Alijham's Clinic

(( although I won't have access to ESO for God only knows when, the injuries continue >.> this thread is for any characters that get injured; emotionally or physically, and need some aid (as that is kind of Ali's job, cough cough), or even just want to hang out with him for a little while. Feel free to use this also as an inbox, by having your character slip whatever they need into Alijham's desk.

Paces outside the clinic biting down on his lower lip thinking. Muttering under his breath as he walked back and fourth. Only stopping a few times to stare back a this dog who seemed content to watch him pace

"Aye...maybe he is busy....but I do need some help...I..." sigh rubbing his temples in frustration eventually taking a seat on the ground outside the clinic.

Would sit for a few minutes before finally taking a deep breath hesitantly walking inside the clinic, poking his head inside first looking around before eventually taking a step inside.

"Ali? You here?" he spoke in a slightly hushed tone, hoping not wake anyone if someone was asleep.

Alijham stood and set down his charcoal. "Malyne? Aye, I'm here. What do you need?"

Nods toward Ali taking a couple steps toward him.

"I, mind if I talk to you for a little a bit? Get your opinion on a couple things?" he said speaking in a rather worn out voice, upon taking a closer look he have dark rings around his eyes and few other signs showing lack of sleep or severe exhaustion.

He stood up a little straighter, eyes softening in concern. He untied his eyepatch and set it down on his desk, taking a few steps towards Malyne. "Yes, of course. Anything you need. What is it, friend?"

He would shakes his head "I'd be a bigger liar if I said everything was ok...." he sighed frowning a bit "Bye the eight i'm honestly not even sure where to begin."

"Well, let us find a place." He patted his desk and sat down. "Sit. You look.. exhausted, to say the least."

Would pull up a chair slowly sitting down, even wincing a bit as he did for some odd reason, leaning back letting out a deep breath as he do so. "So...where to start...." he said rubbing his chin thinking for a few a moments "I suppose it may be best to get the short things out of the way first....did you hear about the boy that...got killed?" he asked, a sad distraught look would be in his eyes as he stared at the smaller Mer.

Alijham's brow dimpled. He thought for a moment. "No, I didn't. What about a boy who was killed? What does that have to do with you?" He leaned forward a bit in concern.

Sighs "The boy...he was only a teenager but before he died because of such a foul mood I was in I couldn't stand his back talking and disrespect towards everyone....I had someone bring me soap to wash the boys mouth out despite everyone calling me a bully and too stop it I kept it up...one of the citizens eventually came up and shoved me letting the boy free...which only lead to us finding out he had skooma." scowls a bit as he spoke. "I feel guilty that he died and that the last thing he had to experience was me shoving soap in his mouth...."

Alijham's expression softened considerably. He looked into Malyne's eyes, wetting his lips. "If you would like my opinion, it is that you shouldn't feel guilty. I understand the guilt, as I would feel that way, too, but you had no part in his death. If anything, it was good that you made him experience that. Allow me to elaborate: if the boy was so gone at that tender age that he thought using so much Skooma he'd overdose, whether it was intended or not, was any kind of option for anything, I seldom know if he could be salvaged as an individual reguardless of his life ceasing. The boy probably hadn't a scrap of discipline in his life, especially not self-discipline, and that is why he was like he was. You, Malyne, showed him a deal of discipline you felt he deserved. Whether or not he actually did is out of the question, but I believe strongly that a boy such as that needed the discipline. You may think it cruel now, but you didn't think that until you learned of the death. Correct? There is nothing you could have done to prevent it. It falls on his choices, which ultimately got him killed."

Expression softened up a bit, his gaze easing up, a mixture of pain and understanding in his eyes as he would seem. He would bite his lower lip waiting a few seconds before speaking. "Aye.....I suppose you're right...I just hate that someone so young, with so much to live for had to go in such a way." adjusts himself in his seat leaning forward a bit, mumbling under his breath loud enough to Ali to hear. "I need to fix this and make sure our guards are better trained."

Alijham nodded. "I know that pain. His life was a wasted one, that's true, but there isn't anything you could really have done for him." He cocked his head. "What does the guard have to do with this?"

Lets out another sigh, reaching behind his head to let his long dreadlocks down, seeming to relax more as he did so. "Well, when we found out he had Skooma the boy drawled his swords on us and did his best to avoid arrest.....as Bhidul and I tryed to apprehend him Melane tryed to shoot his arm to force him to drop the weapon, as he was literately fighting back and..." he takes in another deep breath obviously frustrated from it all. "The kid moved at the wrong time the arrow went through his neck....we tryed to save him but he pulled the arrow and bleed out within seconds..." Malyne would develop another foul scowl as his gaze slowly lowered to the floor. "I know Eranor will agree with me...but i'll be damned if another kid gets killed let alone hurt again bye one of us."

He looked down and toon a moment of silence for himself. "That's horrible. I'm not really sure what else to say than that. I'm sorry you had to experience that, Malyne. I don't want you to be guilty for something that wasn't your fault."

Malyne woudl sit there in silence for a few moments that would feel like a eternity. "I know logically it's not....but I still can't help but feel it...that's why i'm going to discuss changes with the captain when he's free concerning our guards actual training." he would lean forward setting his elbows on his legs and face in his palms. "This lycanthropy isn't helping me at all either."

"What kind of changes, though? I don't see how the way it was handled was a problem, other than Melane's dumb self doing dumb things.." He took a short breath. "Are you having trouble with the lycanthropy? I'm sure I could help with that."

Nods "Aye, if you could help that would be great, it's making it nearly impossible to sleep for me now. As for the guard just basic overall training, to not try to knock out every criminal, to talk some poor fellow from killing themselves, practice there sparring, maybe even basic medical training...just overall things to improve it...at least that's what I think."

"I don't know how much I can help you with duties, I'm not guard, but I can do wonder for your sleep. Is it just basic insomnia? Dreams..?"

Waves it off "Ah, the guard isn't you're responsibility. And if you have anything for sleep it would help....if it's simply not being restless then i'm plagued with nightmares every night." lets out a gentle sigh "If you could help with my lycanthropy that would be great. It's a pain to deal with at times."

"You'll have to get more specific, but I can deal with insomnia for sure." He reached behind him and took a number of bottles off his shelf. "Nightmares, I don't know. These may help bring you into a deeper sleep.. but nightmares, no guarantees. That's not really an illness. Not a definite one, I mean."

Alijham heard the trap door open and stood from his desk. He recognized the scent with a hint of blood, scooting over to him. "Zharim, what happened?" He put an arm around his tenderly, leading him to the work table and shelves of potions."Let me take a look."

Hanging his head down low, his voice slightly trembling "T-two bandits outside of town..." he hesitates "poor girl, she was only a courier carrying a trade order for Zharim... and they killed her" giving a heavy sigh "afterwards one of the bandits threw a knife into this ones arm, and then they ran away into the forest"

Opening up the bloody bandage revealed a fresh scar "Lucky for Zharim there was a traveler in Tall Trunks Tavern that was able to remove the dagger, and close the wound. This one just needs rest."

Alijham gritted his teeth briefly. "Bandit filth, that won't go unpunished. I'm just glad you're okay." He touched the wound gently, inspecting it. "Was it disinfected?"

shifting his eyes to the side, he raised his brow in worry "No...?" he said hesitantly "It all happened so quickly, Zharim did not think about it"

"That's important. Was the wound sewn back up, or did it heal itself? Hircine only knows what could have been on that knife. Whoever was taking care of you didn't know much about basic treatment." He reached behind him and took a handful of bottles, setting them on the table he leaned beside.

eyes shifting towards the ceiling, scratching at the side of his head with his still trembling free hand "Zharim does n-not remember if the wound was cleaned first or not, khajiit remembers s-sterile bandages?" his voice still trembling "It all h-happened so quickly" he repeated. Zharim began to rub the scar and matted fur on his forearm. "The wound healed itself after the healer saw to it."

