The Guard
Shifts at Highbanks (IC) [Completed]
Adjutant Sigarni Windblade,
I have arrived at Highbank and it seems they have dire need of any menders that they can find. Kurdran Wildhammer, the man in charge of this outpost almost jumped out of his seat at seeing that I was here to help.
Due to the attacks of the Old Gods (which seems to be dormant now), many forces of the Wildhammer Clan and the Alliance have been terribly wounded; there is nothing but a sense of urgency to send these forces back onto the battlefield as soon as possible. It seems somewhat disheartening to know that they will get no time off, but some of the soldiers I’ve talked to don’t mind.
The hate for the Horde fuels them.
But, I digress; Simon Chandler, a human, seems to be taking control of the infirmary, though his specific roles seems unclear to me. He has placed me under Instructor Nales Fangsight, a Night Elven Priest. I begin tomorrow, and I will send another letter as soon as I find anything worth noting.
P.S. It seems the Servitors are a lot better known than I thought. I have to calm some warriors down by saying I am only an applicant. This is my rambling, and I doubt you wish to hear it, but my desire to wear the colours is growing even further.
–Applicant-Yeova Whitewind
I have arrived at Highbank and it seems they have dire need of any menders that they can find. Kurdran Wildhammer, the man in charge of this outpost almost jumped out of his seat at seeing that I was here to help.
Due to the attacks of the Old Gods (which seems to be dormant now), many forces of the Wildhammer Clan and the Alliance have been terribly wounded; there is nothing but a sense of urgency to send these forces back onto the battlefield as soon as possible. It seems somewhat disheartening to know that they will get no time off, but some of the soldiers I’ve talked to don’t mind.
The hate for the Horde fuels them.
But, I digress; Simon Chandler, a human, seems to be taking control of the infirmary, though his specific roles seems unclear to me. He has placed me under Instructor Nales Fangsight, a Night Elven Priest. I begin tomorrow, and I will send another letter as soon as I find anything worth noting.
P.S. It seems the Servitors are a lot better known than I thought. I have to calm some warriors down by saying I am only an applicant. This is my rambling, and I doubt you wish to hear it, but my desire to wear the colours is growing even further.
–Applicant-Yeova Whitewind
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Adjutant,
It seems I never had the time to mail the first letter, and I will be sending this letter alongside it.
In short, things are far worse than I thought. The first thing my instructor asked me to do was burn all my mana: I was asked to hold a large radius healing spell for about half an hour to hasten the process. It seems that the majority of the menders here are dry in the magicks from working for a week or so straight.
I was tempted to disagree with my instructor, but I did not. Knowing my own magicks, what I was asked to do was clearly inefficient, a hasty decision, harmful to the caster, and extremely short-sighted. I wanted to argue, but I did not; as a result, I nearly passed out trying to hold that spell for thirty whole minutes. The radius was large, and there was much pain, but I did it.
It makes sense, though: I am an inexperienced out-of-combat medic, and they worked my job to my advantages (which is haste) while the more experienced doctors focused on singular efficiency.
After that, they made me take care of some of the minor wounds. Mostly bandaging, handing out medication, the left-over jobs the better medics can’t do out of triage and whatnot. I can’t say I’m happy doing the small jobs, but every little bit does help, and some of the other medics have taught me quite a bit. During my break or time off, I tend to watch other surgeries or read from the massive library they have. The way I see it, I must climb a ladder to getting my hands in the important, or at least mediocre, jobs.
Perhaps, if you wish, you can give these letters to Adjutant-Hildan. From what I heard from Advisor-Etharion, he is concerned about our fronts on the Twilight Highlands. While I cannot speak for all our outposts on the Highlands, Highbank is not in the best shape; however, this outpost is visibly improving. The number of wounded soldiers leaving is apparently much higher than the number of them coming in.
–Applicant-Yeova Whitewind
It seems I never had the time to mail the first letter, and I will be sending this letter alongside it.
In short, things are far worse than I thought. The first thing my instructor asked me to do was burn all my mana: I was asked to hold a large radius healing spell for about half an hour to hasten the process. It seems that the majority of the menders here are dry in the magicks from working for a week or so straight.
