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Post by Azalea on Feb 22, 2016 0:45:11 GMT -5
((Open, but please limit it to characters that would be relevant in this situation. lol))
Fighting...Blood...War...What else had she ever known?
It was engraved in her, it was who she was and everything that called to her. Not once had she ever lived in true peace. There was always another threat, another opponent, another fight to be won. Some could probably say that it was all apart of her...'anger' issues. After all, it was no secret that her anger ran deep. Then again, anger was a Cobert trait wasn't it? The downfall of all of them. So, that was an unsurprising factor when it came to the Alpha.
So, it wouldn't have really came as a shock that Azalea finally broke about...two, three years ago? Not in such a way that she broke mentally, but she finally broke down and joined the fight that she had been funding for years before it. She left her trusty right-hand man in charge. Said right-hand man gave out orders under Azalea's persona for the entire time, just acting as if she was still there but the aloof Alpha that all Coberts had proven to be thus far. In truth, she was out heading a war. Not just any war, a war that her father created and abandoned, one that she intended to end.
Considering her intent? It was a huge success! The war ended, the side that she supported won, and everything was peachy as well...a peach? Downside...Well, she was covered in blood. A lot of it.
"Goddamn it!" She screamed, a thud resounding through the dead silent infirmary. She fell to the ground, her one hand catching her and most of the weight falling on her hip. Her other hand held her side, attempting to stop the bleeding. She looked like hell, almost like it wasn't even Azalea.
That proud woman that couldn't be shaken or beaten? It was almost as if it wasn't even her.
The raven black hair that Azalea had always nursed was frizzed out and matted in the blood. Her clothes were torn and bruises covered her skin. The simple fact that she was hurt was a horrid tragedy to begin with. Out of her entire family, she had the second fastest healing capabilities. As soon as she was hurt, it took at most? 3 days to heal. She had been like this for two goddamn weeks. She dragged her ass through the woods, alone, limping and bleeding. Her wounds busting open so many times it's a wonder that she hadn't bled out. She couldn't explain it.
On her way back home, she got jumped. Having gotten involved in the 'things' that she had recently, it was no surprise that she got overwhelmed by what attacked her. Whatever they were, they played with her rather than killed her, and they left her there to die. Azalea's best bet? They didn't want her to die, they wanted to see what she'd do. Figures of course, what could she have expected from that prick? Under normal circumstance, this wouldn't be a problem. She'd heal and get over it, she lost a fight, fine.
No. Of course there had to be some weird ass poison involved that stopped that healing, oh, and made her hallucinations come back. They were supposed to be gone after she completed her Blessed training. Nope, they're back and her darling mate was no where. She was still in the other realm...Safe to say, Azalea's last two weeks were hell.
"Get a Healer! Now!" She shouted out to an assistant that had poked her head out to look at her. The poor girl's eyes got so wide and terrified that Azalea couldn't help but smirk at that. She wouldn't be killed by this, but the girl clearly looked like she was staring at Death. The girl ran off to find the nearest person to help, and Azalea grabbed the wall to push herself up again.
Azalea stood, holding her side and clearly favoring one leg over another.
No one knew she had ever been gone. Just that she was in the background, doing things from the shadows. She could have died and not a soul would have known. If Azalea were to be honest? That thought scared her. She took a couple steps forward, a sneer of pain on her face.
"I hate demons."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Feb 22, 2016 21:19:35 GMT -5
That one person the assistant got was Jewel.
It was dead quiet because most of the patients were sleeping. Well, most being a broad term. There were twenty patients, if that. And Jewel (with the help of the nurses and a couple of doctors) took care of all of them. Ever since Eliora's time away – she's been gone too long for it to be a leave of absence … yet she didn't believe her good friend left forever – Jewel took care of the patients and made sure the infirmary was clean and tidy and oversaw the paperwork.