Alijham nodded. He sorted through his little array of bottles and handed him one. "This should make sure everything's out of your system, just in case of infection." He reached out to set a gentle hand on Zharim's shoulder, searching for eye contact. "Calm yourself, Zharim. It's over now."

Looks back at Ali, returning the nod with a smile, and takes the bottle. He opens it up, and cranes his neck over the phial, smelling the contents. "This one is always afraid of how these things taste, purrhaps he should just stop sniffing them and get it over with". Raising the bottle up and tilting his head back, Zharim drinks it all.

He smiled softly with a shrug. "The better they work, the worse they taste. So I hope it's absolutely disgusting for you, Zharim. Your wound looks good, though. So that potion may be all you need. Unless you want to talk about the experience, of course. Emotional wounds are just as important--if not more--than physical ones." Alijham sat down on the desk beside of him, little legs dangling over edge.

Zharim winces slightly as the potion flows out of the bottle and through his mouth. As he finishes the last drop, Zharim covers his mouth and lets out a small laugh mixed with a light cough... Then falls silent for a moment, returning his head to eye level. "This one has witnessed atrocities like this before, though it does not make things easier" he said as he was shaking his head "That poor girl, killed for nothing". Zharim gave out a sigh, as he tapped his fingers repeatedly against the empty bottle "Khajiit will be fine".

"Because it has happened before doesn't mean it has any less of an impact," he smiled endearingly, swinging his legs briefly. "I do hope it wasn't so rancid of a taste," he chuckled. "It's just an alchemist's legend, I guess.. you're right. No one deserves to die like that. I'm sure the gods have plans for her otherwise, though. Poor love, I wish I would have been there."

"Because it has happened before doesn't mean it has any less of an impact," he smiled endearingly, swinging his legs briefly. "I do hope it wasn't so rancid of a taste," he chuckled. "It's just an alchemist's legend, I guess.. you're right. No one deserves to die like that. I'm sure the gods have plans for her otherwise, though. Poor love, I wish I would have been there."

looking at Ali, and giving a large grin "To comfort her, or to tear the bandits apart?" he chuckles

Alijham smirked lightly. He shrugged. "Well, both of course."

Begins arching his back, and stretching his muscles. Returning to a relaxed state he smiles and rubs the scar "Zharim thanks you, this one should let Ali get back to his work"

"Of course. I'm here whenever you need me, Zharim, be it a wound or just a talk. Do not feel obliged to leave unless you have other duties to attend. I have all the time you may need of me." He nodded softly.

Gives a slight nod and a smile "Thank you Ali, Khajiit should return to the tavern, he has been spending more time behind the bar counter then in front of it these days" he says as he roars with laughter.

(( lol oops I didn't mean to press warning

Bhidul would poke his head inside the clinic, looking at Ali sheepishly, "Greetings, Ali." He stared at him in a strange way for a moment before he stepped up closer to him. "Do you have a moment to look at an injury?" The way he limp-walked obviously would indicate that he was a little hurt on one of his legs.

Alijham stood from his desk. He smiled softly, striding over to Bhidul. "Of course. What might be the problem?" He asked.

Zharim gives a slight wave in the air, saying goodbye. As he passes to leave the room, Zharim pats Bhidul on the shoulder.

Alijham waved to Zharim and smiled softly.

Pulled off his boot, pointing to his exposed shin. A small, hooked arrowhead was lodged deep inside his leg, "This one was not able to remove this. Are you able to?"

Alijham leaned in to get a better look. "I will, but I will have to numb you graciously. I can either out you to sleep and pull it out if you get squeamish, or numb you here and do it."

"Right here and right now would be best, Ali. Best we get to the 'point'... heh..." he cracked an utterly stupid pun with a following chuckle.

He couldn't help a laugh, reaching back to grab a number of bottles off the shelf behind him. He unpocketed a small metal stick with a point. "Tell me when you're ready. It'll pinch."

Gave a stern nod, "This one is ready. Let the stinging begin." he braced himself.

Alijham dipped the stick into one of his bottles and braced his fingers against Bhidul's arm, thrusting it in beside of the wound. "It will take a moment to numb."

Would wince as he felt the metal stick entered his wound. He twitched a little, but settled down, beginning to somewhat tolerate the pain at first.

"You won't feel it when I pull it out. Tell me when the pain subsides," he watched it. "This should be a quick operation I reckon."

Elsy walked in slowly. She made as little noise as possible as not to disturb Ali's work, and quietly leaned against the wall, careful to make sure Ali wouldn't see her just yet. She would lock eyes with Bhi briefly in a silent plead for him to keep quiet. She didn't want to be noticed just yet.

Her shirt would be carelessly ripped up, torn to shreds up until just below her bust, gauze wrapped around her midsection to cover the skin there. She folded her arms across her chest, though a stain of fresh blood could be seen in the gauze over one of her ribs. Her breathing was slow and shallow, and as soundless as she could make it.

Although her efforts to keep him from seeing her succeeded, he smelled her all the same. A little gasp rasped from his lips and he gave Bhi's shoulder a firm clasp. "Let that numb," he beckoned, before running to her.

"Elsy! What happened?" He gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Come here, come here," he lead her beside Bhi's at his desk.

She shook her head and gave him a small smile. "Don't let me interrupt your work. I will be fine to stand here a bit longer." She reluctantly followed but continued to stand with her arms folded across her chest when they approached Bhi.

She let out a little sigh. "It was an accident... An archer... Well, they need to work on their aim ((*glares at Epitokos*)). They were trying to hit a..." she paused for a moment as if choosing her words carefully, "...an elk. And they hit me instead. Luckily Krimie found me. She sterilized the wound and wrapped me up as best as she could and to the best of her knowledge." She looked down at herself with a small frown, "She utterly destroyed my shirt though."

"No, no, Bhi needs a bit to numb. Let me see. I'm glad she found you, gods, do you need anything for pain? Thank Hircine you're okay."

She shook her head then stopped and reconsidered, "Perhaps... Krimie gave me really strong alcohol in an attempt to numb it some. I think I'll be alright, I just thought I'd have you look at it and dress the wound a bit more properly."

He nodded, reaching to unwrap her wound softly. "I'll do that then. It looks like she did a good job sterilizing."

She held back what would be a painful laugh in the form of a smirk. "Aye, I'm surprised, given she thought it a good idea to drink some of the sterilizing alcohol because it was called 'alcohol.' She was rather disappointed to find it wasn't quite what she was thinking."

It would appear that she was lucky enough to have the arrow strike her rib, hitting nothing vital. The wound was fairly deep but the compression had slowed the bleeding greatly.

The bridge of his nose wrinkled. "Damn, Krimie," he chuckled. He grabbed a clump of bandages off the shelf behind him and began wiping down her wound with a warm, damp cloth.

She grimaced, a little wince escaping as he cleaned the wound. She looked away, not wanting to see any of the blood. "Is Bhi alright? What happened to him?" Her eyes flicked to the numbing Khajiit.

"Aye. He's quite well, just has an arrowhead in his arm I need to remove. It's nothing super urgent or delicate, I injected him with a numbing elixir so he wouldn't feel me pull it out." He began re-wrapping with the new bandages.

She nodded, "Good to hear it's nothing too serious." She lifted her arms to try to make it easier to wrap.

"It's been a while since I've gotten a serious injury in," he smiled. He finished wrapped and leaned to kiss her cheek. "Does it feel any better?"

"Good." She smiled to his kiss and nodded, "Aye, thank you Ali." She took his hand briefly. "I'll leave you to help Bhi."

He nodded and gave her hand a small squeeze. "Be careful with that, and come back to get it re-wrapped once you bathe or dirty it. Be safe."

"I will." She smiled, "You be safe too." She would let their hands pull apart as she left, nodding a goodbye to Bhi. "Feel better, friend." She would smile to the two before turning to descend the ladder.