I was tempted to disagree with my instructor, but I did not. Knowing my own magicks, what I was asked to do was clearly inefficient, a hasty decision, harmful to the caster, and extremely short-sighted. I wanted to argue, but I did not; as a result, I nearly passed out trying to hold that spell for thirty whole minutes. The radius was large, and there was much pain, but I did it.
It makes sense, though: I am an inexperienced out-of-combat medic, and they worked my job to my advantages (which is haste) while the more experienced doctors focused on singular efficiency.
After that, they made me take care of some of the minor wounds. Mostly bandaging, handing out medication, the left-over jobs the better medics can’t do out of triage and whatnot. I can’t say I’m happy doing the small jobs, but every little bit does help, and some of the other medics have taught me quite a bit. During my break or time off, I tend to watch other surgeries or read from the massive library they have. The way I see it, I must climb a ladder to getting my hands in the important, or at least mediocre, jobs.
Perhaps, if you wish, you can give these letters to Adjutant-Hildan. From what I heard from Advisor-Etharion, he is concerned about our fronts on the Twilight Highlands. While I cannot speak for all our outposts on the Highlands, Highbank is not in the best shape; however, this outpost is visibly improving. The number of wounded soldiers leaving is apparently much higher than the number of them coming in.
–Applicant-Yeova Whitewind
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Adjutant-Sigarni
This is the third letter I’m sending you. I thought I should update you due to some success I have been having here.
After I sent the letters on Friday, Doret Westfield came in injured. I understand she no longer wears out colours; but should you be wondering, her recovery was a success. Furthermore, I was allowed to lead the surgery in her recovery. This was the first surgery they actually allowed me to lead. I don’t want to bore you with medical details, but I suppose I will.
The patient had varying shrapnel wounds in five places, two of which had the fragments still stuck inside her body. One was small and I managed to retrieve it with ease, the second was far more complicated. It was much larger, perhaps the size of your palm, and half of it was stuck inside the patient. With some help, of course, we managed to retrieve it following by disinfectants, bandaging, and other restorative procedures.
I am quite proud of myself. It was stressful, knowing that someone I knew (a former ally) depended on me to do the right thing the right way. I never thought I’d see the day where I could actually be the head of a complicated surgery, and succeed even. Anyway, that is all I have to say. I will keep you updated.
-Applicant-Yeova
This is the third letter I’m sending you. I thought I should update you due to some success I have been having here.
After I sent the letters on Friday, Doret Westfield came in injured. I understand she no longer wears out colours; but should you be wondering, her recovery was a success. Furthermore, I was allowed to lead the surgery in her recovery. This was the first surgery they actually allowed me to lead. I don’t want to bore you with medical details, but I suppose I will.
The patient had varying shrapnel wounds in five places, two of which had the fragments still stuck inside her body. One was small and I managed to retrieve it with ease, the second was far more complicated. It was much larger, perhaps the size of your palm, and half of it was stuck inside the patient. With some help, of course, we managed to retrieve it following by disinfectants, bandaging, and other restorative procedures.
I am quite proud of myself. It was stressful, knowing that someone I knew (a former ally) depended on me to do the right thing the right way. I never thought I’d see the day where I could actually be the head of a complicated surgery, and succeed even. Anyway, that is all I have to say. I will keep you updated.
-Applicant-Yeova
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Adjutant,
I am furthering myself in Highbanks to the best of my abilities. It seems I am not the only one here who thinks some of the rules in this place are a bit far-fetched, but I will not go about breaking them... unlike some others here. I am in a somewhat of a flux as to what I should do.
In short, I ended up in an argument with a fellow medic about which salve we would use. Prootocl here is pretty clear: we are to use provided bandages, salves, ointments, cloths, medical powders, soaps and cleansing waters.
Much earlier today, a Night Elf came in and had multiple gashes and cuts on one of his legs. He said it was from a "climbing accident" though he would not go in detail. I pressed for it since I found it suspiscious; but, alas, I gave up. Either way, he had many small cuts and gashes and my fellow medic and myself instantly washed it and were going to apply medical salve to help ease the muscles and restore the skin. My fellow medic pulled out her own salve and was about to use it when I stopped her. It was against the rules of Highbanks. And, while it is not a major offense, it is something that should be noted. Before I could stop her, she managed to ease me and pour the salve on the wounds. I noticed the patient did not wyrm painfully like they would with the other salve. After that, I aired it out and let it dry lightly before bandaging it up with (provided) bandages. Her salve seemed more potent, less painful and more effective then the provided salve. If anything, it was a good idea to use hers. And yet, it was against the rules and I should be reporting her... but I am thinking I will not.
