ataraxion | first quest § video

[ The video comes on to show a... wall. It's a nice wall. One of the passenger room walls, pretty plain. Then Aragorn turns it around.

He's sitting at the edge of the bed and almost literally covered in blood. It's even more obvious because his shirt is gone - the top half of his jumpsuit is torn into pieces, and blood covers the left side of his chest. Half of the shredded rags from his jumpsuit are in his handss, and he's wrapping them slowly around his shoulder. That's where all the blood is coming from. It looks to be slowing down, though.

The other half is bound around the wrists and ankles of the man on the bed. Those who have met him when he first came would recognise Errol Partridge, dressed in his heavy Cleric's uniform. He's unconscious, but it's not an easy sleep - his head shifts from side to side, and half-formed words escape his lips.

Aragorn is entirely calm as he fixes his eyes on the camera. ]

I need athelas. In the Common Tongue of my world, it is named kingsfoil. It is a small shrub with dark green leaves and white flowers. The oxygen garden is too dangerous to enter right now, but if there are any who have a few leaves, I will be grateful.

[ He inclines his head towards the camera. ]

Thank you. [ He grabs hold of one of his makeshift bandages with his teeth and pulls it tight around his shoulder before he reaches out and switches off the video. ]

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Then I will endeavor to find it. Where are you located?

[ooc; Do you have other plans for this, or can Godric go hunt down some things in the medbay? I imagine kingsfoil doesn't actually grow in the gardens...?]

[ A pause. Then Aragorn gives him his room number. It's 006 something, I forgot. ]

[Godric nods agreeably and signs off. It isn't too much longer after that there's a polite knock at the door.]

[ He hears the knock immediately, but it takes a slightly longer time for him to be able to answer. Errol is unconscious again, and Aragorn's fingers ache for materials to heal with, so that he can release this man from his pain.

It is around five minutes before he opens the door, and he looks just a little bit more ragged than before- and he tips his head down a little to look at Godric. ]

Thank you. [ Barely a gust of air. ]

You have done a great boon for me.

[The smell of blood is strong, but Godric pushes away his instincts and remains unmoved by it.]

Think nothing of it. I was unable to find the herb, but these should work in much the same manner.

[He has tubes of broad-spectrum antibiotics, painkillers, and a futuristic device he's been assured works much like stitches.]

Do you know how to use them?

[ He stares at the device. Then he puts it on the wall and presses the button. He knows how the gun works- and when he pulls away, he sees the staples on the wall. Blinks. ]

I do now.

[ The pills... he's going to ignore them since he doesn't think anyone of them can help Errol. He just needs this one. Then he looks at Godric again. ]

Nay, athelas is famed for drawing out the poisons, capable of draining even the Black Breath. [ Beat. ] I asked of it not for myself, but for my companion.

[ It seems that he can only wait it out and stay with Errol until the drug is drained from his system. ]

Then this may help. [He indicates one of the antibiotics, not understanding it's the effects of a drug that's the biggest issue and not remembering enough about human physiology to differentiate between that and infection. They'll probably do a world of good for the wounds, anyway.] They are swallowed whole with water, not applied to the skin, but their purpose is the same and I'm told they're highly effective. These ones are to relieve pain. [He holds out the other bottle, which is only ibuprofen.]

[ He looks at the bottle dubiously. It seems strange, that such small pills, so alien to him, will have such effects. Aragorn pops open the cap and just... pops one into his mouth and swallows it dry. If he's not poisoned, then it's probably safe to try them on Errol. He doesn't know how much they will help, but he has none of his usual herbs here.

This will have to do.

He looks at the other bottle and nods. ]

Strider. [ For all that this man has done for him, he deserves at least a name. ]

[He returns the gesture.] Godric. There are instructions on the bottles, should you require them.

[ He turns them around, and it's always disorientating, the alien words in front of him and the knowledge that he knows how to read it.

Then he looks back to Godric. ]

If you ever have need for it, you have my sword, and my healing hands.

[Godric's smile has a faint edge of amusement. It isn't at Aragorn's expense.]

I thank you for the gesture, but I have need of neither. I offer help if it is required, and ask only friendship in return.

[ It's okay, he can tell. ]

Then my friendship you will have, Godric. [ Quiet, but steely. ]

[His expression is solemnly appreciative. He is not often offered friendship so sincerely or freely, but he has rarely had opportunity to ask for it. Loyalty, fealty, fear and respect, he has been given many times. Friendship is something more precious. It's something he hopes to nurture.]

And you have mine. I will leave you to tend to your companion.

[He backs from the doorway, and offers a nod of farewell.]

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action | THANK YOU GODRIC NOW ARAGORN WILL BE FEEDING ERROL ALL THE ANTIBIOTICS

action | I AM SO SORRY

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