"That I will," he nodded to her as he watched her leave, strolling back to Bhi. "That should be plenty bum now. Ready for me to pull it out?"

Gave Elsynia a small salute from where he was sitting, "Greetings, ma'am." he looked back at Ali, "Very well."

"Alright," Alijham nodded. He grabbed a small knife from his shelf and positioned it on the side of the wound. He gave it a push, breaking the skin just barely. "Can you feel that?"

Hloriella limps into the room, a set of heavy bandages wrapped around her right ankle and across her left shoulder. Dried blood decorated her torn and filthy shirt surrounding the shoulder bandage. Her face smudged with dirt and small sticks clung to her braided hair, a large dark bruise lay across her forehead.
"Hey....one eye." She groaned, looking around for Alijham. "Elsynia tells me you can put me back together?"

He perked up from his desk and scuttled over to her. "Oh, dear Hircine. Are you alright? I.. aye, I can. What happened?"

"Well..." Hobbling over to his desk, her eyes darted to the side as she spoke. "I uh, fell. Feels like some bits may have broke."

"Fell, huh?" Alijham smiled lightly, shrugging. He patted his desk beside of her. "Sit. Would you mind removing the bandages for me, or would you like me to?"

"I'll do it." She scoffed, sitting on the desk. Carefully, she unwrapped the bandages compressing her ankle. A bulge of swollen tissue around the joint? She winced as the last of it was pulled off. Biting her lip, she began to attempt removing the shoulder bandage with her right arm. "Irrrrgh!" She squealed as she tried to maneuver the bandage up and over her head. "Ok...may need some help on this one. Maybe."

He chuckled softly. "Bad fall? Aye, let me see." He took it with an incredible gentleness and began to peel it up. "Is it stuck to your skin?"

"Ah...might be. There was a bit of blood and puss in there last I checked. Damn it all, shoulder hurts something wicked." She hisses as she feels him gingerly pull the bandage. "Also....ah...Alijham, I think something may have um..."
-Her left shoulder would have a massive deep tissue bite wound just above the collar bone close to the neck. The collar bone below would be fractured and swollen. The surrounding skin would be red and inflamed, dried blood and puss would be stuck to the bandage.-

He nodded, pulling up the bandage. He reached behind him on the shelf for a roll of fresh ones. He began to re-wrap, lifting a lip to the bite wound. "And where did this come from? Did you fall on to a senche tiger?" He chuckled, inspecting it. "What bit you?"

*outside RJ voice could be heard* ALI!!! ALI!!!! *the voice gets closer*

Grimacing, she hesitated, biting her lip. Her tone became deadly serious as she spoke, "Alijham....it..ah...it was...." She stopped as she heard the voice outside shouting, sighing in relief.

*the sound of footsteps hurrying comes forth RJ still calling* ali! we need your help! *as if right outside the door*

He listened to her, attention split by the yelling outside. He growled, brow furrowing. "What!?" He yelped. "I am working with someone right now! You either voice what the problem is, or you wait!" A rather uncharacteristic anger swept over him, balling his hands into fists.

Hloriella grimaced again, noticing Ali's angry reaction. "Um, you know? Ha, I think it must have been a tiger....yeah. I hit my head preeetty hard and was out for some time..." -The bite wound would be indistinguishable from that of a large cat, but to those with good medical or anatomical knowledge it would seem canine in nature.-
Gritting her teeth, "Can't you do something about this pain? Feels like fire dancing on my skin!"

*entering the clinic with 2 other soldiers holding a man behind him* this man need medical attention as soon as you can ali *the men have put a bandage around his neck the man shaking trying not to die* a crossbow hit his neck i think his arty has been severed hes bleeding pretty bad ali please help him your the closest medical personel he would die before we got back to the fort

"I don't like being lied to," he said quietly to the woman before turning. He gasped quietly, running over to guide them to lay the injured man his worktable. He quickly got to removing the bandage, asking no questions. "Hang on," he mumbled, grabbing a new wad of bandages and a clutch of potion bottles.

Her lips parted as if to say something, but instead she bite hard into her lower lip as she furrowed her brow. Her gaze turned to the bloody mess of a man being brought in to the clinic. Raising her upper lip, she winced at the unfortunate site, unable to take her eyes off of them.

"You can clean the wounds yourself if you wish, just grab some cotton from the top shelf and the opaque blue bottle. That liquid will burn a bit, but it does the trick--should unstick that bandage, too," he said to her, working on the man in critical condition. "Hang on," he said to him, cleaning the wound and plugging it with new bandages.

*the man clinches the bed and shakes* errrr!!!! *blood trying to rush out from under the bolt* RJ and another soldier hold his arms so he doesnt get in alijhams way "Jackson hold on alright man!"

"Right then..." looking away from the scene, her eyes searched the shelf for the items. "Blue bottle....blue. Bottle." Squinting her eyes, she managed to grab a handful of cotton and a blue bottle. "No problem."
Nearly dropping the bottle from the sounds of the man, she clasped her fingers around the lid, popping it open. With some difficulty, she managed to dip the cotton into the bottle and began to apply the substance. "A faint grin appeared, "Heh, this stuff isn't so ba-" Her eyes lit up and grew wider then the moons as the liquid began to sting and burn. She spat out a colorful array of dunmari curses.

"Don't use too much," he said to the woman, before turning back to the man. He took hold of the bolt, pressing his fingers down around it, holding the bandages in place, and slipped the bolt out of his throat. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "There was no time for numbing." He pulled even more bandages and plugged the hole he'd created. He grabbed a tiny bottle, clear, with pink liquid inside. He held up the man's chin and tipped it into his mouth. "That should stop the bleeding and help with pain," he said softly to him. "Breathe steady, you're going to be just fine. Think about something pleasant and listen to the birds outside." He wiped his forehead with a cold, damp rag.

*he lay there motionless looking up the celing*

He held a hand firm on his chest to push it down and bring it back up, checking and attempting a regulation of his breaths. He clasped his lips shut and listened.

*still motion less one dominion soldier looked down the other walked outside*

Alijham stared at him for a moment. His lips parted. "Fuck," he mumbled, a tad bewildered. He immediately clasped his hands together and began compressing his chest.

Groans as the attempts to wipe some of the extra fluid off with another cotton, precedes to get said cotton stuck in the wound. "SSSSSS GAAAAH!" She hisses as she tries to remove it, completely ignorant of the drama unfolding on the work table.

Alijham hardly heard her, wearing himself out pumping the other man's chest.

*RJ speaks up* ali.....ali hes gone

Holding a piece of cotton in her gritted teeth, dabbing the wound with her free hand, she turns to the table as RJ speaks. The man lay motionless. For a faint moment, a look of sadness settles in her ruby eyes.

Alijham paused. He swallowed, staring at the man's face. "I.. I know. Do you think.. do you think you could prepare his body for a burial, Ro'John?" He glanced down, melancholy. He sucked his lips into his mouth.

"yea we can burry him with full honors" RJ reaches down his right gautlet and forarm covered in blood some his own some jacksons the other soldier there helps RJ

"Thank you. I can't stand to look at bodies," he nibbled on his lip.

Shaking her head at RJ as she views the lifeless form on the table, she returns to dabbing and poking her at her wound. Spitting out the cotton between her teeth in a yelp, "UUGH, Patchy, can 't you do SOMETHING about this pain?"

"Yes, of course I can. You could have asked me when it started to hurt," a small smile returned to his face, but the sadness lingered in his eyes. He glanced back at the dead man before grabbing a bottle from his shelf. He handed it to her. "Drink that. I.. wish I could have done more for him. That bolt split his jugular and he bled out in a matter of minutes."

