Office Log

[gentlesaint]

Who: Rhys and you!
What: Office log! ...Can also be called "help nurse" log.
When: Dates of 10/21 - 10/28 but you can also go for something earlier/later than that if convenient
Where: Infirmary or Rhys’s office, which is just inside the infirmary.
Warnings: THERE COULD BE CARNAGE AND PESTILENCE HERE. There may also be tripping out due to candy drugs.

We're all familiar with office logs around here, right? If you're not, then allow me to explain really quickly: Your dude stops in for any reason whatsoever, be it trouble with grades, asking permission for something, stopping to chat, dropping off a form, and other office-like concerns. Or even miscellaneous concerns. Then we'll take it away from there. Rhys is a bit of a special case, since he runs the infirmary. That means you could also drag yourself in with some kind of unbearable ailment or crippling injury and have Rhys get you treated. Have a status condition? Never fear, solutions are here! Got in a fight with your arch nemesis in the locker room? Bleed no more; there’s plenty of bandages and/or heal staves to go around! Usually.

ANOTHER THING I WOULD LIKE TO ENCOURAGE: Is your character hopped up on drugs? Drop them in! I don’t care what reason they would have to stumble in. I just want Rhys to have to deal with druggies and raise his suspicion about the whole drug deal further. That being said, I request at least one of his patients to be under the influence. That is all! Have fun.

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[sicklypriest]

Said concerned nurse drifted a little closer to where the new visitor had planted himself. "He's out like a light, I'm afraid," he informed the boy, but it was clearly evident whether he told him or not. Chili would not respond. "But he should be waking up shortly."

[makesitcool]

That last bit of news soothed his raging anxiety some. "I should hope so..." With a face drawn in all the worry of the world for his brother, he folded his hand between both of his.

[gentlesaint]

The blue-haired student seemed so distraught over the other's condition that it tugged hard on Rhys's sympathy. "He's definitely taken a beating, but I assure you he'll be fine," he continued in his urge to console him. "Once he wakes up, we'll be able to gauge how he's feeling. He may have had a concussion, but with time, he'll recover nicely."

[makesitcool]

Cress whipped his head around to look at Rhys. "A concussion? That sounds rather serious!"

[gentlesaint]

"It sounds that way, doesn't it?" The healer smiled. "But I've seen a lot of concussions come through here, and I can tell you that more often than not, they recover astonishingly well. He may have some trouble speaking or thinking at first, of course, but that's part of the natural recovery process. Your friend will be fine. I'll take care of him."

[makesitcool]

He relaxed even more at the confident assurance given to him. "Thank you... From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Oh, and I must add that this is my brother," corrected Cress as he turned his head back to fix his gaze upon Chili's face again.

[gentlesaint]

"Brothers? Why, I never would have guessed! You don't look much alike. Oh, but then again I've never met your brother while he was conscious, so..." He laughed it off somewhat bashfully.

[makesitcool]

"Really? How surprising. We're triplets."

[sicklypriest]

"Trip...lets? Ooh, that's interesting. Where's the third one?"

[makesitcool]

WOW RHYS, TOUCHY SUBJECT. Cress sighed heavily and said wistfully, "He's at home, far away from here. Cilan is his name. Cress is mine, and this one here is Chili." He idly stroked the top of his hand with his thumb, a small hope germinating in his mind that the tiny, inconsequential action would somehow coax him awake.

[makesithot]

"what a piss," chili growled at cress, getting up and walking away

By now, Chili was starting to awaken from his unconscious state. The prattle between the priest and his own brother made him groan irritably, almost as though he'd been deep in slumber and he wasn't ready to be woken up yet.

But when he tried to treat the situation as nothing but waking from sleep, he finally noticed the pain coursing through his body. His breath hitched, and then he groaned again, this time more distinguishably due to the pain. Chili's eyes squeezed shut.

[makesitcool]

Both the gym leader and priest cast their focus to the stirring patient with full attention. Cress's eyes popped wide open and he squeezed his brother's hand tighter. "Chili," he urged. He wanted him to be the one to open his eyes.

[makesithot]

Without saying another word, Chili squinted at Cress weakly. It was so bright in the room to him that he couldn't bring himself to open both eyes, so he kept one shut as made sense of the hazy figure that was his brother.

He wanted to tell Cress to turn down the lights, but he couldn't figure out how to articulate that idea. It hadn't struck him that he was in the infirmary at the moment, nor that he'd been injured after a fight. Chili just knew that his body hurt, and his head was throbbing, and the light was way too bright. The good thing was that he seemed to be trying to focus on Cress to the best of his ability, although with some difficulty.