It was a rocky patch for a while. She fell in love that was (then) not her mate. Her family came back from the dead, it seemed. She's an insomniac, yet just came over a brutal bout of depression. Now, her last name has changed twice, the second time for good, and she became a mother for the third time. She just came back from Ireland, and found out that Nate built a house on Nightstar territory for them. Yeah, she was going to be transferring to Nightstar.
All of this while she took care of the infirmary like Eliora had asked. Thankfully she did have help.
She had been in her office, truthfully, stretching when the assistant came to tell her that there was a woman that was in desperate need of a Healer. Immediately she stood up and ran out, her white uniform shoes slapping against the tile floor. Like always, an emergency had her feeling that every second was crucial. Every second had her feeling as if she was in quicksand.
And then, she stopped at the nurse desk to call for a gurney. Just one glance at Azalea (who she didn't recognize at first) had her understanding the wide-eyed fearful look from the young girl. Quick words over the intercom later, she was walking purposefully to crouch down to Azalea. Yet … like always … she felt her heart jump to her throat.
Maybe if she didn't smell blood and the forest – maybe if she looked at her face – she would have immediately questioned what was up with her bleeding. But instead, as she pulled on her gloves, she said in a professional tone of voice, "My name is Dr. Constantine. Do you know where you're at?"
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Post by Azalea on Feb 22, 2016 23:54:59 GMT -5
Azalea leaned against one of the couches in the lobby- she'd buy a new one, no biggie. The blood covered everywhere she touched as she heard the doctor running toward her. She was looking at her hand as Jewel came to her side, but as she spoke, she just looked up.
In typical Azalea fashion, she hadn't needed to see Jewel to know who she was. Everyone, absolutely everyone, had their own personal scent. It laid underneath of everything and very few people could smell that true scent. So no matter how much had changed in someone's life, there was a way for Azalea to identify them. Azalea never forgot a smell either, not one of a person.
"Constantine? What the hell are you talking about Jewel? Where's Eliora?" She looked at her oddly, her eyes narrowing as she used her free hand to push the hair from her face. "And of course I know where I am. I'm hurt, not delirious, though...I'm shocked I'm not."
She laughed, her head rolling back. Despite saying she wasn't delirious, she almost seemed it. She was off balance, in pain, and things were spinning for her. The wound had reopened about 3 miles out. Azalea had been bleeding ever since and that was obviously a bad thing.
"We should probably skip the questions and get to the stitching, no?"
Good thing about her...tours of duty? She dealt with things like this very well. A bit too well actually, you don't really get over having one entire side of your body burnt to a nice crisp. Nothing could really top it either, although there have been things that have gotten close. This happened to be one of them. The poison was all throughout her body, and it was degenerating her. Stopping her healing processes. Even after initial treatment? These wounds wouldn't heal, but they didn't know that just yet, did they?
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Feb 24, 2016 23:25:27 GMT -5
At first, she was shocked. Jewel hadn't heard that voice in a long time, yet she knew that it was Azalea's. Obviously that wasn't why she was shocked. It was because Azalea was bleeding out on her – the Infirmary's floor. It was … weird for Jewel. Alphas were supposed to be strong. Indestructible.
It's not that Jewel was criticizing Azalea. No, never at all. The reason why she felt that it was weird was because Azalea … needed to be stitched up. Jewel was reminded that Alphas could be as vulnerable as well as the people they lead. They could be hurt. And given that Azalea had rarely ever set foot in this Infirmary (that the seasoned Healer could recall) Azalea was hurt pretty bad.
Jewel narrowed her eyes too, recovering from her initial surprise while scrutinizing her face. "Well, I'm glad. But it looks like we might have to put you under." Meaning sleeping gas was needed. Jewel wasn't about to have Azalea be awake as a lot of people hovered over her body and stitched her up like a worn doll. "You'll be a bit delirious when you wake up."
The gurney arrived a few seconds after that, and the people to help Jewel set a large flat board usually seen in ambulances on the ground. Jewel moved deftly to Azalea's feet while an assistant moved to her upper body, and on the count of three gently moved her to the flat board so that they can transport her from the floor to the gurney easily.