Raising her upper lip, "Well, not much you can do for something like that. He was going to die, and he certainly did." Taking the bottle from his hand, giving it an inquisitive look. "Why worry about it anyway? It's not like they care anymore. Being dead and all." She downs most of the contents, sticking her tongue out. "Blegh...how long till this stuff works anyway?"

*poking his head through the door* thanks for trying ali and hey mind if i stop by on the way back get this cut looked at? id hate to have to stay in a infirmary over a cut again and miss out on the clean up operations were conducting

"Just a minute or two, that stuff is for urgent pains. I.. suppose you're right. I'm just a lachrimat," he smiled awkwardly, looking to Ro'John. "O-Of course. Whenever you can I'll take a look."

"Heh, a minute or two? Now where talking!" She groans, grinning, still eying the now empty bottle. Turning with a half dazed stare, "A Lach-ri-who? I thought you where a doctor." She narrows her eyes with suspicion.

He chuckled. "Lacrimat; it means I'm sensitive. I am indeed an apothecary."

"O-oh." She huffs indignantly before a smile stretched across her face. "Can't imagination that helps ya sleep at night in this line of work." She cocks her head to the side, looking at her shoulder, "Hey, this stuff starting to feel pretty good! Feels...all tingly. My collar bone still feels funny. Ya think it's infected? It smells infected..."

"No, it doesn't. But I love helping people," he ran a hand through his hair. "Perhaps it is infected, but the liquid you put on it should kill any infection."

Shrugging, wavering her hand dismissively "Pssh, whatever man." Briefly smiling at her wound, "Ah, very good then. Last thing I need is a horde of bugs nesting in my fresh. Ugh." Biting her lip, she stares as the bite before turning to meet Alijham eye to eye. "Soooo....what ah... what should I do now?"

"That depends on whether or not you want it. I can teach you to use it in useful ways," he gave a serious, but soft smile. "I assure you, there is no way bugs will be nesting in your skin."

*RJ returns at a later time to get his cuts examined he enters the clinic* alright im back ali

"Where are these wounds you were talking about?" He asked, sitting on his desk. "Lemme see."

She remains silent as RJ returns. Biting her lip harder, she stared looking at the floor, then back at her shoulder. For a long pause she sat musing in silence before she turned her gaze at Alijham. "Suppose...suppose I should accept-" her eyes dart to RJ as she spoke cautiously. "-Um...want...'this thing' then?"

"I'm asking you if you want it," he dipped his head. "Since it's so early in the transition, there are ways to cure it before it potentially becomes dangerous. But if you want it, I can teach you to control it."

She glared at him with a stone cold gaze, studying his face before a grin arched across her lips. "Yes. Why, I think I do." Looking back to her bite, "I'm sure of it."

"Alright, then," he nodded once. "Then so be it."

Messing with her braid with her good arm, her eyes full of questions, her cruel scowl reappeared. Quietly, she mutters "How many are there?"

"Here?" He asked. "A few. Many, I'd say." He wet his lips, glancing away. "Me."

Reeling back surprised, blinking, she mouths the words, "you?" Staring at him intensely, "Vehking....you too?!" She places her hand on her forehead.

"More than you think," he wet his lips. "I was born one. But.. I'll get into that later."

Still in a scowl, "Born...gah, this town I swear." She shakes her head. "You better tell me." She hisses lowly. "Ugh, I think I need more of that pain killer, or a mazte, or both." She chews on the end of her braid impatiently.

*begins to remove his armor his body has scared from war he shows ali a cut on his left forearm the arm he holds his shield with and one more small puncture wound to the back from a orc spear men* "id rather not have to take time away from the men if thats possible"

"I don't think that's the way to ask nicely," he cocked his head with a small smirk. "What's the pain like? Is it a throbbing, piercing..?"

"Humph!" She grumbled, scowling, "My ankle and shoulder throb, feels like a sharp barb if I try to move it." Looking at Ro'John as he removes his armor, exposing various nicks and wounds. "Heh, what chewed you up?" She quips.

"Alright then, let's clean you up." He grabbed the same bottle the woman used for her wounds, dabbing some of the liquid on to a cotton swab. He began patting the cut and the puncture. "It may sting a bit, but it'll go away. The pink liquid on the second shelf is for aches."

looks to ahzrji "the war has chewed me up many times already" he looked down at the floor "the pain comes and goes but now that you mention it the heat of the moments gone so its coming back it just a throbbing sensation in a way but also stings like a wasp"

(( Rping Hloriella not Azh, for some reason the forum isn't showing I changed the name >.> ))
"Heh, that stuff will sting something fierce you know." She teases the wounded RJ. "Though I'm sure it'll be nothing like a jab with a spear."

he smirkes "or being hacked in the back and side by a barbaric nord? that was the worst one yet, the docs back at the infirmary would make me miss weeks with these wounds cant afford that with all thats going on."

Alijham listened as he clean the wounds. "I'll need to stitch this back wound, Ro'John. Would you like me to numb it?"

Winces at RJ as he speaks, sneering as she looks him up and down. "ugh...that sounds...pleasant. Nords."

"I like nords," Alijham shrugged. "But they can indeed be a tad overzealous."

"A tad? Heh, I've met orcs with more grace then nords..." Closing her eyes, she tilts her head up smugly. "Or was it a...oh never mind. Never knew you Khajiit could be so damn hardy." She looks at Alijham quizzically, "Or you Bosmer for that matter."

"do what you must doc" he shrugged "on the battlefield their barbaric"

"They are devastating in battle. I respect them, they don't get enough credit for how much tactic actually goes into it--not just raw power. They're kind of known as the stupid race, which is completely innacurate. I've lived in Windhelm for much of my life." Alijham nodded and turned back to Ro'John, slathering a jelly-like substance over the wound on his back. "Give that a little time to numb."

smirking "we recently turned a nordic army back a few months back before i came back home had one jump on shields screaming like a mad man but he was the only one who did it, now granted they are good people im sure but when your on the other side of that army and you fight them for life or death your respect for them seems to slightly lessen the more men you see get cutdown by them but i guess thats war for ya i just hope that when this is over everyhing goes back to normal"

"The stupid race.." She chuckled as she listened. "Windhelm? Where in Oblivion is that? Some nord village or something?" Her brow raised, before turning to RJ, "If they are on the other end of your dagger, they aren't good people." Giving a half shrug with her good shoulder, "But I suppose with enough booze even your former foes could be down right chummy some day."

"Nord city. One of the biggest civilizations in the province," he corrected. "And perhaps it's the other way around."

She simply stared at Ali with a stupefied expression, narrowing her eyes at his last remark before speaking again. "Nord city, really. Bet it's got nothing on Vivec city..." She mumbled.

"ali cmon your a bosmer the ebonheart pact sees them as enemies no diffrent then the khajiits the dark elfs view them as slaves and theifs its just a big cirlce in reality" RJ lets out a sigh "and thats why this war will continue cause its just a big circle.."

"Humph", She groans indignantly, "Not all of us Dunmer see you big cats as slave folk only, you know." She begins to peel off the stuck portion of her bandages. "At least, not us smart ones."

(( sorry it'll be a bit before I can reply, I want to put some time into it instead of just a quick thing, and I don't have the time. Busy weekend <3

"you'll have to forgive me time on the front and liberating a group of khajiit slaves has made me rather sour"

"C'mon yourself, they are a good people with a rich and beautiful culture, just like everyone else. And you can't say that if you've never even seen it, it sure does have a thing on Vivec. Size doesn't measure the beauty and greatness of a city, though." He began to stitch Ro'John.

takes deep breaths "you know ali how come you didnt join any of the empires as a mender? you seem to have it the treatments down and what not could possibly save lots of lives out there in cryodill"

"Bah!" She waves her hand, "I would have to see it with my own eyes." She winces as she watches Ali stitch Ro'John's back, turning away.

"I'm no soldier, Ro'John. One of the few things I can't do. I can only heal medicinally, where they need quick, restorative healers with heaps of magica out on the field. I could never."

