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riverviewlogs2017-12-08 10:51 pm
like_quicksilver) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-12-08 10:51 pm
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who: Gyda and various
what: Arrival and getting settled
when: Early December
where: Portal, then clinic (possibly her new quarters)
warnings: possible mentions of illness and child-dealth
Portal: closed to Ivar;
The last thing Gyda recalled was just succumbing to sleep, the drinking hall turned sickroom appearing in her eyes so fogged and slow that she wondered if it was a dream even so. She felt so weak, cold and drained that the thought of death no longer seemed an issue: if she could just sleep, she'd feel better, she knew it. She wasn't sure how long she'd been sleeping, only that she closed her eyes, and slowly she was aware that the sounds were different. So many people were sick that the only sounds in the hall were of people coughing or her mother's voice.
Now, she couldn't hear any of that. There were no voices, but she could ‘feel’ there were people around. Gyda opened her eyes, seeing people in shadows, but she couldn’t tell of they were men or women-all she could see was that they were beckoning her to join them, and she felt compelled to obey.
Somehow, she was able to summon up enough energy to slowly push herself up, and towards the door they were pointing toward. Still weak and feverish, she draped the blanket over her shoulders and forced herself to move, stepping through the doorway. The figures didn’t follow her, and she couldn’t see her mother or the others from the hall, but that didn’t stop her from stepping through.
Her breath caught when she stepped through, the steps nearly making her trip, her mind fuzzy from fever and seeing all of the green. Part of her wondered if she had died, if the shadows were those who’d come from Hel’s domain-and yet, none of the stories told of her Hall being this green.
.
Clinic: OTA (final logs to either Marco or Ivar)
The past few days seemed all a blur, her waking in and out of sleep, seeing the same strangely dressed people coming in and out of the room they placed her in. They kept asking asking her things, and more prodding, having the strange stick in her mouth. Atleast they finally removed the needle somehow dripping fluids into her arm-the needle didn't hurt, but her arm was itchy and sore even when they took it out. The bright colored..things..they had her swallow were bitter, but she did notice she felt a little better some time after taking them. She took them along with the different tasting liquids they gave her: she recognized the chicken soup, but the rest she couldn’t even recognize as food.
Her deepest worry in this case wasn’t the illness; that was a mere inconvenience by now. What scared her was that she was by herself, her only family being a brother she didn’t know. She’d never been without her family before and the thought of what would happen now hurt more than the illness she was just recovering from.
Her third day though, she woke up feel more alert than she'd been in days, even in Kattegat. After the usual 'check up' and being told that the fever had finally broken, the female healer said was just about ready to be dismissed; all she had to do was answer some questions. Before she left, she showed, Gyda how to use the other box right by her bed, the one with the strange runes. Her eyes opened wide as she witnessed a scene of someone talking to her through the box,, but when she waved an arm and called to get their attention, she was told by the healer that the person wasn’t really there, it was only their image.
When she left to get her some fresh clothing (and ‘papers’), Gyda was still fiddling with the controls on the device, until it showed a man talking to someone as he was cooking. The whole of it didn't make sense, but it was entertaining, and above all it was distraction, something her mind craved more than than solid food.
.
what: Arrival and getting settled
when: Early December
where: Portal, then clinic (possibly her new quarters)
warnings: possible mentions of illness and child-dealth
Portal: closed to Ivar;
The last thing Gyda recalled was just succumbing to sleep, the drinking hall turned sickroom appearing in her eyes so fogged and slow that she wondered if it was a dream even so. She felt so weak, cold and drained that the thought of death no longer seemed an issue: if she could just sleep, she'd feel better, she knew it. She wasn't sure how long she'd been sleeping, only that she closed her eyes, and slowly she was aware that the sounds were different. So many people were sick that the only sounds in the hall were of people coughing or her mother's voice.
Now, she couldn't hear any of that. There were no voices, but she could ‘feel’ there were people around. Gyda opened her eyes, seeing people in shadows, but she couldn’t tell of they were men or women-all she could see was that they were beckoning her to join them, and she felt compelled to obey.
Somehow, she was able to summon up enough energy to slowly push herself up, and towards the door they were pointing toward. Still weak and feverish, she draped the blanket over her shoulders and forced herself to move, stepping through the doorway. The figures didn’t follow her, and she couldn’t see her mother or the others from the hall, but that didn’t stop her from stepping through.
Her breath caught when she stepped through, the steps nearly making her trip, her mind fuzzy from fever and seeing all of the green. Part of her wondered if she had died, if the shadows were those who’d come from Hel’s domain-and yet, none of the stories told of her Hall being this green.
.
Clinic: OTA (final logs to either Marco or Ivar)
The past few days seemed all a blur, her waking in and out of sleep, seeing the same strangely dressed people coming in and out of the room they placed her in. They kept asking asking her things, and more prodding, having the strange stick in her mouth. Atleast they finally removed the needle somehow dripping fluids into her arm-the needle didn't hurt, but her arm was itchy and sore even when they took it out. The bright colored..things..they had her swallow were bitter, but she did notice she felt a little better some time after taking them. She took them along with the different tasting liquids they gave her: she recognized the chicken soup, but the rest she couldn’t even recognize as food.
Her deepest worry in this case wasn’t the illness; that was a mere inconvenience by now. What scared her was that she was by herself, her only family being a brother she didn’t know. She’d never been without her family before and the thought of what would happen now hurt more than the illness she was just recovering from.
Her third day though, she woke up feel more alert than she'd been in days, even in Kattegat. After the usual 'check up' and being told that the fever had finally broken, the female healer said was just about ready to be dismissed; all she had to do was answer some questions. Before she left, she showed, Gyda how to use the other box right by her bed, the one with the strange runes. Her eyes opened wide as she witnessed a scene of someone talking to her through the box,, but when she waved an arm and called to get their attention, she was told by the healer that the person wasn’t really there, it was only their image.
When she left to get her some fresh clothing (and ‘papers’), Gyda was still fiddling with the controls on the device, until it showed a man talking to someone as he was cooking. The whole of it didn't make sense, but it was entertaining, and above all it was distraction, something her mind craved more than than solid food.
.