A Hand in the Medicine Jar [Aephon]

[Lotty]

If nobody else was going to help them...if everyone else was too busy flailing over their firelizards, panicking over their sniffles, and expecting bandages for their hang nails, then K'sel would just do as he had always done, and attend to matters himself. While the other few ahead of him in line had the luxury of being able to talk to the attendant at the front desk, his throat was too swollen and red to do much other than let air up and down it's passages, and having grown increasingly impatient with being told to "sit down" - why should he have to, he had been waiting longer than the brat with the bloody nose - he stormed right on past the infirmary worker to alleviate this ailment himself. The shouts and orders to come back rolled right off of him like sweat.

The brownrider reasoned that he wasn't asking for fellis, he didn't want a psychogenic trip, he wanted liquid feel good just focused on what ailed him, and for once this was something that could not be solved with alcohol. The thought of the stuff made his throat throb with an extra bout of pain. Now, since his symptoms were simple he figured that the cure would be just as easy to come by and he began picking up jars and reading their labels as if he actually knew what the different herbs did. There just had to be an easier way. Why wasn't it that any of the usual infirmary faces were around? Kalierre was on his wing, and although they weren't buddy buddy he could at least get her to help but nope...nowhere to be seen.

His miniature firelizard fair was of course with him. Eyesore practically growling at the apprentice who was trying to stop him, Mojo suggesting the next jar to pick by landing on their lids and and tapping the glass with his talons, and Fracas of course acting like she was much too good for those stupid smelly boys and instead lounging on a high shelf and watching them with disbelief. Pettahth was of course doing his usual reprimands in the back of his head, but K'sel was assuring him the whole time that worst come to worst he could claim insanity. Ate some bad fruit in the jungle out there. Considering his usual derelict mountain man style he preferred it would be believable.

[Ember]

Aephon grumbled under his breath as one of the many patients of the day left and he headed back to the front desk to see who needed tending next. Was it really all that hard to avoid getting hurt or to let a simple cold run it's course? He'd expected injuries at a weyr but not the amount that were present when there was no action going on. He could also kind of see how people might freak out a little over the cold considering the epidemic that had spread through the weyr a while back. Feh, plenty had survived it. The weyr was full of a bunch of babies.

When the teen got to the front desk the attendant directed him back into the infirmary. Some person had apparently decided to ignore the line up and barge in uninvited. Great. So not only did he have to find the guy but he also had to treat him for whatever ailed him, real or imagined. Some people did have phantom pains or thought something was wrong when there was nothing. Damn wastes of time if you asked the black haired Healer. K'sel proved not too hard to find and Aephon leaned on the door frame for a moment to watch what the brownrider was doing.

Tch. He caught the apprentice's attention with a sharp wave and indicated he'd handle the situation. He moved into the room and said angrily, "Oi! I hope you're not actually stupid enough to try any of those. You might well poison yourself. Then us Healers would have to clean up the mess." He strode over to the man and planted his hands on his waste, glaring at the older man. "You're supposed to ask for help, not just invade the infirmary at your leisure. Now then would you kindly stop messing with our herbs and tell me your problem. An apology would also be appropriate."

Aephon was noticeable angry, though he wasn't yelling like he usually did. It was the infirmary; he had common sense enough not to risk waking patients up. The little brother of Nephele resembled her enough that, if K'sel chose to notice anything but his throat, he might recognize the Healer as a sibling of hers. Aephon was blissfully unaware of who K'sel was or that Nephele was even in the weyr at all. Unfortunately for Aephon, the former fact was probably going to change quite quickly.

[Lotty]

Upon seeing Aephon quite a few things ran through his mind, and if anything, he had trouble sorting out what he should think first. While his throat did hurt...badly...he couldn't help but put aside the pain for a moment to squint his eyes and stare down this healer that had found him. His looks were oddly familiar...familiar enough that it was literally nagging at the back of his head. Who did he look like? Who? He'd had been scolded like that before by someone, and the hands on his waist thing belonged to a memory with a distinctly feminine aura. Yet two and two were not coming together and the pain of the swelling had caught his breath once again.

After the initial bout of suspicion that he granted all the strangers he encountered, he knew that he would have to set aside whatever....'differences' the two of them might of had in order to get better. He couldn't do this no-talking thing. It was all swell and good at first, but not being able to verbally retaliate every once in a while was enough to drive him crazy. Especially now. His tongue was just begging to so kindly educate the teenager on the finer points of having to wait in the reception area and how - even more importantly - he didn't go around just apologizing. Apologies were for when you accidentally stepped on someone's foot or when you sneezed on their food. Not for when you had to help yourself to medicine.

He let go of his grip on some lavender, surely having sullied the stuff with his K'sel-germs, and without expression stalked forward towards the healer and waiting until he was good and close to point out the problem in his own version of sign language. Point, point, pointed he did right at his throat before opening his mouth good and wide in the hopes that the journeyman could see how red and inflamed it was before backing off again and setting his hands on his own hips in clear mimicry. Two could play the angry, brooding boy act. Bring it on healer boy.

[Ember]

Being stared at didn't sit well with the Healer and he stared right back defiantly. This guy hadn't been in his presence more than a few seconds and he was already annoying him. Just great. He could swear people tried to annoy him on purpose. Everywhere he went someone managed to piss him off. Generally they didn't make it easy and apologize right away either. Tch. The lack of an apology from K'sel wasn't helping his current mood at all and he prayed the man told him his problem so he could fix it and get him out of his hair.

The lack of response at all was soon explained as the man invaded his personal space - Aephon's bubble was quite large, thank you for asking - and gestured towards his throat. "So that's it? Your throat hurts...and you can't talk?" The black haired boy huffed and turned away from K'sel and the mimicry, heading towards the shelves of herbs. "Have a seat," he threw back over his shoulder, pointing vaguely at a chair. People seriously over-reacted at this weyr. He found himself missing Healer Hall despite the messed up way they did things there.

Contrary to whatever K'sel might have thought, Aephon actually hadn't been after herbs right away. He wouldn't - couldn't - treat before knowing all the details. He reached for some hide and a writing tool before moving back towards K'sel. He tossed both on the table next to the brownrider. "Write down anything you know about whatever you have. Fever? Congestion?" The boy paused for a moment and turned to give K'sel an odd look. "Do you even know how to read and write?" He asked rudely as he washed his hands with redwort.