"understandable ali have you ever had to try and treat stress from war?"

"One or twice I have, actually."

Peeling off the last of the stuck bandage, looking up once to see Ali stitching RJ's back then quickly looking away. "I don't envy that task. Surely a good strong rum would suffice?"

"hopefully we will win in 3 winters i feel the ebon heart doesnt have much left in her the daggerfall coventant have just stuck to their borders"

He chuckled. "Not in war, my dunmeri friend."

"I know nothing of this war save that I want to be as far away from it as possible." She dropped the sullied bandage onto the ground.

"I know more about it than I'd like, but I, too, want to stay as far as possible.."

"thats why i joined up aside from fame to keep it so people who didnt want to fight didnt have to and to keep the war as far away as possible" he paused "sadly back home some dont see it that way they look at soldiers and see normal folk look at one who clears out a spider hole or kills a monster and they hail them as a hero"

"That's sad," he sighed, "but true. It really is a shame."

"To be fair, giant spiders are horrifying, I have heard." Half shrugging as she inspects her swollen ankle, "Hardly worthy of the title of 'hero' though." She looks at Ro'John with a slightly gratifying glare. "I suppose it's folks like you I should be thanking, after all, if it wasn't for this silly war I wouldn't have a safe- well, a place to stay." Turning back to her foot in an irritated huff, "Not that I would, thank you that is."

"Don't be so gritty," he said to her. "There is nothing wrong worh gratitude, it is not 'weak' to appreciate someone and make it known. You mustn't put on that front."

Tilting her head up in surprise, her eyes look back down at an old arrow mark in the back of her heel. Turning her head up again, she simply gives Ali a long, stern, unamused stare.

(( what happened to your other char ic? are you just changing mains, or did he die ;~;

He stared at her firmly for a moment, but then he smiled. It was soft and sincere, but there was some cinecality in his eyes. "It will do you no good, you know, putting on a front."

(( No Ahzriji is alive and well (And married to Do'Wadiq now!) I just wanted to focus on a more sassy/confrontational character for a while as Ahzriji is very reserved/subtle and works best with complementing large rp events. I also like to rotate :3 ))

Her expression softened a bit, "Just...just focus on your sewing, Patches." For the smallest moment, a smile appeared before fading back into her blue face.

(( k sweet, you had me worried for a bit there xD I love Ahzriji

He looked at her for a bit longer, a gentle sympathy in his eyes. He then looked back to Ro'john. "Done," he said. "How's that feel?"

"tight but ill live got to get back out in the field as soon as possible"

He held out two bottles, one blue and one pink. "Take those for the pain if it comes. The blue one is to rub on the wound, and the pink one you consume."

"Heh" she chuckled, eyeing the bottles, " I wouldn't want to get those two mixed up." Looking to Ro'John, " Already off to go get stabbed again. Sure you shouldn't, like, wait a day or two?"

"He doesn't care," he chuckled. "He needs to do his war thing."

She simply rolls her eyes, "War thing indeed. I'm sure he will be back."

"Aye," he shrugged.

"somebodies gotta keep the bandits in check and put to the sword" he chuckled "im sure itll be awhile i dont plan on getting stabbed again for a while"

"Hmph. Don't let them make a nice rug of you now." She smirks, before turning to Ali. "So, patches, do you think you could, I don't know, re-bandage this mess on my shoulder? And my ankle?" Old bandages now cover the floor and parts of the desk in a messy heap.

"Oh! Yes, I'm sorry. I was preoccupied." He grabbed a clump from his desk. "Come, let me see."

She grumbled as she positioned her shoulder closer to him, pointing at it. "This thing? This bite thing? Cover it up. I think, I think something happened to my collar bone too." Her eyes moving to her right ankle, she points at it. "That hurts too." Two older arrow scars would be visible on both her ankles and two slit marks on both her knees.
"Patch me up, er, patches." She grinned.

He snorted at her subtle pun, nodding. "I can do that." He began to bandage.

Looking to her feet as he bandaged, "So...you mentioned you can, uh, teach me how to control this, right?" She spoke in a hushed whisper. "And that, there are others?"

He nodded. "It's really quite simple, how to control it. Well.. if you are accustomed to personal adaptation. Simpler than you may thing."

(( think*

"Heh, well, I'm pretty damn good at adapting." She leaned her head back in a cocky manner, nearly falling off the desk. Catching herself, she groaned. "Well, I've made it this long any who." turning her glance to his face, "Have you ever...eaten anyone?"

"I'm bosmeri, my dear. Of course I have. Not.. in the beast form, no, but I have." He watched her with slight amusement.

Sticking her tongue out in a grimaced disgust, "Oh bugger I forgot you people...oh how gross." With a shake of her head she continued. "So, let me get this straight. As a mer you've eaten flesh yet as a beast you have not, yes? What is to separate the two then?" Her brow raised as she awaited his response.

"It is not at all gross. It's a show of respect, actually. Plus, one should never waste what could be consumed instead of rotting," he ran a hand through his hair. "There is not much difference for me; beast or mer."

Her nose still wrinkled in disgust, "What of your peoples bones? Do you not venerate them?"
Hearing the second part of his words, her face relaxed sullenly. "Well, there is that we can agree on, then." Shifting her shoulder as he worked. "How did it happen?" She pointed to his patch. "Loose it in a bet or something?"

"The bones are eaten. Everything is eaten," he wet his lips with a small laugh. "It was a skeever. It attacked me when I was a small boy, infected this entire side of my face and killed my eye. It's still there, just useless and white." He ran a finger down the scar down his cheek.

She could hardly contain her laughter as he spoke. "A, a skeever? As in a rat?" She continued until she nearly doubled over, groaning slightly from pain. "Sorry, sorry, it's just, sorry!" She looked more closely at his scar, finally ceasing her laughing. "Hey, at least it doesn't effect your work, er, does it?"

He snorted, laughing a bit himself. "Yes. I was six. It does indeed affect my work, as my hand-eye coordination and depth perception are at the very least slightly impaired. I don't think that you, as a tiny, helpless girl, would be laughing as a rabbid rodent tore your face open and disabled you for life." He smiled snarkily.

"I'll be sure to remember that should I ever need stitches...though you sewn up that cat pretty damn well." Eying him with mild irritation, her brow furrowed. "Humph, I handled far worse as a woman, I'm sure I would have managed just fine at that age." Huffing smugly, "Better, even perhaps!" Puffing out her flat chest, she turned away pompously.

He scoffed. "Do not assume things about people you do not know. Greatness is not measured in suffering or not suffering. No child would "manage well" losing an eye. Or anyone at all for that matter, age of no difference. Why must you think yourself so omnipotent? It's childish, really, and you mustn't retain that attitude. You remind me of myself as a teenager." He was stern and apprehensive, but rather gentle in his tone. He reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder. "I would really like to know what causes you to be this way."

Raising her brow at his forwardness, her stance faltered. "I..umm..ah...sorry.." Taken completely by surprise at his words, she stuttered. Her eyes searched his face silently before she spoke again, her stubbornness returning. "So, you expect me to relay some kind of childhood sob story to you? Sorry to disappoint, but up until about a year or two ago everything in my life was fantastic. I grew up in the seat of House Hlaalu, all the comforts that come with it." She waved her hand dismissively at him. "And I AM sorry about your eye." She sputtered back at him stubbornly.

"Hey," he said in almost a whisper, soft and loving. His features relaxed. "No, that's not what I want. I want you to do what is the best for yourself, and I think that's being yourself. I'm not the brightest mer, but I'm bright enough to know this rock-headed young lady isn'twho you are. Why don't you sit down, and I'll get you some tea. I want to talk."

“I don’t, wait you want to talk?” She blinked twice, furrowing her brow in slight bewilderment. “Fine. I suppose I can go for something warm to drink. It’s not something gross is it? Like, it’s just regular tea, right?” She hopped off the desk and took a more comfortable seat, watching him carefully.