She was also my senior in the field of non-combative medical attention. The way she explained it was that Highbank's supplies are very expensive, but not the best, and that they like to have only one of everything as to cut down the costs (since it is extremely expensive to keep this place running). She said that her using her specialised salve not only helped the patient, but cut down the cost of the facility by a small margin.
I've been checking on the patient many times; he is fine. I will ask your opinion on what you believe I should do. I believe she is right, though your thoughts will help finalize my decision.
On another note, Adjutant Hildan Pearce came in to talk about my medical advancement.
The talk was brief. He did give me some sternness, but that is his character. He cares a lot more then he lets on. He seemed interested in some of the things I have to say, though I did disappoint some in our talk -- in my defense, it was at the end of my second full shift in a row and I was not completely in the right mindset. But, alas, I don't think he thinks me as useless as he first did. :)
-Applicant Whitewind
(She IC put the smiley)
I am furthering myself in Highbanks to the best of my abilities. It seems I am not the only one here who thinks some of the rules in this place are a bit far-fetched, but I will not go about breaking them... unlike some others here. I am in a somewhat of a flux as to what I should do.
In short, I ended up in an argument with a fellow medic about which salve we would use. Prootocl here is pretty clear: we are to use provided bandages, salves, ointments, cloths, medical powders, soaps and cleansing waters.
Much earlier today, a Night Elf came in and had multiple gashes and cuts on one of his legs. He said it was from a "climbing accident" though he would not go in detail. I pressed for it since I found it suspiscious; but, alas, I gave up. Either way, he had many small cuts and gashes and my fellow medic and myself instantly washed it and were going to apply medical salve to help ease the muscles and restore the skin. My fellow medic pulled out her own salve and was about to use it when I stopped her. It was against the rules of Highbanks. And, while it is not a major offense, it is something that should be noted. Before I could stop her, she managed to ease me and pour the salve on the wounds. I noticed the patient did not wyrm painfully like they would with the other salve. After that, I aired it out and let it dry lightly before bandaging it up with (provided) bandages. Her salve seemed more potent, less painful and more effective then the provided salve. If anything, it was a good idea to use hers. And yet, it was against the rules and I should be reporting her... but I am thinking I will not.
She was also my senior in the field of non-combative medical attention. The way she explained it was that Highbank's supplies are very expensive, but not the best, and that they like to have only one of everything as to cut down the costs (since it is extremely expensive to keep this place running). She said that her using her specialised salve not only helped the patient, but cut down the cost of the facility by a small margin.
I've been checking on the patient many times; he is fine. I will ask your opinion on what you believe I should do. I believe she is right, though your thoughts will help finalize my decision.
On another note, Adjutant Hildan Pearce came in to talk about my medical advancement.
The talk was brief. He did give me some sternness, but that is his character. He cares a lot more then he lets on. He seemed interested in some of the things I have to say, though I did disappoint some in our talk -- in my defense, it was at the end of my second full shift in a row and I was not completely in the right mindset. But, alas, I don't think he thinks me as useless as he first did. :)
-Applicant Whitewind
(She IC put the smiley)
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Adjutant Sigarni Windblade,
Much has changed since my last letters, but I will begin in reply to yours. You are correct: I should be listing as much medical information as I can. I guess I am aiming to “drown” you in it, rather than to “bore” you with it. Perhaps an unprofessional side of me does not wish for these letters to be a nuisance to go through. Maybe I guess I will just hope that some of my endeavours are exciting to read.
Speaking of medical detail, I have some good news and some bad. I will start with the good news (if by any chance, Adjutant Hildan Pearce asks to read these letters for specific information, this is the part he will be interested in).
On the 26th, a human male came in the infirmary in critical condition. While he was on watch, he had a poisonous arrow pierce his chest. He stated that he did not see it coming until he was shot. Judging from the feathers at the end, the arrow was most likely crafted by a Tauren. But, I digress. The shot pierced through his chest and was stuck in his chest cavity. He was rushed into the infirmary and we had no chance to run through any of the flowery procedures. Due to some of the stains on his shirt, I quickly came to the conclusion that the arrow was poisonous, and leaving it inside the body would kill him; but if we were to take it out, his chest cavity would depressurise and his lungs would collapse on themselves, restricting any air to the blood and would cause death by brain damage.
