fandom_clinic | FTEC, Sunday [08/07]

He's here to help. Or also to share coffee.

Sometime after noon- and a dip in the ocean to get the worst of what was on her and her clothes relatively cleaner, and scrubbing away at her still-there larger teeth- Scully came in, looking downcast and sheepish. "Hey."

"Hey," Ronan said, smiling softly. "Feeling a little... more yourself?"

"Much." There were still huge gray patches everywhere, and her eyes were still black, the nails still too long. But her skull had gone back to normal, and the tail was half the size it was yesterday. Trying to stay clinical, her voice shaky, she said, "The rate of recovery appears to be twice as fast as the rate of mutation..." Gahh. "Help?"

Ronan cocked his head, considering. "I can see what I can do," he allowed. "If it's stopped fighting back, I should be able to speed things along."

"Thanks," Scully said quietly, very tired. "I don't want to go back to the dorms when I might still freak people out. Even if I can hold a conversation just fine now." And that was a huge, huge relief. Forget the physical, losing her mind was what had shaken her.

Ronan laughed a little -- mostly out of relief. "No desire to examine my blood, then?" he asked, already lining up the spells he'd need in his head. He nodded back towards the exam rooms before heading towards them.

Scully facepalmed a bit, then trudged back toward the exam room, contemplating her ripped jeans and shredded shoes as she hopped up on the table. She hated to say it, but... "Not in the least. Not at this moment." Although. "I'll want to read the reports later, though. I always do."

"You were recording on your MP3 player, too." Ronan started sketching his spell-circle in the air in front of Scully. "So you'll have that, too, if you want. This shouldn't take long," he added. "Although it may feel... odd."

And he began speaking through the spell.

Those would be a very useful chronicle of her descent into madness. Scully wondered if Mulder would want copies.

The ... spell, healing, however it worked, tingled. Not to the point of pain, but there was some discomfort in places where gray scales and other mutations had occurred. She tried to hold very still, and not scratch at the places that itched/tingled/burned.

It was definitely easier going for Ronan this time than any attempts to heal things before -- not easy, but definitely easier. The template was there, still, underneath the damage done to her cells, and he told Scully's body, 'This. This is what you're supposed to be. Look at it; remember it. Come back to it.'

Later this week, Scully promised herself, she'd sit down with Ronan and ask him how his version of magic healing worked. She could see some of her skin lightening in color from dark gray to light gray-pink already; and her vision felt... different. Her teeth were already smaller, she could feel that.

It was definitely Scully under there, maybe two-thirds healed up: her eyes were still black, but that was only the pupils, not from lid-to-lid, and you'd have to lift her lips to see the fangs.

"I really, really want to sleep," she muttered, and realized her voice was less hoarse too.

"Food first," Ronan suggested. He was a little put-off that he wasn't able to cure things completely, but at least he'd helped considerably. "You're body's doing at least as much of the work there as I am, probably considerably more; you'll need to recover. High calorie meal," he listed, "protein, iron, potassium. Complex carbs, especially, although simple carbs won't hurt."

Ronan would be more than happy to sit down and discuss his healing, at that.

Scully grumbled, knowing he was right, and tried to think straight. "Shower. And my extra set of scrubs here," she bargained. "I think I have some food in the fridge. Just a snack. Then sleep." Then she'd go looking for something larger to eat. "God, those poor deer."

"... If you can, try not to think about it." Ronan frowned at the bargaining. "And seriously, you need more than a snack. That took your body's own reserves -- you need a proper meal to recover."

"I know, but I just...." The effort it would take to go find food, pay for it, and even try to order it seemed epic at this moment. "Could we order in a pizza?" She yawned, and growled. Not impressively. More like a two-year-old that needs a nap.

Ronan considered. "Burger and fries," her counter-offered. "From Luke's, not Moobywhatever. Whole-wheat bun, sweet potato fries."

"Deal," Scully said in relief, sliding off the exam table, swaying a little, and then squaring her shoulders. "And a salad. I like salad." Inane, but her mind was wandering with sleepiness. She pointed back to the showers. "I'll be back in twenty."

She stomped off, because see! She felt better! Business as usual!

Ronan grinned and went off to order Scully's food. With a chicken caesar.

She really did need the calories.

It was a very bedraggled Quinn who made her way to the clinic and shoved her (muddy, bloody, beclawed) hands in the direction of the first person she saw who looked vaguely official.

"Fix me."

"... I'll see what I can do," Ronan replied, raising an eyebrow. Funny, he'd thought everyone had been mostly returned to themselves mentally.

"If you'll follow me back to an exam room, Ms...?"

No, that was pretty much Quinn.

Sorry, Ronan.

"Fabray," Quinn finished. "Quinn Fabray. I'd give you my insurance card but I think a deer ate my wallet."

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"I wouldn't take it even if you had it," Ronan explained, opening the exam room door and gesturing for Quinn to get up on the bed. "Now, have you had magical healing before?"

Quinn shook her head as she lifted herself onto the table. "No ... it doesn't involve sacrificing a chicken or anything, does it?"

Ronan shook his head, laughing just a little. "No, no chickens -- or at least, not my kind of healing, anyway. Sometimes a little blood -- mine, not whoever I'm healing -- but something like this is just the words."

The spell was already familiar as Ronan set it up, sketching the circle in the air in front of Quinn. "Now, this may not get you all the way back to normal," Ronan explained. "But it should at least help you along considerably." The softly-glowing letters of the Speech hung between them; he started reading through the spell.

Quinn pursed her lips as she listened, feeling something moving through her. She shut her eyes, not willing to look down.

Then she looked.

"I'm less grey."

Ronan tied off the spell and smiled. "A little closer to human," he agreed. "The rest should fade in the next few days."

"I hope so," Quinn said wanly. She spotted a still-scaly patch on one arm and rubbed at it with a grimace. "I don't want to go to class like this, but ... I guess I have to."

Ronan nodded. "At least you won't be the only one?" he pointed out.

"At any rate, if you're still not back to normal after a few days, come back in; we may be able to do more for you. But it does look like things are slowly returning to normal on their own."

"Thank God," Quinn agreed vehemently. "At least at this point some foundation and good lighting will do the trick most of the way."

She hopped off the table, then, before she left: "Did anybody get hurt? I mean, worse than this?"

Ronan rolled his eyes. "No one's come in," he said, "but considering that convincing some of the people on the island that they need medical attention is like getting water from a stone..." He shrugged. "All I've really heard about is the transformations, and some bites and scratches, that kind of thing."

"We got lucky," Quinn decided. "For once. I'm not going to think about it too hard."

In case anyone's still planning to come by and see if the clinic needs help.

After her ~~nap~~ library shift, Raven came down the clinic to see if anyone needed any healing due to injuries from the fight, or to speed the infection out of their body.

It was refreshing, Stark thought, not to have to avoid rampaging deer and alots on the way to the clinic. There hadn't been much to do on previous days, but he had been on this island for enough disasters to know that sometimes the aftermath took a little while. So he'd come over to the clinic, bearing cupcakes (of course) for anyone who might want or need them, and was ready to assist if necessary.

Exam rooms, modded care, etc.

I should be around all day!

FTEC, Sunday [08/07]

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