[makesitcool]

"Chili? How are you feeling?" he tried, inclining in a little closer. He didn't doubt he was in a world of pain, most likely. After all, he'd been stupid enough to get himself involved in a fight with someone he wasn't any match for over the stupidest of reasons. Cress tried to usher his more resentful feelings away and keep his regards for Chili's well-being up. It wasn't hard since he was worried about him even through the comprehension that he would be fine in the end. Cress was always a bit of a worrier when things got serious, but he became even more prone to fussing whenever the endangerment of his brother was in place ever since dealing with surreal events at Smash Academy.

i apologize for the sext icon i couldn't get anything else to work

[makesithot]

It wasn't so weird at the time, that Cress's voice sounded hazy and far away. It was as though his ears were stuffed with cotton. At least that would explain that pounding headache without having to resort to acknowledging that he'd got in a fight and lost...

But he did, and he remembered it. How did he get here? He couldn't recall. Chili wondered if Cress had carried him here on his own or something, or if he got help from Cilan, like he would have had to do. That could not be: Cilan wasn't here, so what happened...? The boy wanted to ask his brother that very question, but the words wouldn't form themselves.

So a moan that ended with a questioning intonation would have to do. Otherwise, Chili didn't seem to catch Cress's question - he was too out of it.

nothing about you works

[makesitcool]

Being unable to fish a legible response out of him, Cress resigned and accepted that he would need to wait. The whole notion that he had to wait bothered him; it meant that Chili needed more recovery, meaning he was in worse condition, meaning he could still be in danger... He rode a downward spiral of worry even though he had been reassured moments ago by the nurse.

With the hope that he might snap out of it soon still glowing inside him, he told his brother, "Cress is here, Chili. He won't leave your side." Emphasis on won't. He was serious.

ur gay

[makesithot]

After the lights dimmed enough for Chili to open his other eye, he lifted his right arm and placed the back of his hand against his brow, trying his hardest to focus on Cress. Where was he, anyway?

"Cress...?" he mumbled, comprehending his brother's promise, albeit a tad delayed. "Am I in the hospital?"

gay and fully functional

[sicklypriest]

HI RHYS DIMMED THE LIGHTS OVER THERE HOPE YOU DON'T MIND

[makesitcool]

(Yeah Rhys das coo.)

Oh, good. He was talking after all. Cress stood up straighter and told him, "You're close, but not exact. This is the infirmary. I heard you got mixed up in a fight." Was that a trace of displeasure you heard in his voice? Must be the wind.

[makesithot]

(god bles u rhys)

It was too soon for Chili to pick up on conversational subtleties like that. He looked around the room absently before focusing his attention back on Cress. "Yeah, I remember. I lost."

He sounds defeated, definitely.

[makesitcool]

The absence of smugness, determination, energy... anything close to the spirit Chili usually produced caused his augmenting annoyance to fizzle out prematurely. His posture sunk ever so slightly.

"Yes. So it seems. And now, you're here. ...Why did you go and do an outrageous thing like that?"

[makesithot]

"Because I said I would," he slurred, shrugging and looking away. He couldn't remember much of what had happened before that, but he didn't want to tell Cress that he couldn't remember. "I just did. I have to keep my word when I say I'm going to do something."

That seemed to fit the bill. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, trying to remember the events before he fell unconscious.

[makesitcool]

"You shouldn't have said you were going to do it in the first place," scolded Cress, a fine balance between holding a superior attitude and succumbing to his fretfulness. "Promises are well and good to keep, but don't go around making these types of promises. I swear, we're going to have a repeat of... that if you keep this type of recklessness up."

[makesithot]

His head lulled and fell back onto the pillow behind him.

"Yeah, whatever. Talk down to me all you want, I guess it's pretty easy to do it while I'm already burnt out," mumbled Chili, looking away from his brother entirely. Cress's attitude seemed to be grating on Chili's nerves, but in a way he couldn't respond to with his characteristic fury. He wasn't about to be receptive to lecture at a time like this.

[makesitcool]

Chili's remark stung in two ways: he truly was getting jabs in while he was down and out, and it made Cress feel like he wanted to pace backwards in time and bite his tongue before he could add any kind of astringency to his lecture- which he still felt justified in dishing out. Had he not been so worried, then maybe he would feel less regret for reminding Chili of his bad decisions, but Cress had just feared for his brother's life countless times from the second he heard of the fight and the moment he stood next to his bed now, and the blue-haired triplet softened like butter.

"I won't make you talk so much right now. You may explain yourself later. Please rest." He reached over to place his hand over his shoulder.