Xanadu Weyr - Infirmary
The infirmary here is intended for human care. It is spotless and smells of disinfectant, cots are lined up against one wall, a curtain can be pulled to give some privacy to the occupants of the cots if they so desire. A cabinet stands off against another wall, instruments and medications stored against when they will be needed. A couple of curtained off beds are used for examinations of patients and the treatment of minor injuries which won't require long term care. A desk with chair is just off of the doorway for the healer to sit and catch up on record keeping after a long days work.
The day after the bonfire finds the infirmary brimming with many a patient. Most are complaining of nausea and stomach cramps. There's also a fair number with diarrhea Some of the people are sicker than others, some are convinced they're going to die even though they're told they'll live. After much investigation, it seems as if most everyone that is ill had enjoyed some of the wobbly gelatin dessert. For a few others, it was just overeating. One of current patients is Keziah who seems none too happy to be there. But, when you're told in no uncertain terms to remove yourself to the infirmary or you will be forcefully dragged kicking and screaming, voluntary admission seems to better way to go. "It was that Fortinos that did it. He made 'em I only helped carry them" she mutters as she's questioned, doing her best to keep from heaving again. She's already done enough of that.
Thea is there already, tucked in to a cot and curled into a ball. lying on her side, while her arms hug her cramping stomach. Her eyes are closed, but she’s aware of the voices and conversations around her. As Keziah mentions Fortinos, her eyes open a crack and she’s seeking out the Stablemaster with a gaze remarkably focused for one so ill. “Whazzat? Who?” Someone to blame for this misery? Not just a bug as the Healers have led her to believe? “What did he do and to what?” Sudden twitching indicates something is amiss and she’s groaning in discomfort. A healer moves with quick steps to her bed, carrying a bedpan, which is waved away with a glare by the Junior. “Just help me…” And she is swinging her legs over the cot, grabbing for an arm to pull herself up with and wobbling an assisted post-haste for the latrine at the other end of the room, her other hand clutching the back of that gaping Johnny-gown for dignity’s sake. A few moments later it’s a pale Thea that shakily makes her way back to her cot, while leaning against the healer. As soon as she’s settled, pale green eyes seek out Keziah, thankfully not too many cots away. “Now what has all this to do with Fortinos?”
Keziah starts to answer and then that look goes into her eyes and she grabs the just clean bucket by her bed and heaves up the water she just had. At least it's better than dry heaves. After cleaning out her mouth she takes some breaths "Those, those things. I only felt sick after eating those desserts. Felt fine 'afore that. Fortinos made them. The little creep." looks about ready to lose it again and then gulps it back down as sweat beads across her forehead.
Thea’s eyes swing this way and that, seeking Fortinos but not finding. Too many forms in those cots have blankets pulled over their heads, likely shutting out the sights, sounds and smells if at all possible. “Did he now?” She is neither pleased nor amused. It’s with a growl of ire that she asks, “Is he in here too?” There’s an ominous sound to that, but she is sidetracked for the moment wincing as her stomach gurgles audibly.
Keziah takes a drink of the water the healers have been forcing on her and looks around carefully and then she starts to shake her head, stops that movement and frowns "No, he's not here." she murmurs and then excuses herself to clear her stomach of contents she just drank. Making it back looking a little shaky she settles back down. "Be silly to eat his own things that he's messed with. Wouldn't it?" she asks and sighs.
Thea’s slipping out of her cot as that gurgling in her stomach does not stop, but gets louder. “Not unless he wanted to cover his tracks and ate some to make him look innocent,” she mutters thoughtfully, padding her way to the latrine. After a time she returns, her skin has a pale, damp pallor to it, but the gurgling has stopped. She crawls back into her cot, satisfied for awhile to just remain limp and quiet.
A glance towards Thea and then there's a thoughtful look as Keziah thinks about that answer. "I suppose." she murmurs and then just lays her head on her pillow. "Shardin idiot." she mutters under her breath. "Like to shove the whole mass of it down his gullet." Maybe it's good thing she's feeling too sick to curse up a storm?