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Post by bygoneera on Sept 14, 2011 16:18:41 GMT -5
Somewhat confused that the doctor didn't think she was doing well, Bygone examined the poultice on his hoof; to his untrained eye it appeared to be just fine.
"Hm."
The fatigue from the day's hike caught up to him, and he fell fast asleep.
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Post by applecider on Sept 14, 2011 16:44:59 GMT -5
"Thanks doc," Apple Cider said as she slowly drank the green tea, making sure she didn't drop the cup or choke on the tea. The tea felt good, warming her sore throat. She was happy at the fact that it was a flu that she had and the treatment would begin soon. What bothered Apple Cider was the fact that it seemed like her eyes being cloudy were not related to the flu. she shuddered at the fact of possibly going blind.
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Post by silverpine on Sept 14, 2011 22:43:16 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry you two, for jumping back and forth like this. DX Especially you, Bygone. I wish I could bring you two together to talk somehow...))
Silver only smiled tiredly as Cider thanked her. She felt as if she didn't deserve that sentiment, not yet at least. Cider was still sick, after all. Feeling a sense of immediateness, Silver walked to her shelves of common herbs. As she was moving, she said:
"I'll help bring you home so you can rest there, dear," Silver said softly. "You need to stay in bed for a few days to recover your strength."
She found the container of fresh Siberian ginseng, a good herb for balancing the immune system after a viral or bacterial infection. This was perfect for improving Cider's vitality, too. Using the mortar and pestle that sat on the counter, Silver ground up the root. The sweet perfumed sharpness perked up her spirits, as it always did. She talked as she worked.
"Dear, you'll have to take three Ginseng pills a day with your meals for two weeks. This will help you get back on your feet, okay? I'll come by every day to check on you, and make sure that somepony stays with you all day with you." And there, done! She quickly finished making the 21 pills with her experienced hooves, and placed them in a dark glass container. She then gave the bottle to Cider. "But the most important thing for you to do, is sleep. Sleep will do your body good. And as for your eyes, I'll call in Ailfend, the doctor from Ponyville, if he has time. Two heads work better than one." One and a half, I mean... Silver suppressed a sigh. "But I can assure you this... You won't lose your sight." She gently patted Cider's tired shoulder. "I'll make sure of that."
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Post by bygoneera on Sept 15, 2011 15:36:23 GMT -5
((OoC: It's okay, I'm sure we'll work something out. For now, Bygone will be taking a nap, so you can skip over me this round.))
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
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Post by watcher on Sept 18, 2011 10:27:08 GMT -5
Limping into the clinic, Nimble Mind looked like he had been struck by lightning. "Ow, ow, ow,"Okay, note to self: DON'T try mixing those two spells, they cause an explosion."I hope they have something for burns here, mine are getting uncomfortable."
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Post by thepatriot on Sept 30, 2011 18:30:00 GMT -5
Following Nimble in, a white male pony steps in through the door. He quickly takes a look around at what's happening inside the clinic, nodding to himself. Noting the "Please be patient" sign sitting at the main desk he steps over to the side of the room, out of the way.
A saddle bag sits across Quillson's back, a small portable typewriter resting along the side. He reaches back, unlatching the bag's strap with a quick flick of his mouth. The bag falls with a soft thump next to Quill's hooves. He turns to face the open keys of the typewriter and begins pecking away at them.
After a few moments he looks up, as if noticing Nimble for the first time. Oh my! Are you all right over there? He steps over his typewriter, walking up to Nimble's front. Is there anything I can do to help??
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