Post by Vitsheep on Dec 24, 2017 0:29:30 GMT -5
Name: Talamus Dran
Race: Elf
Talamus groans. Elves are not supposed to be up at this time of day. No, this time of night. But he drew the short straw of taking the first shift in Asclepius' trauma center. And apparently 200 years as a traditional healer doesn't give him seniority over some upstarts with 2 years experience as "modern" surgeons. Ugh.
And it looks like things are going to start off strong. A big fire, and multiple casualties en route... Talamus groans again as he double- and triple-checks the operating theater to make sure everything's in order. It is, of course. Talamus oversaw it himself.
His assistant comes in. A pixie. Wonderful. Someday Talamus may even bother to learn her name. "The emergency patient's being handled by the chief surgeon," she says. "We'll be operating on one with a less-serious wound."
"Great..." Talamus says with all the excitement he can muster.
"Young-ish elf, maybe 180-240 years old. Female. Foreign object is embedded in her left calf. Lacerations and possible broken bones. She's already under the effects of a Deaden Pain spell and a Healing Hex."
"Ugh... How irritating. At least they had the decency to document it this time. Prepare a Sleep Scroll."
"Yes, Doctor." The pixie disappears, leaving Talamus alone. Well, 'alone.' He's acutely aware of the half-dozen observers peering through a one-way mirror.
The pixie comes back riding on the head of the gurney. Talamus can't help groaning again. This is definitely bad for his throat... So unprofessional. The patient is still awake, and more than a little panicked as she stares at the magic wand lodged in her leg. Talamus' eyes widen in shock. That's... He stops and shakes his head. There's time for that later.
Talamus begins his analysis as the patient is moved onto the operating table. The wand's penetrated completely through... That could be either extremely lucky, or extremely unlucky. He'll know for sure once he's inside.
He looks the patient in the eye as she greets him in Elvish. "Will the artifact survive."
"Yes, but you may lose the leg," he answers in common.
Her eyes go wide and she bites her lip, but she nods. "I understand."
Talamus groans again. Stupid kids. "My assistant's going to knock you out now. You'll be fine when you wake up."
His partner-pixie begins chanting as she reads from the scroll, and their patient quickly falls asleep. Talamus takes a look at the external injuries. Nothing serious. It takes him less than a minute to suture and mend the small cuts. Then he makes an incision around the wand and looks inside.
There's a lot going on in here. He groans once more as he realizes the wand did indeed shatter one of her bones. There's fragments lodged in the surrounding tissues... There's lacerations that are bleeding. And of course the wand itself. Ugh.
Patient Vitals: 85%
(A) Start by treating the lacerations
(B) Start by extracting the fragments
(C) Start by examining the area with the ultrasound
(D) Start by removing the wand itself
Race: Elf
Talamus groans. Elves are not supposed to be up at this time of day. No, this time of night. But he drew the short straw of taking the first shift in Asclepius' trauma center. And apparently 200 years as a traditional healer doesn't give him seniority over some upstarts with 2 years experience as "modern" surgeons. Ugh.
And it looks like things are going to start off strong. A big fire, and multiple casualties en route... Talamus groans again as he double- and triple-checks the operating theater to make sure everything's in order. It is, of course. Talamus oversaw it himself.
His assistant comes in. A pixie. Wonderful. Someday Talamus may even bother to learn her name. "The emergency patient's being handled by the chief surgeon," she says. "We'll be operating on one with a less-serious wound."
"Great..." Talamus says with all the excitement he can muster.
"Young-ish elf, maybe 180-240 years old. Female. Foreign object is embedded in her left calf. Lacerations and possible broken bones. She's already under the effects of a Deaden Pain spell and a Healing Hex."
"Ugh... How irritating. At least they had the decency to document it this time. Prepare a Sleep Scroll."
"Yes, Doctor." The pixie disappears, leaving Talamus alone. Well, 'alone.' He's acutely aware of the half-dozen observers peering through a one-way mirror.
The pixie comes back riding on the head of the gurney. Talamus can't help groaning again. This is definitely bad for his throat... So unprofessional. The patient is still awake, and more than a little panicked as she stares at the magic wand lodged in her leg. Talamus' eyes widen in shock. That's... He stops and shakes his head. There's time for that later.
Talamus begins his analysis as the patient is moved onto the operating table. The wand's penetrated completely through... That could be either extremely lucky, or extremely unlucky. He'll know for sure once he's inside.
He looks the patient in the eye as she greets him in Elvish. "Will the artifact survive."
"Yes, but you may lose the leg," he answers in common.
Her eyes go wide and she bites her lip, but she nods. "I understand."
Talamus groans again. Stupid kids. "My assistant's going to knock you out now. You'll be fine when you wake up."
His partner-pixie begins chanting as she reads from the scroll, and their patient quickly falls asleep. Talamus takes a look at the external injuries. Nothing serious. It takes him less than a minute to suture and mend the small cuts. Then he makes an incision around the wand and looks inside.
There's a lot going on in here. He groans once more as he realizes the wand did indeed shatter one of her bones. There's fragments lodged in the surrounding tissues... There's lacerations that are bleeding. And of course the wand itself. Ugh.
Patient Vitals: 85%
(A) Start by treating the lacerations
(B) Start by extracting the fragments
(C) Start by examining the area with the ultrasound
(D) Start by removing the wand itself
