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Office Log

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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Nabooru had a bad habit of neglecting her friends. Well, not necessarily a habit, but women were something akin to unruly creatures suffering a world of emotional imbalances that often affected nearly all things in their life, including their relationships with other people - no matter how close they were (or were not, in some cases). Whatever the cause, Nabooru's own antisocial behaviour seemed to be tied into a few different things.

But all the same, she thought it'd be nice to stop in and pay Rhys some attention. Stopping just on the inside, she knocked a few times as she looked around. "Rhys?"

~~And suddenly it was Big Bang Theory all over.~~

At the same moment, Rhys was craving a bit of attention, as he was busying himself with both organizing his curriculum a little better and grading papers, two things that had slipped his mind or been neglected for longer than he would have liked. It was lonely inside his office most of the time, unless Vianca was around. Even when she was quiet, her presence was very much appreciated. No one was around for treatment, either, which only compounded the void of loneliness in busywork surrounding him.

That's why Nabooru's intrusion was a welcome distraction for him. He straightened up and directed his focus to her. "Oh, hi there, Nabooru!"

With the same smile the Gerudo had given him many times before, Nabooru moved a hand to rest along her hip and she wiggled her fingers of the unoccupied hand in his direction. "Hello," she greeted him, a bit of a cool and sly - if not downright devious - tone.

As she looked around his office, her immediate priority was to find one of the most inappropriate places to sit, which wasn't his lap. She chose his desk, finding it a suitable replacement. And as she crossed one leg over the other, she leaned onto the palm of a hand. "Are you doing all right? I thought I should stop in and see how you were doing."

Rhys did give her an openly quizzical look, even when he tried to be a little more discreet about his reaction. It wasn't every day someone walked in and promptly sat on his desk of all places, right in front of him. This action coaxed him to take a brief revaluation of his office space's stock of available seating spaces, only to confirm that he did indeed have more than one places to sit that was not, well, a desk. Nonetheless, he let it slide. She could sit wherever she liked. He wasn't strict about it.

"I'm doing fine, yes," he responded with a hint of hesitation glinting through his usual amiable cadence. "Although I'd rather be elsewhere, admittedly... It gets boring in this stuffy room sometimes."

~~Jin came in and also sat on Rhys' desk sexily~~ Jin came in.

Holding a wet cloth.

And a thermometer.

"I'm sick."

Rhys, did you tink you taw a puddy tat in the window? Grinning at you like a foreboding creep? Did you look? Blink? Double take?

NOW HE'S GONE.

~~Rhys took his own temperature when he beheld Jin's sexy and the thermometer BROKE~~ Based on the sight of a damp cloth and a thermometer in his hands, Rhys deduced that Jin must be suffering from a fever of sorts. "Oh no..." he said, face contorting mildly in uneasiness. He may be the school nurse and all, but for some reason, each and every person's health problem always managed to personally affect him.

"Do you have a temperature? A cough? Anything else?"

Sonic looked completely lost when he had arrived to their destination building with Blaze resting on his back, injured by his own furry grip. He was carrying her close to his chest when he got inside the building, moving as quick as he could but looking down at her every so often. The infirmary had to be his best shot and he hoped if he just left her there, she would be alright.

He was just outside the door when he laid her down against the floor, guilt weighing down his eyebrows, eyelids, shoulders - everything. He ran a careful touch along her shoulder, apologizing quietly for having to do things this way. He would check on her later when it was safer. He swore to it.

With her placed, Sonic lifted a heavy fist and banged on the door hard enough to nearly bust it off its hinges. If no one was there, someone would have to have heard that much.

Either way, he was rushing off once done, not wanting to be seen.

She almost expected him to say something, but ultimately, Nabooru was the same Nabooru who two years - almost three - prior, had referred to Rhys as simply 'cute'. Back then, he'd not even had a name. Well, he did, but she preferred her own pet names to any he might have truly held. At least, she had back then. In the present, however, she had not only done some growing up (in some ways), but she had gained for him a respect that she didn't have for many.

Probably because even when Nabooru had next to no one at all, she still had Rhys. That thought alone made her expression grow serious when she listened to him. "If you weren't here, where would you rather be?" And idly she found herself wondering if he had plans of leaving the academy. Given it wasn't a question she readily wanted an answer to, she declined from asking it.

Rhys happened to be there in the dark hours before midnight and was startled by the bashing on doors that killed the easy silence. He abandoned his idle tasks and shouted a quick, "Coming!" to the person occupying the other end of the door- which, upon opening it, turned out to be no one. Well, no one conscious, anyway.

Seeing the battered lavender cat lying there caused his blood to spike for fear of her condition, and planted all sorts of questions in his mind as to how in the world she could have knocked in her position. "Oh dear! What happened to you?" Could she have collapsed the second after? How she managed anything didn't matter so much at that point. All Rhys was truly concerned with was ensuring that her status was not beyond critical. First things first, he leaned down to her level and asked if she was all there.

