already moved to check the girl’s abdomen, obviously looking for a source of the fever. Metarie pulled the second item from the second bowl, a cotton headscarf. She wrung this out and moved to wrap it around the girl's head and neck. The coolness of the fabrics combined with the cool water, offered the doctors a chance to do further examinations and provided a means to reduce body temperature.
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Re: The Doctor is in

Post by Arria » Mon Mar 05, 2012 9:22 pm

All was darkness, and yet there was fire.

It was all-consuming, a raging inferno ravaging all in its path. And yet Arria couldn't see it, only feel it. She was burning, she knew it, surely that was what this pain was. She'd never been set on fire before, but she imagined it felt something like this. Her own skin seemed to be burning her, and there was no way to escape from it. Stabs of pain coursed up from her abdomen. It felt like someone has lit a flame in her belly. Soon the flames would reach higher, burning through flesh and organs, until at last they ignited her heart, and ended all this misery...

Something touched her head. It was...cool, the first cool thing Arria had recognized since all this torment had begun. The darkness lifted slightly, but Arria may as well have been blind, for she still could not recognize anything around her. Her eyes seemed glued shut. Only her sense of touch was returning to her.

She felt a bead of sweat roll off her forehead. A short rise and fall of her chest as she took in what air she could. Her blouse sticking to her skin. The horrible, nauseating feeling in her belly. Her feet felt...light. Was she wearing shoes? No, she felt little weight around her feet. What had happened to her boots?

Boots. She had been traveling...

There was a murmuring in her ears, the first sounds she comprehended. Someone's voice. She couldn't determine the words, or their origin. She recognized another touch. There were hands on her, somewhere around her abdomen or her waist.

She been traveling...to Marn. Yes, the city. She'd...just made it inside, hadn't she? Arria vaguely remembered arriving in the city before blacking out. She suddenly realized the potential danger. A young woman, traveling alone, collapsing in a city in which she had no experience, and no friends.

Arria pushed feebly at the hands at her stomach, muttering something hardly audible. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes remaining firmly shut.

"Stop it," she managed to get out clearly enough to be understood. "I...I can defend myself, you know."

As lost, delirious and pained as she was, it was understandable that she would think she was in danger.

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Re: The Doctor is in

Post by Guile » Sat Mar 10, 2012 6:26 pm

For a moment, to the untrained eye the man appeared to be reasonably concerned about the girl and the cause of her fever. Metarie likely knew better than that; those that understood his demeanor realized that the thin-lipped expressions and concentrated eyes were side effects of his interest in medical science. There were more than a few reasons why he specialized in cutting people open, and though he had always insisted that the patients came first, it was obvious to the observant that there was something more antisocial at work.

When Metarie read the stats Guile took a pause and looked behind him and around him. He walked off to where he had left his coat and pulled something small out of one of the pockets, then what looked like a feather out from under the beige cloak. He skritched something with the quill onto the tiny notepad and walked back to the girl while he was still writing. Foreign temperature readings. Note this system and look into forcing standardized scales.. Drug use incre-- and he set the pad down on a small table beside the bed.

The girl spoke and he ignored her delirium.
"There doesn't appear to be blockage anywhere. I could guess at Malgiringitus but I don't see a rash," he said, partially thinking out loud as he said it. He was looking at the skin beneath her clothes but there was no sign of the tell-tale purple rash that normally went along with the fairly common virus.

Her fever seemed too high for it to be a standard illness, but with only a fever to go on there didn't seem much to be done but help reduce the fever. Guile quick-stepped to the trolley Michael had brought forward. He took a small glass and filled it with water, then grabbed a small spoon to try to get the girl to drink. He leaned over the bed and poured a tiny amount of water from the spoon to her mouth. Hydration was key.

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Post by Metarie » Mon Mar 12, 2012 2:58 am

Metarie's gaze flicked to Guile as he walked away, eyes narrowing for a moment, before she returned her attention to the patient. Whatever he was doing was not as important as helping the girl. Cool, soft hands smoothed the hair back from the girls face.

"Shhh, you're in a Hospital. We're here to help." Ree gently cupped the back of Arria's head and deftly pulled the wet cap on, hooking the backside with two fingers. The cotton wrap was then draped around the back of Arria's neck and over her shoulders.

Guile was right, the girl was not presenting a rash in the common places brought on by Malgiringitus. "Perhaps a food borne virus." They'd checked her pulse, her temperature, next was to check her eyes and mouth.

When Guile began spooning water between Arria's lips, Ree worried that the girl might take a shallow breath in and begin to cough.

"It's water," said Ree, hoping the girl was coherent enough to understand now that they were trying to help, as she moved to the opposite side of the bed from Guile.
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Post by Arria » Tue Mar 13, 2012 4:31 am

There were two distinct voices that Arria could identify, a man and a woman by the sound of it. A soothing hand touched her, smoothing her disheveled mess of hair away from her face. The comforting voice informing her of her current location identified her as the woman. Then something was draped over her neck and shoulders. Arria was quickly becoming more aware of the situation, though she wasn't feeling any better. It was simply a difference between being unconscious with the fever, and being fully aware of the fever's burning effect.