"Most definitely stitching. Emergency surgery is needed." Jewel ran with the assistants to the operating room. She always looked sideways toward Azalea to make sure that she hadn't passed out before the anesthesiologist was called to the room, though even if she did Jewel (she would try to keep her awake if Azalea did feel her kids get heavy) would administer a shot of pain killers as the Alpha was hooked up to the heart monitor and an IV.
Adrenalin pumped through Jewel, yet her hands were quick and sure as soon as the transfer from gurney to operating table was made. A mask was produced from a nurse, as well as a gown to cover her scrubs. And as soon as Dr. O'Reilly arrived to help Azalea feel as little pain as possible, Jewel set to work.
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Post by Azalea on Feb 28, 2016 21:38:54 GMT -5
"Put me under...? Ha."
She gave out this amused snort, loud and obviously dismissive. It could have sounded a bit rude but she wasn't exactly in a position to be courteous. She shook her head, grabbing her side tighter in an attempt to keep the pain from getting worse from her laughter.
"Good luck with that. Three tranq darts meant for elephants can't even put me down, I don't know how you intend to do it. Easiest route? Get me some pain killers, heavy ones. And if my stomach isn't torn open? Tea." She seemed to be joking with the tea part but the pain killers were far from a joke. Azalea was well aware of the breeding of shifters and how much it played a role in how a shifter would turn out. After all, for the first part of her life, she was raised by Suki and Angus rather than Decoii. Angus had tales of what lay beyond their mortal reach while Suki kept her stories grounded in how to expand their reach.
Suki also made it no secret that Aza's breeding was insane. All of the good, very little bad. In fact, now that she could see? There was none. Although she wasn't pure, she was an Alpha bred through and through. She was something more than what others were, and that came with it's own downfalls. Said downfalls including her high resistances and tolerances which came from both sides of her family tree. In fact, it was a little scary according to some.
"Surgery. Fun. Let's try not to saw through bones?" She cracked a smile, allowing herself to be put onto the gurney. Azalea just laid back and closed her eyes. She didn't pass out, she didn't do anything but lay there. She'd occasionally open her eyes to look at the people surrounding her but the room spun so much that she had to close them. Passing out was coming soon, and even she knew that one. Honestly? Trying to knock her out would be a waste of the medication. Giving her pain meds and letting nature do it's thing seemed the best bet because now that she was out of the woods and in the care of those she trusted? It seemed so much...nicer just to pass out.
Then she jumped slightly, her eyes wide as instinctively she went to grab Jewel's arm.
"No visitors. No one but you and the medical team can see me, please."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Mar 2, 2016 0:31:51 GMT -5
Jewel didn't take Azalea's words as rude. Especially when she explained her strong immunity. It made sense. Then again, Azalea was wounded terribly. These wounds should have started the stitching themselves up by now, considering that Azalea was now not moving enough to upset them. If the natural healing process wasn't working, what if her immune system wasn't working either?
Suddenly, Jewel wasn't worried about whether Azalea would be able to bypass the properties of elephant tranquilizer darts. From the smell of Azalea, she had been crashing through the woods - an unsanitary place - with multiple open wounds. And the more open wounds meant the increased chance of infection. Jewel absolutely cannot have that. At all. Her mouth set itself in a grim line, trying to push back the scenario like a plate of untouched brussel sprouts.
"It would weigh on my shoulders if I didn't try," Jewel replied. "Unless you don't mind people hovering over you. Then we can go the easiest route."
Then she couldn't help but feel her lips tilt slightly upwards. "I don't think the surgery would constitute bone-sawing. Hopefully your wounds aren't deep enough to even see bone." But Jewel could only assess so much when a patient wasn't on an exam table. Azalea might have wounds under her clothes - which they were going to have to cut off. It was necessary. Jewel didn't want anything in her way as she took care of Azalea.
