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gondolindrim2013-01-27 05:24 pm
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It's been rather busy at the House of Healing lately, what with so many humans catching cold in this weather...
Eowyn: *making her rounds in the House of Healing, stopping to check on various patients, mostly human, some elves*
Daeron: *is not sure where he is, has left the apartment, walks around the city, running at times until he falls and bumps his head against a wall*
Guards: *find him and bring him to the House of Healing*
Eowyn: *sees him when he is brought in; goes over to check him out, as the Elven healers are busy*
Daeron: *groans* What? *grabs her wrist* Who are you?
Eowyn: Shh... rest. You've been injured. I'm a healer, I will help.
Daeron: *eyes wide at the language* I can't be here...
Eowyn: Why not? *soothing voice*
Daeron: Because this is the past! *looks at her warily*
Eowyn: This is King Turgon's city of Gondolin, year 300 of the First Age. *sympathetic smile* It's the past for me as well.
Daeron: That's what Turgon said and then he took my gun away... He has been dead for millennia, and there were no Humans in his city. What did you give me? What drug?
Eowyn: I haven't given you anything. I just want to check your head... you've hurt it.
Daeron: *touches his head and winces* Go ahead... I'm too dizzy anyway...
Eowyn: *examines* You're probably dizzy because you hit your head hard. *dabs at the blood* I'm going to need to stitch up this cut.
Daeron: I was running for my life.
Eowyn: *sharp glance* Here in the city? Who was pursuing you?
Daeron: A patrol, with AKM guns... I have no gun now...
Eowyn: I don't know what a gun is, I'm afraid. I'm just going to numb this area so I can stitch it... *uses a solution to do so*
Daeron: A gun... *feels calmer when the pain lessens* Something you need in you are in the middle of a war
Eowyn: *nods* I see. A future war, I imagine?
Daeron: That's what you and the others want me to believe. I have been captured and drugged before...
Eowyn: Mmmm, I'm sure you have, but that's not the case here. *continues stitching his head*
Daeron: What is your name, Madam?
Eowyn: I'm Eowyn, formerly Lady of Ithilien and Rohan, now of Gondolin. And yours?
Daeron: I have never hallucinated with Human kingdoms before... I am Daeron, formerly of Doriath
Eowyn: *recognizes the name* I see. So you are far from your own time.
Daeron: I was in the year 2012, in the middle of a war. *blinks* I might still be there.
Eowyn: *finishes stitching up his head* No, I can guarantee you that you are not.
Daeron: *feels miserable* Then why do I still hear the bullets flying past my head? The cries of pain of the dying women and children?
Eowyn: *starts bandaging his head* Well, coming here is a shock for many. *studies his face* As well, it is not unheard of for those who have fought in wars to experience what you do.
Daeron: *relaxes marginally* I had no choice but to fight. They came and bombed the village, and I was there... Who brought me here?
Eowyn: *nods* We are often not given a chance in war, I understand. *still speaking soothingly as she examines him for other injuries* We don't know yet why we've be brought here, I'm afraid.
Daeron: I wanted peace... Is there peace here, Lady Eowyn? Are you at peace?
Eowyn: *considers the question for a moment* Yes, I am. And yes, I believe you will find peace here, Daeron.
Daeron: *smiles, sedated probably, hopes he won't wake up in a war camp* As long as I can stay focused on reality, whatever that is...
Eowyn: *hasn't actually sedated him, but just glad he's more relaxed* Gondolin is your reality, it's the truth. *makes a note on a chart* Daeron, I'd like you to stay here overnight, so we can monitor your, make sure your head is okay, and there are no other injuries. Do you agree to that?
Daeron: *is very tired again, hasn't eaten anything since he came to Gondolin* I'll stay...
Eowyn: Good. We'll bring you to a private room, and get you something to eat, and then you can rest. I will check on you in a bit, and again in the morning. I promise that you will be safe and comfortable.
Daeron: *eyes closing* Thank you...
Eowyn: You're welcome. *goes to speak with the staff about moving him to a private room, for his own and other's safety*
Hopefully, he'll stay lucid and not do anyone any harm overnight. I will tell the nurses to sedate him, if necessary.