"Yes. What else would I want to do? And no, it's nothing gross." He rounded the corner with the clank of a few mugs and came back. "It'll take a few minutes." He sat down on the corner of his desk, crossing his stocky legs over one another and folding his hands in his lap.

“I don’t know, yell maybe? Lecture? Throw stuff at me?” Chuckling, she threw her arm behind her chair, stretching out her newly wrapped ankle. “Heh, no one want’s to just ‘talk’.” She smirked, looking away.

"Well, I'm not that kind of man. I don't know who you're used to be around around.. but that's not me. And I'm not positive what you're implying, but I'm engagaed." He played with his hair, leaning back on his desk. "Why are you so stubborn then, hmm? Something must have caused that."

“Humph.” Breathing in slowly, she rested her hand on her chin. “Why don’t we see the Dunmer riding Kagouti, making them beasts of burden instead of the timid guar?” Shooting a glance at Ali, she continued.
“To be stubborn is to survive. Surely, you know that?” Leaning her head back, her braid fell loose behind her. “House mer simply roll right over the meek, House politics, business as usual, all that loveliness.”
Raising her head back up, wincing from her collar bone shifting, she attempted to crack her knuckles. “Not that one fares much better in the filthy wilds. Though I’ve found that if a Kagouti stubbornly keeps bashing a rock hard enough, eventually it breaks.”

"You don't have to be stubborn to survive, my dear. You must have a level head and a heart of hide, but not one that lacks compassion and conviction. I have learned that. I've experienced the consequences of being stubborn, and they, in no way, compare to working towards ways of.. well, love. To be frank. If you remain the way you are, you will not like your outcome. Trust me. Do you trust me?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but the word’s failed to appear. Silently, she mouthed the words “love” before rolling her eyes. Looking to the bite in her shoulder, she turned back to him. “Well, you know about this little secret, I suspect I don’t have much choice in trust here.” Her ruby eyes fixated on his before she spoke, her voice uncharacteristically quiet. “What if I told you I never intended to leave the bar the night I arrived?”

"What if? You just did tell me. It changes nothing thusfar. How did you end up leaving, then?"

Gritting her teeth, she hesitated before replying in a swift tone. “I ah...was escorted out and promptly arrested. Where is that tea you promised me anyway?”

"Why, exactly? The tea's not done yet, it has to finish steeping."

"Ah." Scratching behind her neck with her good arm, she looked away. "About that." Letting out a sigh, "I may have pissed some people off. And I may have thrown a bottle. The glass, well..." She gulped. "Found their way into that lovely Bosmer woman, Krim's throat." Her face turned red as her brow furrowed. "It ah, it was bad." Raising her hand to her face, she continued. "Heh, it's kinda funny, really. That sort of thing has happened before. Not a bottle of course, but I have a tendency of...um...of...um...are you sure the tea isn't done?"

He couldn't help a small chuckle--guiltily, of course. "I didn't know that was your doing. Things happen, and Krimie has her tendencies, but that's still no excuse." He smiled rather endearingly.

"Perhaps it is, I'll go check." He rounded the corner to take a look.

"Yes, that was my doing. It was an accident though, I swear!" Letting out a sigh of relief, she sank into the chair, leaning her head back.

"You don't have to try and convince me of what it was. Honestly, I don't care. So.. what brought you to Vulkwasten in the first place?"

“Oh…well, you see, I guess family?” Her response was curt. Looking away anxiously, her eyes searched the room to ensure they were alone. “Ugh…” She rubbed her forehead. “I need to tell somebody. Can you promise not to utter any of this to, like, anyone?” Her brow furrowed in mixed agitation and anxiety. “I mean it. Not a soul.”

"Of course." He pressed a finger to his lips and nodded. "What is it?"

"Good, because I swear if you utter a word..." Her brow still furrowed, she spoke. "I'm trusting you, Patchy." She let out a long, drawn out sigh. "Back in Vivec, I discovered my 'real' father had actually been a Bosmer . Or rather, the whole Hlaalu Canton did. One thing led to another and well, I found myself on the other end of the law."

She raised her hands up, "You ever been on the other end of an angry Ordinator? I don't recommend it." Shifting in her seat, she tried to conceal any shaking her body was doing. "Then some things happened. Got mixed in with some bad folk for a while." She grit her teeth. "Something...happened to their leader and I ran." Taking in a slow breath. "I came here because it was the land of you Bosmer, the land of my stupid father. I came here to die." Looking at her hands, she made a fist. "Heh, looks like you got your sob story after all." She relaxed, as if releasing a long held weight.

"You swear if I utter a word.. absolutely nothing. You will do absolutely nothing. I am here to listen to you, and that's what I will soon. What you tell me here stays here. I don't want a sob story, I want to help you. I've been on the other side of the law, believe it or not, and I've been on with bad people. I've done thing things I regret, as we all have. Perhaps you have come here to die, but you will do no such thing as much as I can help it. "

Silently looking at him, her facial expression remained unchanged. A tear rolled down her cheek. “Well, good.” Turning her head to the side, “Honestly, I have never met such a...weird gathering of individuals. Perhaps there are worst places to be. Worst fates. I mean, I could be stuck with an eye patch.” She teased, an amused grin returning to her face.

"Aye, we are not typical," he smiled. "But in a good way. Every other fate but this is worse, I do believe." He snorted. "Perhaps."

"I suppose so, I may yet grow to like it here. Less Ordinators, anyway." With a stern gaze, she gave a small hint of a smile. "Thanks. You know, for putting me back together." She gestured to her shoulder and ankle. "Wait, I don't have to pay you, right?"

"Truly less. Less everything, really, besides good folk and drinks." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Not a problem, it's what I do. You don't have to pay me a single drake."

"Except the bugs." Giving him a nod, she finally smiled. "Well, I owe you one."

"You don't owe me anything," he leaned back on his desktop.

"Now. Where is this tea you promised me?" She grinned. "You know, I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to have been running around with trouble." She exhaled, looking relaxed.

"I guess I'm pretty good at faking," he smirked with a shrug, scooting over to grab her tea and his. He handed her the mug. "It was bad, aye. I was suck a trouble maker as a boy."

Giving the tea a quick sniff, blowing on it, she sipped it slowly. "Mmm, not bad. What changed you then?" Looking back to him with a serious expression.

"Losing my family," he said softly, staring into his tea.

"Oh." She utters, continuing to sip her tea. "Sorry to hear that." A soft expression lingers on her normally hardened face. "You were close to em', then?"

"Well, not my.. not that family. My wife and children." He wet his lips. "T-Thank you."

Frowning, her ruby eyes widened. "Your, wife and children?" Falling silent, she stared into her reflection in her tea. "I see. I didn't mean to, ya know, bring up old pains."

"It's okay," he said quietly. "It's been a long time."

Rubbing the back of her neck, "I'm probably not the greatest at this...but, ya wanna, talk about it?" She tilts her head slightly to the side and raises a brow, struggling to get out the sentence. "I mean, usually I end up making people...well, I'm willing to listen to ya."

He chuckled weakly. "I'm normally the one asking that question, but.. I suppose a bit..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well then this is somethin' new for the both of us." She leaned forward carefully. She spoke softly, an unusual change from her usual brash tone. "You know my pains, now spill yours..." gently she made a hand gesture for him to proceed.

"I had six children. My wife was imperial, so they were all hybrid. They all had my eyes," he smiled gently with a shrug, solomnly looking down.

"Six..." She mouthed silently, clutching her mug. She finally spoke, trying to keep her tone as soft as possible despite normal tenancies. "I see...what um, ah...please, go on."

He just looked down, not saying anything for a time.

"I don't want to talk about it, I'm sorry. Re-opening old wounds is not what I need."