Jewel had been busy comanding someone to hook Azalea up to a heart monitor and grabbing the scissors from the stand of tools sitting casually by the operating table, her concentration completely on getting Azalea's clothes away from her wounds. So when Azalea grabbed her arm, she jumped herself.
At first, as she looked at Aza with concern (not professional concern, because doctors wouldn't want to know the reason why Aza didn't want to see anyone). A sort of concern when a friend was in trouble. Or maybe even a mother who worried why her child was coming home with bad grades. Then, she pushed the question down the back of her throat. Jewel knew when it was time to work. She'd ask later.
But it didn't mean the question was easy to swallow - it felt like pushing a rock twice as big as her past her vocal chords. "All right." And then she set to work, barking to Dr. O'Reilly not to even mess with the anesthesia, instead administering pain killers via IV.
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It was well past eight o'clock in the morning when they were finished. Jewel wasn't sure what time in the evening Azalea barged in the infirmary. (Though soon after the cleaning crew cleaned the floor with a lot of bleach and the couch was thrown out into the yard.) But she was glad that she decided to work the evening shift; the others wouldn't know how to handle the situation. They've heard and witnessed the natural healing process of a werewolf, but since Azalea's wasn't working correctly they would have ended up calling Jewel to the scene anyway.
Though the thing is ... as Azalea - wearing a hospital gown - lied in the hospital bed (they had transported her as soon as they were done) and Jewel tapped her pen against her lip while looking contemplatively back and forth between the alpha and the IV bag full of blood beside her, the Healer was thinking of why Azalea wasn't healing at all. Jewel still smelled like blood. The outdoorsy scent that Azalea had had rubbed off on her. But Azalea would have been cleaned - granted not in the bath or shower, but with a sponge - for the sake of getting the dried blood off of her.
And while she was cleaned, Jewel stepped into her office and called Nathaniel. She apologized that she wasn't home, and that she'd be there as soon as possible. The night nurse had said what Jewel was confirming now: she had been dealing with a patient, she's not dead, and she loves him.
Now, she waited for Azalea to wake up. So that she could ask not one, but quite a few questions.
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Post by Azalea on Mar 2, 2016 1:54:52 GMT -5
Azalea felt...heavy.
In the end, her tolerance for the medication was still present but she had passed out on her own and the pain medication allowed her to stay that way. It took a lot, so even as she woke up, it was still lingering in her system. She found it hard to move, or really comprehend what was going on. At first? The woman nearly came up swinging but with how her body was reacting, it didn't look like that. It looked like awkward, slow, flailing around on the bed. Azalea was lucky that she didn't pull the damn iv out.
Her dreams still plagued her, and they were just as gruesome as usual. Blood, death, battle...the only difference was that she saw herself reveling in it. Savoring the sweet chaos in a way that she could only allow herself in the release of sleep. Upon waking the thought was still fresh in her mind, and she found herself disgusted and disappointed that the dream made her feel the way it had.
The smell of the hospital burned her nose. Chemicals, medications, blood, age, it all combined for not only a unique scent but a rather disgusting one. The white room with the bright lights burn her eyes so much that it caused an automatic migraine. The hum of electricity became apparent and the sound of the machinery was so loud should could hear it three rooms down. This is why she hated hospitals and doctors offices. It wasn't something as drastic as Angus' hatred but Azalea preferred the private setting that she grew up with, a setting where her special needs could be met without as many irritants. Hell, when Azalea was younger? She'd get sick just being in here.
Now, she could tolerate it but didn't like it. It was something that she hadn't paid attention to when she first walked into the infirmary but the amount of blood she had lost could account for that.
Her eyes were caught by the IV, and she trailed her gaze up the tubing and to the bag. It made her...uncomfortable and it took a lot for her not to rip it out. Hell, she moved to grab it only to feel the tugging of her stitches. At first, she was confused but quickly realized what they were. Azalea had never needed stitches before. Braces, splints, wraps but never once had she had to have stitches. The family healing factor was enough to take care of that, and in fact, their healing was usually so good that doctors had to re-break her bones to set them properly.