Since we did not have enough time to hook him up to any machines, a Draenei priestess and myself had to figure out how to save him. She masterfully created a ‘bubble-like’ shield with some of her holy words inside his body to keep the pressure from waning while I quickly removed the arrow and attempted to disinfect the poison, but it seemed to do little. With the time constraints we were facing, we had to inject him with heavy antibiotics, but we did not know the nature of the poison, so I flooded his body with restorative magic. I focused on using my magic to hasten his cell repairing process so the chest cavity would not be at risk of depressurising. Once that was done, the Draenei priestess and myself focused on the poison.
The previously mentioned stains on his shirt were then quickly sampled. I asked the priestess to test it in some of Highbank’s state-of-the-art Gnomish technology to detect the nature of the poison. It was a very strange type that seemed rather new. I decided to give him some medication that I thought would help (which, after a few days was evident to see that it did). We then bandaged him up, went through those procedures and told him to rest. It was an improbable success, but we did it.
I was later heavily complimented by the priestess that my speed in deducing what was going on saved his life (to which I replied that it was indeed her ability to keep his chest pressurised that saved him, obviously).
I suppose my time as a combat medic seems to assist my surgical skills quite a bit.
Now, as for the bad news of the medical side of this letter, it is an unrelated case to the previous. Last night (or well, earlier today since it was two in the morning), a female dwarf came in, completely soaked in her own blood. At this time, we tend to have fewer patients up and about, so we had many medics focusing on this one. We focused, but the wounds were too deep and too old: she did not make it. It was a horrifying experience, to see someone die as you did everything you could to keep it from happening. Just the sight of her eyes slowly closing for the last time still beams down in my mind like a pillar of light in the darkest of darks. To watch her die, Adjutant… nothing would have prepared me for it.
I had seen death before, but not like this.
I am always comfortable around corpses, and many of my allies have fallen in battle besides me before, but this was different. I swear, I had tears in my eyes as I was doing everything I could to keep her holding on. Perhaps it was because she was smiling as she went. She seemed to accept death before her died. That scared me. To see someone let go. I always thought dying when one was not ready would be more horrifying – but I am completely comfortable with that; while at the same time, watching someone know their rope has ended, and to smile… Believe me; I tried so damn fucking hard to keep her alive. In a sense, her smile was beautiful, pure, in some weird way.
Later, after she passed, we identified the body. She was a barmaid, not a warrior. A civilian. She was told to deliver stolen documents to the Archduke of Highbanks. They were Dragonmaw attack plans. She died knowing her death serves the Wildhammer and the Alliance. To die, with honor in battle, and to see it before my very eyes… Adjutant…
I know this is more of an emotional catharsis, but I think I need to write down my thoughts on this. I know some other Servitors keep a journal, perhaps I should do so as well.
But, I digress. As I seemed the least emotionally-phased medic on the scene, they asked me to prepare the body for its burial. Cleaning a dead body, that was a new experience for me. It was only then that I really took a look at the wounds and realised why she had let go. She knew her own death – to even know that she made it to Highbanks, that within itself is completely unfathomable. In a sick way, it kind of gave me some closure: I realised it was not my fault, and there was nothing I could do.
I was once more complimented, this time on my treatment of the dead body, which is a weird topic within itself.
But, yes, that concludes my medical growth over the past four days.
Either way, I hope all is well back at the Keep. As much as I love spending time here, I do miss the rest of the Servitors and the Keep's spiritual attunement. I spoke with Simon Chandler, and he decided to give me the time off for Tuesday's social hour. He said that I've been working hard and I needed some time to unwind, maybe he's right. Alas, I have the time off, there is no point in not making the use of it. Perhaps I will see you there.
I will keep you updated,
-Applicant Yeova
Much has changed since my last letters, but I will begin in reply to yours. You are correct: I should be listing as much medical information as I can. I guess I am aiming to “drown” you in it, rather than to “bore” you with it. Perhaps an unprofessional side of me does not wish for these letters to be a nuisance to go through. Maybe I guess I will just hope that some of my endeavours are exciting to read.