Eowyn: *making her rounds in the House of Healing, stopping to check on various patients, mostly human, some elves*
Daeron: *is not sure where he is, has left the apartment, walks around the city, running at times until he falls and bumps his head against a wall*
Guards: *find him and bring him to the House of Healing*
Eowyn: *sees him when he is brought in; goes over to check him out, as the Elven healers are busy*
Daeron: *groans* What? *grabs her wrist* Who are you?
Eowyn: Shh... rest. You've been injured. I'm a healer, I will help.
Daeron: *eyes wide at the language* I can't be here...
Eowyn: Why not? *soothing voice*
Daeron: Because this is the past! *looks at her warily*
Eowyn: This is King Turgon's city of Gondolin, year 300 of the First Age. *sympathetic smile* It's the past for me as well.
Daeron: That's what Turgon said and then he took my gun away... He has been dead for millennia, and there were no Humans in his city. What did you give me? What drug?
Eowyn: I haven't given you anything. I just want to check your head... you've hurt it.
Daeron: *touches his head and winces* Go ahead... I'm too dizzy anyway...
Eowyn: *examines* You're probably dizzy because you hit your head hard. *dabs at the blood* I'm going to need to stitch up this cut.
Daeron: I was running for my life.
Eowyn: *sharp glance* Here in the city? Who was pursuing you?
Daeron: A patrol, with AKM guns... I have no gun now...
Eowyn: I don't know what a gun is, I'm afraid. I'm just going to numb this area so I can stitch it... *uses a solution to do so*
Daeron: A gun... *feels calmer when the pain lessens* Something you need in you are in the middle of a war
Eowyn: *nods* I see. A future war, I imagine?
Daeron: That's what you and the others want me to believe. I have been captured and drugged before...
Eowyn: Mmmm, I'm sure you have, but that's not the case here. *continues stitching his head*
Daeron: What is your name, Madam?
Eowyn: I'm Eowyn, formerly Lady of Ithilien and Rohan, now of Gondolin. And yours?
Daeron: I have never hallucinated with Human kingdoms before... I am Daeron, formerly of Doriath
Eowyn: *recognizes the name* I see. So you are far from your own time.
Daeron: I was in the year 2012, in the middle of a war. *blinks* I might still be there.
Eowyn: *finishes stitching up his head* No, I can guarantee you that you are not.
Daeron: *feels miserable* Then why do I still hear the bullets flying past my head? The cries of pain of the dying women and children?
Eowyn: *starts bandaging his head* Well, coming here is a shock for many. *studies his face* As well, it is not unheard of for those who have fought in wars to experience what you do.
Daeron: *relaxes marginally* I had no choice but to fight. They came and bombed the village, and I was there... Who brought me here?
Eowyn: *nods* We are often not given a chance in war, I understand. *still speaking soothingly as she examines him for other injuries* We don't know yet why we've be brought here, I'm afraid.
Daeron: I wanted peace... Is there peace here, Lady Eowyn? Are you at peace?
Eowyn: *considers the question for a moment* Yes, I am. And yes, I believe you will find peace here, Daeron.
Daeron: *smiles, sedated probably, hopes he won't wake up in a war camp* As long as I can stay focused on reality, whatever that is...
Eowyn: *hasn't actually sedated him, but just glad he's more relaxed* Gondolin is your reality, it's the truth. *makes a note on a chart* Daeron, I'd like you to stay here overnight, so we can monitor your, make sure your head is okay, and there are no other injuries. Do you agree to that?
Daeron: *is very tired again, hasn't eaten anything since he came to Gondolin* I'll stay...
Eowyn: Good. We'll bring you to a private room, and get you something to eat, and then you can rest. I will check on you in a bit, and again in the morning. I promise that you will be safe and comfortable.
Daeron: *eyes closing* Thank you...
Eowyn: You're welcome. *goes to speak with the staff about moving him to a private room, for his own and other's safety*
Hopefully, he'll stay lucid and not do anyone any harm overnight. I will tell the nurses to sedate him, if necessary.