Day in the Infirmary Log

[heavenonthemind]

Who: Whoever! (Judas will have a thread, too.)
What: Whatever you'd like. Could be Infirmary folks chilling/doing their jobs/talking to patients. It's also for people who might be visiting current patients.
When: Today!
Where: The bakery The Infirmary
Warnings: None yet

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Armand St. Just [open to visitors and staff]

[young_idealist]

Armand slept off his enormous blood donation to Claudia and hoped not to answer questions about it. He'd been treated for the basics, probably on an IV for re-hydration, and had his wrist bandaged. He felt very lethargic even when he wasn't asleep, so he just slept when no one was with him.

[thegooddrjones]

Martha was going to quite possibly murder him just a little bit. She would do it out of love and caring, but she worried about him and about the fact that he'd decided to allow Claudia to make a meal out of his wrist. He was actually on a blood transfusion to replace the amount that he'd lost at the hands (well teeth) of the little vampire. Her voice was soft. "So what made you decide this was a good idea, Armand? Especially when she'd already fed off once person."

The doctor had dropped into the stool next to him, and met his eyes quickly.

[young_idealist]

It was no good arguing with Martha or pretending anything other than the truth. "I believed how hungry she was." He had reasons. Stringing sentences together well enough to explain them probably was still a little beyond him.

Being horribly anemic wasn't as painful as a death toll, so he couldn't say he was hurting. "I care about her. I hoped she wouldn't take so much so I could talk to her after..." But that failed. He'd only proven to her that she could trust him. He hoped anyway. He wasn't certain what he'd gained if she didn't now.

[thegooddrjones]

Martha put her hand on his forehead in a frankly old fashioned gesture, considering all the the advanced equipment that the infirmary was outfitted with, but she found it comforting to do it that way. There was something natural about the whole touching thing that you didn't get with a scanner.

"I know you care for her, Armand, but letting her feed on you when it isn't an emergency situation isn't the answer. We've got a solution here that might help. It's a blood replenishing potion and it might make you feel better more quickly."

[young_idealist]

Armand couldn't help looking up at her, his eyes almost tearful. Her touch couldn't ease his anxiety, but it helped him to understand she was saying these things out of friendship and compassion.

"It was an emergency to her. K wants to lock her up."

But he was torn about the potion. "Do what you think is best, Martha. I suppose it's better than taking up one of your beds needlessly."

[thegooddrjones]

"Armand, she knows better. She's been here before and has memories of it. She knew that there was blood and what not here. She didn't need to feed on you. I like Claudia as well, but she should be locked up over this."

She watched him for a long moment, and then asked again. "You don't need to try it if ya don't want to, Armand. It's just another option."

[young_idealist]

"She knows better, but this was about trust. And I'm not dead, are I?" He shakes his head. "I don't know if she can be persuaded to go to the kitchen without some trust. As I'm sure you've heard the other Armand go on about, it's not the same for their kind."

And that was probably the most he'd said since the day before. He closed his eyes, catching his breath for a moment. "I know she's been here before, but she's newly returned from who knows where..." But he sighs and shakes his head. "I don't wish to argue. Is it worse to take up a bed or take up a hard to replace potion?"

[thegooddrjones]

"I have heard that, Armand, but that's not the point. You let her feed on you, and you very likely could have bled out were we not prompt in getting you here to the infirmary." Martha took a deep breath and she squeezed Armand's hand. She didn't want to argue with him either. Not in the least.

"The potions aren't at all hard to replace." There's a small flash of a look when she says that, and then she looks to him again. "But some people don't want to be treated using magic. It's entirely up to you and where you'd rather spend your time."

[young_idealist]

"She tried to stop the bleeding..." He sounded very distressed about it, because perhaps he was being too tenderhearted. But that is how he is about his inmates, and she was one of them. He squeezed Martha's hand back.

He'd been trying so very hard not to tell too many people who it was that bit him, and being cryptic was a little hard on him. "I'm afraid Loki may actually hurt her now. I've refused to tell him who it was." It broke his heart to think that Loki would get himself into trouble over this, when he'd begged the god not to do anything.

"If... I take the potion, may I go back to my own cabin in the morning?"

[thegooddrjones]

"And then she left you there and bleeding, Armand, which you wouldn't have been if she hadn't bit you." Her voice was calm, and it wasn't harsh--it was simply matter of fact. She just sat there with him and listened, looking slightly alarmed.

"He cares very deeply for you, Armand. Even when you were not his warden, he still worried over you, like during the zombie port..." Martha hadn't told him that Loki had threatened her life when he'd been in his odd status state. "You need to tell him that you'd be angry with him if he did something, or threaten to take away his powers, perhaps?" Martha Jones tried to problem solve other people's problems... especially when her own were rather large.

"Yes, you'll be feeling completely well by tomorrow morning if you take it."

[young_idealist]

"I wasn't feeling well enough last I talked to him to make threats. I can try." He closed his eyes again, fighting frustrated tears. It was so hard to think when he felt like this. Even the idea of dying seemed vague and far away.

"I know how he feels--" But Armand didn't feel able to go on with that thought. "Please give me your medicine, Martha. I want to think." Or cry, which was far easier to do when she wasn't watching him.

[thegooddrjones]

Martha nodded when he said he wasn't feeling well enough. She just gave his hand another squeeze and didn't say anything for a moment. "I'll be right back with the potion."

A smile and she rose to grab it from the stores, and then she came back with it in a small medical cup; it seemed like a better idea than the bottles. "Here."

[young_idealist]

Armand took the cup from her and braced himself for it tasting awful. He had no idea how it would work either. And down it went.

"Thank you, Martha." He wasn't sure how much long he'd be able to keep his composure. "You probably don't have to hover for it work."