Azalea was defeated, her head falling back onto the pillow with a deep sigh coming from her lips. She was in the hospital, hooked up to a blood bag, and held together by string. Pathetic, that's what that was.
"I can't say I like anything about this situation." She muttered, using the hand without the IV in it to push her hair back. She finally noticed the gown when she did so. "Great. What am I? Dying? This is pathetic."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Mar 4, 2016 10:48:58 GMT -5
Jewel watched her wake up. Well, watch wasn't the word she'd use. More like … make observations. Most definitely she was concerned. If one would look at her the expression on her face was the same one when it came to Thea and her rather violent decisions. But that concern was a bit bigger than that.
As a normal Healer, she was never given the Cobert children's medical records. And then she became Jashua's personal doctor and researcher. She had access to his. Shortly after that, he died. And she shredded them. (After all, he wasn't coming back.) Simple as that.
Now, Azalea was here. Obviously without her medical records. Or, really, any records at all. Her alpha was practically a stranger. Jewel's been in the pack when she was born. Azalea led the party to rescue Thea, Timothy, and Darren (because Thea absolutely refused to leave without them). But there was so much to Azalea that she didn't know. That the pack didn't know.
There have been meetings. Like, three. Two? One of them was to establish her authority and the other was to claim that the Cobert family has dwindled to barely anything as well as her growing tired of this pack being called "the rogue pack". And that was it. Other than that? Azalea could have died last night. Died. And Jewel wouldn't have the right to mourn because she didn't know who she was. (She would have, either way. But still.)
"Stop moving so much," she said sternly after making short-hand notes. Her steps were clipped as she walked to Azalea's bedside. The IV swayed a bit, and her free hand went out to steady it. "You'll pull those stitches loose. And your wounds were a pain in the butt to put together."
At Azalea's question, she snorted. "No. But without that bag," she nodded toward it, "you would be. You lost a lot of blood." She sat down in the chair designated for visiting family, chuckling. And when she leaned back, she heaved her own sigh and looked at Azalea.
"Why? Why did you lose a lot of blood? What happened?"
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Post by Azalea on Mar 18, 2016 23:56:23 GMT -5
"Moving is what keeps someone alive, not laying on their back. Very bad position, actually."
Azalea's voice was laced with sarcasm and an obvious distaste for her current position. She sighed a bit, closing her eyes but clearly still awake. "Can we turn these lights off and open a curtain or something? They hurt." She was being very blunt but that was because she was registering the pain again and this time? There was no natural pain killer or adrenaline running through her veins, just whatever they had her hooked up too.
"Wonderful. Great to know I cheated Death again, I'm sure she'll be one pissed dead queen once we speak again." The sarcasm was so thick, it would be near impossible for someone to take her seriously. Just her being her rather than talking about an actual person. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so crude, you did save me after all...I just have a particular hatred for hospitals and I've never truly needed a doctor so this is a bit...out of my element so to speak."
Azalea looked almost...emaciated. Her normal golden glow to her skin was replaced with an almost grey tone to it, and she was thin. Almost too thin, it was to the point where even her normal muscular frame looked dwindling. Bags rested under her eyes, and her eyes themselves didn't seem to shine like they used too. Her hair was dry and dull, where her native american blood generally prevented that. All in all? She didn't look too much like Azalea but everything she said and how she said it was nothing but her. In fact, in a dark twisted sort of way? It might even remind Jewel of Azalea's mother, Decoii.
"Why? Well, I got jumped...in the woods...about, I don't know...two weeks ago? Yeah, two weeks. Time gets a bit strange when you're alone in the woods for so long. Long story short, I got into a fight with a big cat that decided I'd make a good lunch and reopened it all making sure I didn't become a nice crunchy snack. That happened about...six hours before I came in? Hadn't stopped bleeding since."
