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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 3, 2017 1:09:28 GMT -6
CLYTHUS & ROSIE
After a particularly awful nights sleep, watching the stallion limp around her home, Nuala has sent Clythus off to the Clinic to go get looked at. Afterall she can't have a lame slave looking after her! It also gives him a good chance to get a full checkup done as he hasn't had a real one done since he was too scared after being 'hurt' by doctors when he got his face seared. Since Nuala ordered it he will follow through at least as much as he can. Goodluck Rosie!
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 3, 2017 1:33:51 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
His nights had only been getting worse and he wasn't entirely sure why. So far he had woke up with a sore shoulder, or a hip or a knee and would spend the first couple hours trying to soak the offending parts in the warm bath before his master woke. Yet, those often resulted in him getting up at the wee hours of the morning to not disrupt his masters routine. Since she herself was an early riser, and this meant that Clythus had to slog himself through the rest of the day. His tiredness was beginning to show, heavily. He had been sold with the pretense he was attentive and very detail orientated. Yet over the last weak, he had served Nuala day old tea, lit up a flower instead of an incense stick, given a guest a blanket instead of their robe and set a pile of rose patterned cloth on the table instead of the vase of flowers. He was really starting to question himself and each day the stress of more mistakes would make his body shake and fear bubble up inside himself.
It was easy to tell that his mistress was running thin with his errors and each snap of anger would cut deeper then he cared to admit. But he was probably running on less then 10 hours of sleep for the whole week. When he started to limp, that was Nuala's last straw and with a sharp witted comment she dressed him in his bit and collar before tucking a note into the accessory before nearly shoving him out the door. Legs remained frozen in place on the steps, his ears pinned back and eyes wide. He'd been kicked out and told to go get looked at.
A new kind of fear welled up inside him, one of dread and anxiousness he couldn't understand. He wanted to rush back inside and hide under his bed, pretend this would all go away and fix itself in time. But her word was law to him and he could not do as she had not asked. With a hard swallow he took a shaky step forward and then another, traveling through town with his head low and hip sore, every few steps he needed to limp to give it a break. He couldn't understand where this all started. He'd tripped, fallen and been knocked over too many times to count. Where could this have sprouted up from?
His destination arrived too soon for the silver stallion and he stood outside it's doors nearly shaking with fear and unease. How could this be happening? He'd always been healthy, fit. An example for anyone to look up to... He heard someone on the inside shift and soon enough the door was pulled open before he had a chance to hide. Dual colored eyes widened, the left being the only one seen as his name was called gently from the impending darkness. "Y-yes M'lady..." He answered obediently, body moving on it's own to step into the clinic and deliver the note. On it was written;
"Hello Doctor Theodore,
This is my Slave, Clythus. He is showing symptoms of extreme exhaustion to the point he is confusing flower patterned fabric for real flowers in a vase. I have never seen him like this and his previous owner assured me he is to have no per-existing health concerns. Can you please be through and see if you can help him? He has also started limping in a different spot each day. Please... Let me know if you find anything.
- Nuala
PS If you can preform a general in-depth checkup and give me an overall write up on how he is that would be greatly appreciated."
The silver male was standing nearly falling asleep on his feet and wavered a bit as his eyes drifted closed.
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Post by SagaWolf on Aug 25, 2017 9:16:46 GMT -6
RosieCommoner, Healer
soft little aching heart
  
Rosie was happy to be visiting her parents for the weekend. She'd missed them terribly after moving to the palace and to have several days together was a small blessing. Especially when she learned just how overworked her poor father had been lately. She'd insisted on pitching in, excited to see how the small clinic was getting on. Her father hadn't been kidding either! Patients kept pouring in with anything from small complaints to serious viral infections.
It made little difference to Rosie that her next patient was a slave. All citizens of Aodh would be treated with equal attention to detail... even if they looked like they could sleep on the spot. She greeted the silver stallion professional and scanned over the note in a pinch, before giving him a curious stare.
"Clythus, is it? Come in, come in, " she said, gesturing through a door into a small examination room. She closed the door behind them for privacy and put the note on a table, giving herself a moment to sip a cold cup of tea before turning her full attention on Clythus. She smiled softly, hoping her gentle approach would help calm him down. He was a bundle of nerves alright!
"I'm Rosie. My father Theodore own this clinic, I'm just pitching in for the day. Don't worry! Hah, I have all the proper education and qualification, " she explained. "I tend to the King himself when I'm not visiting family, " she added with a small wink. A joke? The truth? Hard to tell! She scanned the note again.
"Now, Clythus. It says here that you've been experiencing fatigue and joint pains. Can you tell me a little more about that? And please, have a seat if you like. "
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 27, 2017 0:35:49 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
It took everything the slave had to not just turn tail and limp back out. But here he was, standing alone, with a pretty unicorn in a secluded room. His tail was caught in the door but with it being so long he didn't even notice. As she gestured to the chair, Clythus shook his head hard and stumbled the few feet over to its position. With a small breath he attempted to sit down and gasped as his bottom hit the floor instead, sliding the chair over slightly where he decided it was easier to rest his head on the arm. Letting out another breath, this one harder then before, the stallion closed his eyes and nearly drifted off.
But she had asked him questions. He needed to answer them...
Tired, weak sunken eyes lifted and looked up at the pretty pink unicorn. "Miss Rosie, right? I-... I keep making mistakes... A-and then I-I can't sleep because I'm afraid to make more... But then I make more anyways. A-and now my body hurts... A-and I need to get up before my mistress b-but shes up with the sun so I-... I don't sleep. Haven't slept. C-can't sleep." He swallowed hard and pressed his head into the side of the chair, clearly trying to hold back tears. "I-I don't know w-what wrong with me..."
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