Speaking of medical detail, I have some good news and some bad. I will start with the good news (if by any chance, Adjutant Hildan Pearce asks to read these letters for specific information, this is the part he will be interested in).
On the 26th, a human male came in the infirmary in critical condition. While he was on watch, he had a poisonous arrow pierce his chest. He stated that he did not see it coming until he was shot. Judging from the feathers at the end, the arrow was most likely crafted by a Tauren. But, I digress. The shot pierced through his chest and was stuck in his chest cavity. He was rushed into the infirmary and we had no chance to run through any of the flowery procedures. Due to some of the stains on his shirt, I quickly came to the conclusion that the arrow was poisonous, and leaving it inside the body would kill him; but if we were to take it out, his chest cavity would depressurise and his lungs would collapse on themselves, restricting any air to the blood and would cause death by brain damage.
Since we did not have enough time to hook him up to any machines, a Draenei priestess and myself had to figure out how to save him. She masterfully created a ‘bubble-like’ shield with some of her holy words inside his body to keep the pressure from waning while I quickly removed the arrow and attempted to disinfect the poison, but it seemed to do little. With the time constraints we were facing, we had to inject him with heavy antibiotics, but we did not know the nature of the poison, so I flooded his body with restorative magic. I focused on using my magic to hasten his cell repairing process so the chest cavity would not be at risk of depressurising. Once that was done, the Draenei priestess and myself focused on the poison.
The previously mentioned stains on his shirt were then quickly sampled. I asked the priestess to test it in some of Highbank’s state-of-the-art Gnomish technology to detect the nature of the poison. It was a very strange type that seemed rather new. I decided to give him some medication that I thought would help (which, after a few days was evident to see that it did). We then bandaged him up, went through those procedures and told him to rest. It was an improbable success, but we did it.
I was later heavily complimented by the priestess that my speed in deducing what was going on saved his life (to which I replied that it was indeed her ability to keep his chest pressurised that saved him, obviously).
I suppose my time as a combat medic seems to assist my surgical skills quite a bit.
Now, as for the bad news of the medical side of this letter, it is an unrelated case to the previous. Last night (or well, earlier today since it was two in the morning), a female dwarf came in, completely soaked in her own blood. At this time, we tend to have fewer patients up and about, so we had many medics focusing on this one. We focused, but the wounds were too deep and too old: she did not make it. It was a horrifying experience, to see someone die as you did everything you could to keep it from happening. Just the sight of her eyes slowly closing for the last time still beams down in my mind like a pillar of light in the darkest of darks. To watch her die, Adjutant… nothing would have prepared me for it.
I had seen death before, but not like this.
I am always comfortable around corpses, and many of my allies have fallen in battle besides me before, but this was different. I swear, I had tears in my eyes as I was doing everything I could to keep her holding on. Perhaps it was because she was smiling as she went. She seemed to accept death before her died. That scared me. To see someone let go. I always thought dying when one was not ready would be more horrifying – but I am completely comfortable with that; while at the same time, watching someone know their rope has ended, and to smile… Believe me; I tried so damn fucking hard to keep her alive. In a sense, her smile was beautiful, pure, in some weird way.
Later, after she passed, we identified the body. She was a barmaid, not a warrior. A civilian. She was told to deliver stolen documents to the Archduke of Highbanks. They were Dragonmaw attack plans. She died knowing her death serves the Wildhammer and the Alliance. To die, with honor in battle, and to see it before my very eyes… Adjutant…
I know this is more of an emotional catharsis, but I think I need to write down my thoughts on this. I know some other Servitors keep a journal, perhaps I should do so as well.
But, I digress. As I seemed the least emotionally-phased medic on the scene, they asked me to prepare the body for its burial. Cleaning a dead body, that was a new experience for me. It was only then that I really took a look at the wounds and realised why she had let go. She knew her own death – to even know that she made it to Highbanks, that within itself is completely unfathomable. In a sick way, it kind of gave me some closure: I realised it was not my fault, and there was nothing I could do.
I was once more complimented, this time on my treatment of the dead body, which is a weird topic within itself.
But, yes, that concludes my medical growth over the past four days.