Giving a low nod, she looked solemnly at him. "F---, I'm..so sorry." Her eyes cast to the side before stumbling to her feet. "Your a good bosmer, you know that?"

"It's alright," he set a hand on her shoulder. He smiled. "Thank you."

She offered him a smile. "Right then. I Think I'm well enough to scuttle off." Walking to the door frame, her face full of rare sympathy. "Thank you, look...if you, need a hand or something..." She rubs her shoulder, "I know a great deal about poisons."

"Alright. Be careful out there." He smiled back. "Of course, it's what I'm here for. Thank you.. but I think I'm fine. I know quite a bit about them myself."

"Right, I'll try not to loose any important pieces." She gave him a nod before leaving.

"And if you do, come to me," he said as she walked out and returned to his paperwork.

The next time Ali enters the clinic, he would find an inconsolable Fedris crouching over a very beaten and bloody Hloriella that had been dropped off the night before.
Do to a concussion, blood loss, and lack of serious medical attention apart from a healing spell, Hloriella was comatose.

Alijham gasped and scuttled over to her. "Oh, dear gods! I heard what happened," he bit his lip. "I.. what can I do for here?"

Fedris shook his head before turning to look at Ali, bags hung under his tear soaked eyes. “Sh...she won’t wake up...why won’t she wake up?”

"Krimie put her into comatose. I read the report," he sighed, wetting his lips. "The best thing I can do for her is clean up her wounds and monitor her; hoping she'll wake up."

"Y'ffre..." He lowered his head, sobbing. Raising his head back, he looked at Ali with confused and pleading eyes, "W-why? Why did she do this? She could have, they could have just talked...I just found her, I can't, I can't lose her!" Gritting his teeth he cried into his hands.

"I don't know why she did it. They could have talked it out like women. Hlor didn't deserve this, but she wasn't completely innocent, either." He reached out to run the backs of his fingers down her cheek with a sigh, getting his supplies and cleaning up her wounds. "She didn't deserve this. She'll be okay, and Krimie will be rightfully punished. I'll make sure of it. She.. I'm thoroughly disgusted by her right now."

"Hloriella...what did you do..." He wipes his face on his arm, slinking to the ground. "They won't, they won't hurt her will they? Krimie?" He shakes his head, looking to the ground. "Who, who is Eranor?"

"No, they won't hurt Krimie," he sighed. "Eranor is Krimie's lover. Eranor and Hlor had an affair, and Krimie, who was pregnant.. I don't know why. It shouldn't have ended that way."

He stares blankly at Ali looking completely sick, "Oh gods..." Gazing back at Hlor, "That...Hloriella you, you idiot." Furrowing his brow, his wet eyes narrowed. "Where Is this Eranor? Where is he now?"

"He's in the war; Cyrodiil. He was called there. I.. really thought he was better than that, though, to go with Hlor like that. Perhaps he was just very drunk," he sighed. "But that's no excuse."

Standing up, he moves to Hlor with a sad grimace, placing his hand on her head softly. "You foolish...you...you better wake up." Turning back to Ali. "She's a dunmer. We dunmer can...be...pushy with our needs. I'm no saint myself, but...dammit Hloriella..." He runs his finger along the scar on her bruised face. "I just hope...did..did she tell you where she came from? Did she tell anyone?"

"I know," he sighed softly. "No, not that I know of. She's said some things to me, but not specifics. She's been closer to telling me than I think anyone, though, if she hasn't told Styletta. They seem close."

"S-she wouldn't tell me...how she got these..." His finger traced along the scar, tears forming in his eyes again. Quickly glancing around the clinic, with a heavy sigh he placed his finger on her lips. "I'm sorry sister...I know I promised," He looked Ali in the eye, tears ran down his face. "She was...with bandits, and if..if she was with the group...if the rumors were true...she could have used magic on him. Maybe, maybe I'm wrong."

Biting his lip, he tried to suppress his crying. "This doesn't...seem right...this doesn't seem like the Hloriella I read about in her mothers letters. What, what did she say to you? She used to be so sweet..."

"Magic? Aye, that would make a lot of sense," he sighed. "Gods, Hlor.." He reached out to wipe some of his tears away, looking him in the eyes. "She seemed like such a genuine lady, but.. like she was hiding or holding something back. Like she was afraid of something; always defensive about her feelings. She's said many things to me."

"Dammit..." he cursed, "Dammit!" A sudden madness gripped Fedris as he grabbed at Ali's shoulders, shaking him in a fervor. "The scars, how did she get them?!" Panic filled his eyes as he searched Ali's in desperation.

"I don't know," Ali said calmly, reaching out to set his hands over Ferdis's.

Starting to weep once more, he sank his head into Ali's shoulder. "I...I'm sorry..."

Ali rested his hand on the back of the dunmer's. "It's alright," he shut his eyes. "There is no shame in crying."

After several tearful minutes of sobbing, he finally pulled away. Wiping his eyes, he attempted to compose himself. "T-thank you serjo, thank you. How long...have you been this towns healer? Y-your such a gentil bosmer."

"A long time," he smiled. "Thank you. It's what I love." He reached to tap his chin.

Giving a small smile, he wiped his eyes. "Is...is there anything I can do?"

"Not that I know of, but thank you, friend. The only thing we can really do is wait and see when.. or if she wakes."

Swallowing hard, he stares blankly at her. "N-no...she, she has to wake!" Knee's failing him, he crumbles to the floor. "She's all I have left." He narrows his eyes as he looks up at Ali, "S-she will wake up."

"I hope so, Fedris, but we never know. We'll have to just wait and see, as much as that hurts. I'll make sure she's properly cared for her.

He gave a soft, distant nod before resting his hands on his knees. "At least...she is in good hands."

He smiled softly. "I damn sure hope you're right about that."

Looking back up at Ali with wide soft eyes before smiling. "Heh, Should I be worried? You do only have one eye..."

"Bah," Ali smiled softly. "The the only effect me in battle. She'll be just fine, this just in what I'm used to dealing with."

In the silence of the clinic, tucked in the corner, Hloriella's eyes flickered to life. She gasped, her red eyes darting around frantically, only noticing the small bosmer, Meth, crumpled next to her.

Alijham was around the corner, mixing, leaning over his pot. His nose was clouded by the batch he was making.

She opened her mouth in a feeble attempt to speak, but her throat failed her. Only the strangest of groans passed her lips. Reaching out to touch the bosmer next to her, she found her arm refused to work right. She tried harder, grunting with frustration in the process.

Methredhel lay dead-asleep beside Hloriella. It had been approaching the second day with no sleep for the little Bosmer, so likely nothing in the world could wake her.

Alijham heard the cheep and paused. He scuttled over, gasping softly. He knelt beside her. "Hlor!"

Her eyes widened as she spotted the male bosmer. Trying to scuttle back, her motions were jerky and clumsy from atrophy. Narrowing her eyes, she looked puzzled at Ali, seemingly desperately trying to recognize him. Trying to speak again, she could only groan.

"Hey, hey," he said softly. "Calm down, dear. It's just me."

Still looking completely confused, her eyes continued to dart around the room before finally focusing on Ali. Shaking her head, her eyes conveyed that she finally recognized him, simply mouthing the words,"Patches." Feebly, she attempted to reach out and touch him. She looked to the sleeping bosmer next to her, then back at him perplexed.

He nodded, smiling softly. He leaned forward a little bit and inspected her.

She would appear in good health apart from an elevated and rapid heart rate. Her rib would still be healing, causing her noticeable hindrance in motion.

As he leaned forward, she leaned back, looking considerably uncomfortable. She attempted to push him away.

He paused and leaned back. "How are you feeling?" He asked quietly. "Can you speak?"

Narrowing her eyes, her hand fumbled to her throat. Her voice was weak and squeaky, but with several attempts, three words among her garbling were actually mildly understandable.
"Confused...Eranor...where..." Her red eyes focused intently, almost desperately on Ali.