"Hospital...good," she muttered back to the woman, whose presence at her side was comforting, and encouraged her that nothing ill had befallen her after her untimely collapse.

The other voice spoke, though his was not a comforting one, and it did not seem directed at her. Arria didn't really understand what he was saying, but she figured he was likely trying to determine how best to help her. If this was indeed a hospital she'd ended up in, then surely that would be the man's purpose. Didn't everyone who became a doctor do so in order to help those in need? Arria thought so.

The man's presence loomed suddenly over the bed, and Arria heard something about water. He then poured a small amount of water into her mouth. Arria hadn't realized how parched she was. Her throat stabbed at her in protest of her swallowing, but the water was undeniably soothing.

"Thank you," she said gratefully towards the man. She was glad to have ended up in the care of such kind people. Her father and mother had occasionally warned her that the city could be somewhat dangerous at times.

She tried opening her eyes. Everything before her was incredibly blurry...and spinning. She immediately felt dizzy, even lying down as she was. Her stomach immediately became quite upset with her actions, and Arria was forced to shut her eyes again, trying to take a few deeper breaths to calm herself.

"I feel...awful," she admitted, "I don't suppose you know what's wrong?"

Arria made a bit of a face, perhaps indicating her stomach's current state of discomfort.

"My name's Arria, by the way. I'm from Shim."

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Re: The Doctor is in

Post by Guile » Wed Mar 28, 2012 7:23 pm

People liked Metarie for more than just her bloodlines. They liked her for all the things that Guile lacked in, namely compassion and empathy. She knew how to interact with people in ways that he either didn't understand or simply didn't care about. It gave the illusion that she cared more about her patients than he did, which may or may not have been true, depending on the situation. This particular one, he was a little preoccupied with hating Metarie and wondering about the science of the illness, which rendered him a little lacking in the human relations department.

He continued to run through lists of possible ailments that were causing the fever as he spooned tiny bits of water, very slowly, to her lips. He paused immediately when she opened her eyes and began behaving a bit spastic, likely from dizziness. Guile rested the spoon back in the glass and set it on the nearby cart. One of his large hands rested on her stomach and he moved it across her belly and abdomen once more.

It was spasming more than what he would consider normal, indicating nausea or pain or both.
"There are a hundred thousand ailments that can give a fever. I don't see anything immediately wrong, so it's likely a virus that we just have to let take its course," he said, speaking softly.
"Of course we have ruled one out, so just ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred ninety-nine to go!" His voice boomed as he stood straight and let out a single booming laugh.

"Do we have any fever reducers on hand? I believe the last two shipments were stretched a wee bit thin." Of course the irony of the situation lie in the fact that it had been Guile who'd limited the last shipments of fever reducer; there had been a suspicion on one of the ingredients in Micatoxin, which may have been magical in origin.
The consensus was of course that it wasn't, but it would take another month at least for the next shipment to arrive.

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Re: The Doctor is in

Post by Metarie » Sat Apr 07, 2012 3:38 pm

Metarie started to respond, but was cutoff by Guile's reply instead. She nodded. The statement was a true one.

"Feeling awful with a high temperature is pretty normal. It's a good sign that you are talking, though." Metarie adjusted the cotton scarf. "Just keep your eyes closed and rest for now."

Looking to Guile, she said, " We have the approved Willowbark and Goldenseal tinctures from the local apothecary. Alternately, we do have a very small supply of Micatoxin remaining. Due to the reason for the shipment limitation, the remaining supply was placed as a restricted substance." Meaning, they followed an additional protocol for distribution and use, which was required for magic-based medicines.

Had Guile not been here, she would not have hesitated. The tincture worked excellently and she preferred it over Micatoxin. She agreed with Guile that the alternative fever reducer was suspect, but not for the same reason. Metarie suspected the mica to be the culprit.
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Re: The Doctor is in

Post by Arria » Sun Apr 08, 2012 3:57 am

Arria was glad that her fever appeared to be something normal, even if they didn't know the cause. She was happy just to be awake. She could tell that the worst part of the sickness was over, and that with some time she'd return to a normal state of health. Still, Arria couldn't help but feel slightly worried about what had happened. It was something about the speed that the sickness came over her, and the sudden severity it hit her with.

Also, the timing of the sickness was...interesting. Likely more than a coincidence. Could it have been that her little antics before leaving home had nearly just killed her? The thought troubled her.

It didn't change her plans, however, merely complicated them somewhat. Added another obstacle for her to overcome. Arria was confident that she'd find the root of this, and find a way to work around it.

"I know that I should rest," she said, speaking more towards the woman, "But it's quite important that I get to Justice Hall soon. I would have gone there already had I not fallen ill so suddenly."

Important or no, Arria doubted she could currently make the trip. Just standing up would be an adventure.

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