Either way, I hope all is well back at the Keep. As much as I love spending time here, I do miss the rest of the Servitors and the Keep's spiritual attunement. I spoke with Simon Chandler, and he decided to give me the time off for Tuesday's social hour. He said that I've been working hard and I needed some time to unwind, maybe he's right. Alas, I have the time off, there is no point in not making the use of it. Perhaps I will see you there.
I will keep you updated,
-Applicant Yeova
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Dear Hildan,
I am writing this letter because I interacted with your brother-in-law-to-be. He ended up in the infirmary – don’t worry, he’s fine now. I took care of him, actually. In my letter to Sigarni, I wrote the formal mission write up which included the medical side to this story, but this isn’t a formal letter. This is actually an informal one.
I just felt like you should know what happened and how he is doing (because you did seem to care very much, it was the least I could do).
He’s doing well. He’s happy. He was actually rather optimistic about landing in a hospital bed. He said that he is getting some time off soon, and now he’s bed locked until then, so he finally has a chance to relax.
While I was making the medical report, I asked him what he would be doing in his free time. He had that love struck awe in his eyes and he said that there was someone special he was dying to see. It’s not my place, Hildan, but I can confirm that this guy will probably bring a lot of happiness to your sister, and maybe to your family. Speaking of, he’s going to be here for a few days; if you want to stop by and maybe chat, I bet he’d like it. He has nothing to do and seems a little bored, but it can’t be helped.
That is just my thoughts though – disregard. I just thought you would like to know.
Oh, and P.S.
*A very well done, and heavily cartoon-like, drawing of Yeova making a salute with her tongue flopped to the side is shown*
–Yeova
I am writing this letter because I interacted with your brother-in-law-to-be. He ended up in the infirmary – don’t worry, he’s fine now. I took care of him, actually. In my letter to Sigarni, I wrote the formal mission write up which included the medical side to this story, but this isn’t a formal letter. This is actually an informal one.
I just felt like you should know what happened and how he is doing (because you did seem to care very much, it was the least I could do).
He’s doing well. He’s happy. He was actually rather optimistic about landing in a hospital bed. He said that he is getting some time off soon, and now he’s bed locked until then, so he finally has a chance to relax.
While I was making the medical report, I asked him what he would be doing in his free time. He had that love struck awe in his eyes and he said that there was someone special he was dying to see. It’s not my place, Hildan, but I can confirm that this guy will probably bring a lot of happiness to your sister, and maybe to your family. Speaking of, he’s going to be here for a few days; if you want to stop by and maybe chat, I bet he’d like it. He has nothing to do and seems a little bored, but it can’t be helped.
That is just my thoughts though – disregard. I just thought you would like to know.
Oh, and P.S.
*A very well done, and heavily cartoon-like, drawing of Yeova making a salute with her tongue flopped to the side is shown*
–Yeova
Yeova's letter to Hildan is sent back, with a large red X over her drawing. A note has been added to the bottom.
Thank you all the same. I appreciate the news.
Thank you all the same. I appreciate the news.
Adjutant-Windblade
The joys of the infirmary continue, it seems. Yesterday there was a bit of a problem, actually. We had todesinfect disinfect and bandage a rookie, who found the salve very painful and kept wirmin wyrming around, squirming even. It was frustratng frustrating, but we did our best. At the same time, a Dworf Dwarf called him a pansy and a wimp and told him to stop talking, and kept berrat berating the insults. Fun, fun. Arguments started between the two while we were trying to bandege bandage him up so we can kick him out, but we weren’t fast enough. The lovely conversetio conversasio *random scribbles* conversation jumped the gun when the Dwarf grabbed his axe and started charging over; meanwhile, the rookie, being a mage, began to cast a spell.
Please remember that my actions were done at the end of a triple shift. I was suffering from a migraine and was honestly fed up. I morphed form into a Tree of Life (which, if you have seen, is very large). Ismaked smacked the ground and started yelling at everyone to shut the hell up. As a tree, I began to mend them – they all stayed quiet after that. Not a pep peep for the rest of the night. It was quite relaxing.
I even had an older medic come and thank me for my outburst.
Anyway, sorry this letter’s all pissy.
I recently just finisheddeeling dealing with a Keldorei Kal’dorei who had broken his arm. Because it was one of the higher bones that had cracked, I only had to use a sling for it. Luckily, it was only a crack, nothing moved that I had to repozistio reposition. A simple thing, really, but it kind of tested me. I was not at my 100% (nowhere near it) and I was the only medic on duty for the timeframe.