"Eranor is gone. I don't even think he knows about this bullshit, with you and Krimie. He won't be back for a long time."

A new wave of confusion seemed to grip her face before her eyes started to tear. Slowly, her features took on a hostile tone. Attempting to speak resulted in several garbled words. Frustrated, she kicked her leg before managing to snarl out a sentence. "Krimie...what happened?!"

"She put you in a coma, Hlor." He sighed softly. "Calm down, love, you're going to hurt yourself."

Her nostrils flared, breathing rapidly before finally calming. "Alijham...I..need" She looked into his eyes with a deep sadness.

Before she could finish, Fedris entered the room, his long dark hair was not up in its normal braid. Instead, it fell in a heap along his shoulders. His eyes widened as he saw Hlor awake.
"Hloriella!" He rushed across the room.

Hloriella took one look at the unfamiliar long haired dunmer, and flew into a blind panic. Scrambling clumsily till her back hit the wall, her whole body trembled like a leaf. "N-no!" She garbled. In her panic, she coughed, lurching forward in agony as she was enveloped in a dark smoke. Hlor turned into a werewolf.

Fedris stopped dead in his tracks.

"What do you need?" He asked softly.

As Fedris entered, he opened his mouth to calm him, but nothing came out. He lunged to wrap his arms around Hloriella.

Hloriella snarled, her nose wrinkling when Ali embraced her. The pain from the transformation taxed her healing bones, causing her to buckle to her knees in a yelp. Her nose took in her friend's scent, reassuring her of safety. Slowly, her eyes rolled back, returning to her broken dunmer form. She slumped back, still his hands, returning to her coma state for several more hours.

Fedris blinked in utter disbelief before approaching Ali like a bewildered deer. "She.....Ali why is she a werewolf?! How long has she been one?!" His expression mixed between anger and confusion.

"I don't know," he said, holding her limp body in a hug. He layed her down and sighed. "I knew she was, but I don't know how long she's been one."

He sighed, moving closer to Ali with his hand clutching his forehead. "Y'ffre..." he bit his lip as he moved to touch her head. "This is bad. This is really bad. How well can she...has she eaten anyone?! Wow did she get afflicted?!" His tone turned unusually angry to Ali, his eyes filled with a deep worry.

"I don't know, Fedris. I don't know. We'll have to figure all of it out when she wakes again," he said softly.

A wrapped box is sitting on Ali's desk with a letter tied to it. Inside the box are some handcrafted items: scarfs in different fabrics and colors, a few children's toys such as a doll set of three wood elfs and an orc. And also, Ali's telestone.

Ali,
I made few things for your family in celebration of your upcoming wedding (it better be upcoming, have you proposed yet, you slow poke? If not you better do it soon before someone else does!). I hope I'm able to make it to your wedding but I thought I'd send this anyway, just in case. I'm doing a lot of traveling right now, by ship,so thats why I haven't been around much to bug you. I wanted to send you the telestone because I've hogged it enough and you may need it again someday. If you ever need to reach me, send a letter to my house in Greenhill (yes, I moved again) and my nanny will make sure it gets to me. I miss you guys. Tell Elsy congrats and she's a saint for marrying you...haha kidding of course.
Love,
Lu

A little paper bird sat on Ali's desk. It was meticulously folded, edges scored crisply. If unfolded, it would read the following.

Ali,

I'm so sorry I had to leave. As I told you, my mother wanted to see me before our wedding. I hate to leave in such a time of turmoil, what with all the goings-on. I know you're probably very upset by the two incidents, just as I myself am. But I want to let you know that everything will be alright. I promise. Things always work out. And the two we lost are in a far better place now than either you or I.

I'll be back soon. But even soon isn't soon enough. The idea of becoming your wife, and you my husband, has been keeping me going. Even with all of the absurdities and misfortunes, the fact that a few days after I return I will be able to officially call you mine, and you officially call me yours, makes me so happy.

Please, keep that utterly charming and handsome smile on your face while I'm not around. It's so bright I'll see it from Alinor anyhow.

With all my heart,
Elsy

Ali didn't want to ruin the letter with his tears as he read it, so he held it away from his face and quickly folded it back up to put in the shelf beside Elsynia's other bird letters. He clopped his head on to his desk and dug his fingers into his hair, tugging at it. He was crying for so many reasons.

Hloriella slipped into the clinic and rounded the corner, stopping when she saw Ali quietly weeping into his hands. "Is...this a bad time Patches? You alright?"

silently watching the weeping bosmer, she frowns heavily. She quietly walks out hopeing to go unnoticed, not wishing to disturb him.

He crumpled up the red-inked note his his hand. He lifted his head up with a deep breath and grabbed one of the botltles of his desk, throwing it across the room with a crash into the wall. He looked up, wide-eyed as he noticed Hlor standing there. He smacked his face back into his desk.

Lucrezia,

Thank you for telling me, but I know what happened. She slapped him because she felt he lead her on, and she was once romantically interesting in him. Then, he threatened to mount her jaw on a wall. That's why he was arrested. She didn't just pounce and attack him, it was him who retaliated badly and was arrested for it. Thank you for helping him, though. Tell his goofy ass to get out of my clinic and find another place to hide. If he stays, I'll pop him right back into the cells.

It's so beautiful here with all of the snow. It's a shame that there's no snow in Malabal Tor, so when I come back spreading your blood all over the ground won't be as pretty as it would in Eastmarch! Whyyyy is my stuff moved?! That clinic is huge, it'll take me days to fit it! I have my own system in there! I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I'll have a surprise for you, too, for that. You can count on it.

Hatehatehatehate, with much hate,

Alijham

PS - you know I really don't hate you.

As required to do so Sern the Altmer (former) pirate and ships medic went about making potions for Alijham's approval, set out upon the counter for Ali to go over at his leisure are three of the following bottles:

1. The first bottle is a swirling silver and white, it looks almost like quick silver and smells sickly sweet. It's about the consistency of mud and tastes terribly sweet. The label reads;

Elixir of Ridiculous Speed

Ingredients; Moon sugar, lots of it. Powdered Blue butterfly wing, powdered seenche claws, brandy

Effect: Allow one to run and fight at nearly twice their normal speed which is great for emergency situations where speed in a fight will give one a advantage.

Side Effects: They also talk twice their normal speed and when the potion wears off after about two hours the drinker will most likely fall asleep for at least a day.

Process: The moonsugar must be boiled down to a thick syrup to concentrate it, then the powdered ingredients are added, lastly the brandy be careful not to overheat or it tends to explode the liquor keeps it from hardening else it becomes Rock Candy of Ridiculous speed you also have throw away the pot if this happens it's near impossible to get out. Without the senche claw and butterfly wings the potion leads to uncontrollable excitedness with no ability to focus

2. The next bottle is a muddy brown, it smells like almonds almost but tastes like ash. The label reads;

Potion of Prolonged Manhood

Ingredients: Ashen Spriggan Branch, Gleamblossum, Water Base, Impstool

Effects: As the label says hours of insatiable, well you get it. Great for when shore leave is just a day or so and you paid a lot for company

Side Effects; Use just a sip overdosing will lead to a sift, hard, paralysis of every appendage, not useful when time is short as the potion lasts several hours..chaffing is a bad thing.

3. The last bottle is a deep green almost like spinach juice, it smells like pine and tastes bitter. The label reads:

Potion of Prolonged healing (and hair growth)

Ingredients: Spriggan leaves, pine needles, Lurcher heart, nirnroot

Effect: This potion causes a regenerative effect that lasts for at least a day allowing the drinker to feel renewed and minor injuries quickly heal while serious injuries heal over time. Very useful if one suspects a long battle or someone is so grievously injured in unsafe location that healing needs to start now but time needs to be bought to set bones before they heal wrong.

Side Effect: Last time I used it both my beard and my hair was to my waist by the end of the day

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