That entire story was filled with nothing but bad, and yet the way that Azalea said it made it sound like it was a normal day, nothing new. Considering all the wounds she had in the past, it normally wouldn't have been, but she wasn't healing. She sighed, knowing that she couldn't just put her light spin on things and expect them to turn out okay. There was no guarantee that this poison would just burn out of her system, it could get worse. With it being something that humans or shifters had never created, there might not be a conventional way to detect it. She didn't want to die, knowing what was waiting for her, so she had to stop being so damn vague.
"...I was poisoned." She stated after a long pause.
The Cobert's health information was only ever completely divulged to one doctor, Sukianna Everlasting. Suki was the one who kept them from dying upon birth, the one keeping them going, and the only doctor Angus ever 'half-way' trusted. She was a damn good doctor that specialized in birth defects and shifter breeding after all. Not many doctors could say that, since shifter breeding and disorders was a taboo subject but when all the kids have some sort of defect? Suki was the specialist they needed.
Suki was gone now. Long gone, and had absolutely no intention on returning. In fact, Azalea couldn't even pick up Suki's trail and hadn't been since she came back the first time from Lily's realm. So all the information that she had about the entire Cobert family was with her too. Everything from Carestia's healing and silver allergy to Troy's dyslexia. With Azalea being the only one known to the pack to be alive, the others didn't really matter all that much.
All of Azalea's little quirks and issues that Aza didn't even know about? No way of finding out. It was like Azalea had been found in the woods like a missing link that had never gone to a doctor. There was no medical record that was accessible to them whether it was human or shifter. In a way, that was good for someone like Aza but also bad in situations like this. An unthinkable situation that left most of them in the dark. Azalea couldn't even recall being hurt for so long last, and in the end? It was the worst feeling she could think of.
Prolonged pain. It was horrible. Before this, the last time she was hurt this bad was when one entire half of her body was burnt to the point of no return. It was almost as if it melted her body on that one side...it took about this long to heal up. The pain lessened as time went on, naturally, but this didn't. Everything hurt just as bad as the day she got it, and everything kept opening. She didn't know how much longer she could take it, and that's why she broke down and came here in the first place. Without that poison, Azalea would have dragged herself back to her apartment and legitimately slept it off. Not an option now.
"That's why I'm not healing, Jewel. I got poisoned, pretty bad too."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Mar 25, 2016 0:19:30 GMT -5
Jewel chuckled. It was a forced chuckle, to hide how she wanted to knock some sense into Azalea. She couldn't stand it when patients were like this. No one wanted to be in the hospital, because hospitals generally remind people of how mortal they are, that one wrong move and one could die. But that didn't mean one could be snarky about it. Jewel always had the urge to kick the patients that acted like this out while they're in the middle of the healing process.
Without a word, she went to turn off the lights. Temporarily the room was dark other than the lights of the heart monitor standing imperiously beside Azalea. Then, she did open the curtain, even going so far as to pushing the window up a crack to let the fresh air in. She was glad she did, because even though she was used to the smell of bleach and cleanliness, Jewel was also a lover of the outdoors. It was a refresher for her.
"I forgive you," she said after a pause, taken aback a bit. All of the patients that were rude never apologized. This was different for her. "And if you feel that way, I do make house calls." Jewel smirked then, genuinely amused. "I'm rather flexible, all things considered. I wish there was a cloning machine though, where I can be in multiple places at once."
Azalea, as she lay there in not such a good mood or in the best health, didn't remind her of Decoii. She reminded her of other patients that had visited here, less worse off than the alpha, yet still looked pretty bad. Oh, she knew that Azalea was the daughter of Angus and Decoii. But she's only talked with Angus a handful or two of times. Decoii even less than that. And they never came in here. At least, that she knew of. Those two were the farthest away from the Healer's mind as they could get. Especially when Azalea confessed that she had been poisoned/
"What?" she asked immediately after that, leaning forward with shock evident in her face. Was her Healer skills deteriorating? Surely she should have caught that by now. The poison. It was rarely ever that werewolves did get poisoned, the only two known ones being silver and wolfsbane. Yet she would see the signs. Other than being really pale and not healing as quickly as she should, Azalea didn't exhibit any tell-tale signs of poison from those two. "What poison can be this bad for shifters? Unless it's silver or wolfsbane, most shifters expel the usual things that can be posionous to humans. Is this a government project or something?"