First thing I did was try and see which bone broke, and which part. He felt extreme pain between his shoulder andforarm forearm, so I guessed which bone. I was right, thankfully. I put the sling on, prescribed some potions that would help numb some of the pain and instructed him to apply ice, or anything cold, to redoose reduce swelling.
As much as I enjoyed my time here, I cannot believe I can come back to the keep tomorrow. Honestly, even though it was fun to learn and to treat, it’s extremelyegx exhausting to do so for so many hours per day. I planned on only taking one six-hour shift a day, but that quickly turned to two six-hours, now I’m on three six-hours.
But, from what I heard from SimonChandller Chandler, the staff numbers will be going up next week, so he’s not too worried about me leaving. He did, however, make me promise I’ll come back, but I’m going to enjoy the Keep for a while, maybe get out on the field some – that is where my heart lies, after all.
Alas, I will see you tomorrow, Adjutant: I am taking the first Gryphon in the morning. Perhaps we can talk then?
P.S. Mind the spelling errors... It’s near four in the morning after my shifts.
Hope all is well,
—Applicant Whitewind
The joys of the infirmary continue, it seems. Yesterday there was a bit of a problem, actually. We had to
Please remember that my actions were done at the end of a triple shift. I was suffering from a migraine and was honestly fed up. I morphed form into a Tree of Life (which, if you have seen, is very large). I
I even had an older medic come and thank me for my outburst.
Anyway, sorry this letter’s all pissy.
I recently just finished
First thing I did was try and see which bone broke, and which part. He felt extreme pain between his shoulder and
As much as I enjoyed my time here, I cannot believe I can come back to the keep tomorrow. Honestly, even though it was fun to learn and to treat, it’s extremely
But, from what I heard from Simon
Alas, I will see you tomorrow, Adjutant: I am taking the first Gryphon in the morning. Perhaps we can talk then?
P.S. Mind the spelling errors... It’s near four in the morning after my shifts.
Hope all is well,
—Applicant Whitewind
Adjutant:
I regret to inform you I will not be coming back until tomorrow. More situations, more wounded. This one was absolutely fascinating. A Draenei was aiding the Wildhammers near Thundremar and ventured west, where he saw a large version of a very nasty type of spiders known as the Black Recluse. Anyway, he ran off but was bitten and by the time he got to Highbank, ho boy! You should have seen that thing. It was a massive swelling disgusting thing.
At the time, one of the more advanced medics pointed at me and pretty much said “You! Deal with it!”
I was not impressed.
Anyway, I had to deal with this gigantic spider bite. It was longer than the size of my arm. Apparently this had happened before, so I only followed instructions given. I rubbed disinfectant over it, then had to make a small slice to drain the puss out. The puss, however, was this gargling, bubbly foam that instantly splat all over the floor.
After the long hour of slowly draining the puss, I was put on clean up duty.
Given, I shouldn’t even be here! But, had to suck it up and do my job. When that was over, I talked to the gryphon master who said that all gryphons would not be flying until tomorrow for some classified reason.
Best. Day. Of. My. Life.
–The Applicant That Wants To Go Back (Yeova)
I regret to inform you I will not be coming back until tomorrow. More situations, more wounded. This one was absolutely fascinating. A Draenei was aiding the Wildhammers near Thundremar and ventured west, where he saw a large version of a very nasty type of spiders known as the Black Recluse. Anyway, he ran off but was bitten and by the time he got to Highbank, ho boy! You should have seen that thing. It was a massive swelling disgusting thing.
At the time, one of the more advanced medics pointed at me and pretty much said “You! Deal with it!”
I was not impressed.
Anyway, I had to deal with this gigantic spider bite. It was longer than the size of my arm. Apparently this had happened before, so I only followed instructions given. I rubbed disinfectant over it, then had to make a small slice to drain the puss out. The puss, however, was this gargling, bubbly foam that instantly splat all over the floor.
After the long hour of slowly draining the puss, I was put on clean up duty.
Given, I shouldn’t even be here! But, had to suck it up and do my job. When that was over, I talked to the gryphon master who said that all gryphons would not be flying until tomorrow for some classified reason.
Best. Day. Of. My. Life.
–The Applicant That Wants To Go Back (Yeova)
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