"Can you hear me?" A hand barely ghosted over her shoulder. He didn't want to hurt her any more.

Blaze was not responsive. She had a bump on her head and was out cold as a result. But she was breathing.

Jin handed the thermometer off to the other man.

"A temperature, yes. I haven't been coughing much. I was wondering how long it would take in this cesspool."

However, the thermometer only read about 98.9 and dropping, due to the room.

"I normally run cold," was the explanation, but if the flushed complexion and sallow skin were any indication, it was definitely a full on fever.

"Outside, probably." He didn't even miss a beat. "I know it's cool out there, but I think that's part of the appeal for me. It's a fresh change of pace from all this drudgery." He neglected to mention that his job almost often carried with it a change of pace, although many of said changes made him blanch when they were gruesome enough. This was a fighting school, after all.

She nodded and cast another glance around his office. "Hm..." Then as she moved back onto her feet, she lifted a hand and motioned somewhat absently with no rhyme or reason.

"Why are you spending all your time inside?" she asked him. A moment later and she moved to curl an arm around his shoulders, unless he quickly evaded her - which she would have let him do so. "Or do you just need someone to spent that time with? I've definitely got some of that on my hands."

Vital signs checked, he exhaled the huge breath he had been withholding inside of him. "Whew... She's still got a pulse," he affirmed to himself. "And she's still breathing." Wasting no time, he carefully, carefully scooped her up off the floor- and it was a blessing that she was relatively light- to carry her inside the infirmary, where he hooked her up to a bed where she could lie as flatly as possible.

The next step he took was to mend her gashes with his healing staff; blood loss wasn't exactly beneficial to bringing someone back into consciousness, or even staying alive, for that matter. Through his natural impulse to panic, he summoned a serenity of mind that guided the adrenaline that pumped through him and collected chaos into a fine-tuned instrument of concentration. This cohesion of two feelings was very familiar to him and allowed him domain over the heat of the moment. Blaze's gashes closed up. He went ahead and checked her vital signs again.

"She must have hit her head..." the nurse whispered to himself as he ran his second analysis, noting the swell on her cranium. "This isn't good at all." He hated to picture what series of events led to her being this brutally ripped apart. It had looked as though some kind of wild beast shredded her like wheat. The scuffle was so intense that there was enough momentum to cause her to bang her head, and hard. Rhys continued to do what he could to care for and monitor her until she would awaken next.

Rhys reserved a few moments to toggle glances between the plain thermometer reading and Jin's smoking hot face. He had no choice but to believe him. "You do look rather affected," he commented softly, still possessed by a faint wisp of awe at the current disparity. "You don't mind if I feel your forehead?"

Rhys tensed up out of sheer sheepishness when she made her move over his shoulders- most of it due to the unexpectedness of it. "Oh, there are... a few reasons I don't venture out of doors too often these days." He let his thumbs battle each other idly in his lap. "Most of it is thanks to the job I have, but some of it is because I fear it's bad for my health if I stay out for too long. Let's not forget how often I come down with something! But true enough... I would like to spend time with you, Nabooru. I just wish I were clever enough to come up with something to spend time doing."

The blonde blinked.

"No, I wouldn't stop you."

Sometime around dawn, a darkly clad teenager made his way over to the infirmary in a sprint. It was about as early as any reasonable human would want to be awake - at least, unless you were Blake and had simply stayed up all night.

He knocked politely, with a large grin etched to his face. Though he didn't have the slightest trace of injury on him, he looked sickly pale, as though on the edge of death. But to his credit, his facade kept even the smallest look of pain or trembling buried.

Rhys stepped forward and brushed aside Jin's bangs to press his palm to the heat on his forehead. Or, well, lack thereof. The healer's eyebrows raised in continued surprise as he felt no fever whatsoever.

He removed the hand. "Goodness, you're right. I don't feel a temperature at all. You're sure it's a fever?"

The knocking snapped Rhys out of the novel he had buried himself deep inside of. "Come in!" he called while leaning back far against his chair so that his head inclined closer to the door.

Some time after Kazooie's altercation with Shadow, Banjo insisted she get her injuries looked over. They weren't too severe, but he was a worrier. And just to make sure she went, he went with her.

He opened the door to the infirmary. "Hello?" he called out.

It took some time for her to regain consciousness, but the next day, her eyes blinked open and she looked around her surroundings. Her head was throbbing, and when she tried to sit up it just hurt too much and she had to lie down again.

"Where... am I?" she asked.

It was so rare for Kazooie to see her own blood. These were only minor scabs on her left arm and leg from when she fell and was dragged a bit, but man did they sting! She wasn't used to this.

Kaz was carried on Banjo's back when they entered.

Uh-oh. Someone was being carried. Rhys prayed silently that the redhead hadn't been so injured that she was robbed of her ability to walk.

"Yes? What seems to be the matter?" he asked, moving away from the counter.

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