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Post by Azalea on Mar 29, 2016 18:09:02 GMT -5
"While the thought is very much appreciated, Jewel, I won't make you go through that just because I want to have a stick up my ass. I'll just have to learn to deal with the consequences of losing a fight."
Azalea lifted her hand, looking at it with a sort of disdain mixed with awe- a look only someone that had once been without sight could accomplish. She wasn't the type of woman to be overly concerned about her appearance, in fact, she didn't give two shits unless it came to her tattoo. Right now though? Her nails looked horrible. They were cracked, chipped, and looking like they were about ready to fall off. NO matter how much doctors might have tried to clean them, or how much she tried to clean them before she came in here, there were blood stains in the cracks. Most of the dirt had been washed away but the blood wouldn't come out.
She started picking at them absentmindedly while Jewel began to freak out about the poison. Azalea didn't seem to think much of it, but then again, Azalea had seen so much more than Jewel could ever dream.
"It's not government." She stated with absolute certainty. "And trust me, I have no silver allergy. Wolfsbane hurts like a bitch and will stop me in my tracks depending on the amount, but it wouldn't stop my healing. This is something...darker than that. A lot darker, and I can't even tell what it is by smelling it. I'm pretty sure it either has sulfur or Mercury in it, it's leaving a hell of a taste behind just like morphine does- and no. I'm not mistaking the pain killers for it."
Azalea put her hand down on her lap and started patting it. She was already uncomfortable and even in the short time that she had been awake, she was started to get anxious. The heart monitor was a dead give away as well. She could have lied her ass off about being obviously unnerved but that damn thing was giving her away as her heart rate slowly started to climb.
"Do you...Do you remem-" She sighed. "Is there doctor, patient confidentiality here or is that just a human thing?"
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Apr 14, 2016 23:08:32 GMT -5
Jewel quickly wrote down "no silver allergy" in the quick file she was creating for Azalea. This file was for her personal use only. No one else's, not only because Jewel worked with a lot of humans that didn't know this facility was run by the pack, and she didn't need for them to be looking through her alpha's papers. But also because hearing of this poison had her already thinking of ways to counter act it. To make an antedote. Humans couldn't do it when they didn't know this world was a much more dangerous place than serial killers or religious extremists. Especially when Azalea said that it was "darker" than wolfsbane and silver.
Mercury and sulfer were two of the things that humans can get poisoned from. Though Azalea is much stronger than the average wolf. This poison had to have something else in it. Something that ... wasn't on the periodic table. Something that could stop even Azalea's healing ability. Jewel had to hold back a groan of desperation; if only Simon were still alive. Being an Alchemist, he knew everything under the sun about things like this. Or maybe she could get Aine to help her.
Her pen scratched furiously down her pad, skipping every other line as her hand transferred her thoughts from her brain to the paper. If one looked over her shoulder, 'sulfer' and 'mercury' were underlined a few times. She also put 'What else?' beside them, before stopping her pen to pay more attention to the heart rate monitor. Azalea was worried about something, that was obvious to the woman sitting beside her. When she started to speak, Jewel's attention went from the machine to Azalea quickly. "It's not just a human thing. I follow the doctor-patient confdentiality, at least."
After all, unless Jashua told his family, they wouldn't know that Jewel was so close to finding him a ... cure for his disorder. She was just that secretive.
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Post by Azalea on Apr 15, 2016 1:37:51 GMT -5
"Good."
Azalea's words were short and curt, without any telltale signs of what her heart and her nerve tic of tapping on something were showing. She sighed, closing her eyes before she opened them and stared directly at Jewel. Her eyes burrowing into Jewel without question. Despite her physical appearance, her eyes still shined with the same power and confidence that was undeniably Azalea.
"Jewel. You were with my family and me on our journey to the Elvish Dimension. The natural home of Quinn and Lily. I remember it, even though it was brief and cut off, it's one of my more vivid memories. As such, you know of the things there that, presumably, are not in this dimension, correct?"
She posed it like a question, but she knew that Jewel was aware. Quinn was really active in the pack for a while, and she knew the two of them had spoke. It's hard not to grasp that the gamma and his daughter are the only two non-human based shifters in the pack. That was pretty obvious from their unique appearances and their pointed ears. In fact, while in the other dimension, Azalea knew that Jewel should have seen creatures other than elves- they had gone there during one of the festivals after all.
Even though Azalea hadn't been able to see during her first visit there, she knew of what went on at those festivals. Who attended. Even if there weren't any creatures outside of Elves that interacted with them, there were plenty in the background. Azalea would admit that she didn't know if Jewel sincerely thought that similar creatures weren't apart of their world or not, but that was the common belief. Oddly, even shifters seemed to have the thought process that they were the only 'supernatural' beings out there. That was only because the others didn't feel the need to deal with them.
"Well, creatures of that nature are not excluded here. They're here, have been for much longer than we have, and they are much stronger than anything we can imagine. Elves, demons, faeries, trolls, shades, imps, everything. We have it. That's the origin of this poison." Azalea took another deep breath, shaking her head. "My fam-...well, certain members of my family have...interesting connections to these other creatures. My father has known about it for a long time and I've been told stories since I was a child. They don't generally deal with us, but the demons have taken an...interest in me I would suppose. I was ambushed by a large number of them out in the forest on my way back here. It coated their weapons."
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
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Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Apr 15, 2016 2:31:16 GMT -5
Jewel didn't shy away from Azalea's intense gaze. Not until Azalea revealed that the people that poisoned her were demons. Her question had been answered with a short, grim nod.
And with every word of explination, her skin crawled and blood ran cold with the realization. No she knew that werewolves weren't the strongest on the food chain. To be honest she found that vampires were higher on that list. But she didn't pay any attention until now. Her body leaned against the chair's back, and without talking for a few minutes she wrote down things like "demons" and "sulfer equals brimstone" and "salt". Jewel held back a groan, wishing that demons weren't the ones to hurt Azalea because she just knew it wasn't her God's enemy and his cohorts she was talking about. This had something to do with the Elvish Dimension.
Or did it?
"Did you happen to see the color of the poison?" she asked finally, bouncing her knee lightly after she stopped writing. "If I knew the color, then I can look for an ingredient that can dye it that color."
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Post by Azalea on Apr 15, 2016 9:31:40 GMT -5
"Black as their blood."
The statement was simple, but to Aza? It had so many implications that it became terrifying to her. Did the demons truly bleed or was it poison. Did Azalea even harm the beasts when she fought them? The demons that Azalea fought within the Elvish Dimensions were so different than the ones here. The only thing that was the same was the methods of fighting them. Salt, Silver, Iron, things of that nature could harm them. All the little charms and tricks that her father taught her as a child that she thought were just little games.
Strange, as a child, she believed it all so feverishly but even as she spent years upon years growing up in a world that had those things as their truth, Azalea stopped believing in them here. Stories that her father told her but never held up. Then things started happening when she came back...The Nightstar came back, and so much more. There was no telling Azalea that these things weren't real...and she was going to use every bit of her Blessed Training to force them away.
"Jewel, I was trained as a Blessed Soldier. I went through every trial and survived, no matter how much torture I went through mentally. They broke me, but this...? I've fought demons from their dimension. I've fought dragon-gods. Hell, I killed an Elvish King. The things I've seen and done...It's nothing like this dimension. The demons I was fighting before were weak, simplistic. We have our versions here, but this? These things are something else and they've been haunting me for years...ever since that bastard killed my family. After I was appointed as Blessed, they didn't bother me. Something in that poison made it so they could again."
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