[closed] don't call him dr. L

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Who: Nehan and his students.
What: It's about time to start being a teacher, which means meeting up with them one by one and conducting their first lessons-- sparring for some, medic training for others. May not be completely nice and productive, due to blood type shenanigans. Thanks, December.
When: Early to mid-December.
Where: Nehan's house for medical studies, and some fields away from people for combat training.

Content Warnings: Physical violence, little bit of beasthood, potential potty mouths, potential squicky conversations, Nehan's personal issues with his disabilities. More TBA when they come up.

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@ richie

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[nehan has no opinion of this person, simply because they've never met in person yet. but, as is his default, he's neither nervous nor excited-- he's apathetic. he'll form his own opinions and feelings later, when they start in earnest.

he taps a finger on the table between them, black nail making a rapping sound to catch his student's full attention. around them, his wolf omen patrols the house, around the small dining table that nehan has sat himself at with a single chair across from him for his student, and then to the front and back doors to make sure they're locked, before crawling into the daybed in the corner of the living room to nap.]

Sit down and we can begin. [meaning, now.]

What is your experience with medicine? Have you ever administered first aid? I don't care if you have never done any work and have just been the patient all your life. I need to know your impressions of it. [and if some things, like wrong information, need to be corrected.]

[measuringdicks]

[Richie sits, slouching as he does so, a notebook open on the table. For someone who likes to play his intelligence down a notch, Richie's actually an attentive person, and his eyes are on Nehan as he speaks.]

My friend Eddie Kaspbrak's better at this than me. [His breath catches after this statement.] Was. Was better.

[The grief is choking, but Richie moves on quickly, because there's more important things at stake here than his heart.]

We used to run a clinic together. You've heard of Turtle Cove? That's his. Mostly I got him supplies and equipment, I wasn't the one with his hands on or in the patients. I know a little bit of first aid, and back in Derry I reset somebody's broken arm, but—that's pretty much it. [A pause, then, after a moment to steel himself:] And since he's gone, I'm the only person left running the clinic. And I don't wanna be the dumbass in charge of a clinic when he doesn't know what he's fucking doing.

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I see. [sentiment, is it? nehan is not surprised, when a lot of people become medics for that very reason.]

And from what you've just told me, you didn't use magic.

[perhaps he has no talent for it. perhaps he never used magic before, and he doesn't know how to deal with his new blood type. whatever the true reason, this still means nehan can teach him in the ways he learned-- except without the doom and gloom, and the threat of death hanging over his head.

his ears turn forward, paying attention to the human before him now that his omen has settled.]

So, we'll have to start from the beginning. That wont be easy.

[measuringdicks]

Nope. The powers I’ve got are fucking useless for it.

[Which is why he’s willing to learn the hard way. If he’s running the clinic now, then he has to actually know what he’s doing. He can’t heal worth shit, so knowledge is the next best thing.]

Well, shit, [he says, in a Southern drawl with a little upward twitch of his mouth] and here I was thinkin’ I’d just coast right past on charm and pluck and a bit o’ book-readin’ alone. [Judging from the Voice, he doesn’t actually think that. Now he drops the drawl, sounding more serious:] Okay, fine. Where do we start?

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The basics.

Namely, the body. [he flips through a notepad of his, and shows him a page of a sketch of a person's circulatory system. one he made himself and he's no artist, but he knows how to outline someone's body by now.

and, as standard for doctors, his handwriting is nigh unreadable. but then again, everything is written in his personal shorthand.]

For your purposes, the human body. We have non-human Sleepers, myself included, but my anatomy is similar to a human's anyway.

[measuringdicks]

Hey, is it a requirement for every doctor to have chickenshit handwriting? [Honest question here, just phrased deliberately in the most annoying way possible. But for once Richie's being nice and not trying to needle the guy too much, taking notes in his notebook and sketching out a copy of that outline for himself.]

This is the, [hold on while he racks his memory for the term,] cardiovascular system, right? The bit with the lungs and the heart and all the blood? [He pauses.] You think any of it changes when our blood changes in this world or is it just the same as it ever was?

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[he is very, very fortunate that nehan has decided to ignore the needling, not even making any reaction to it. he simply continues like it never even happened.]

It's the same as before, it's just that our blood is no longer red the moment it leaves our bodies.

Do you know how to draw the different types of blood?

[measuringdicks]

[At that, he shakes his head.]

No, that was Eddie's job. [For a moment he looks down and hunches in on himself, grief weighing him down before he rallies.] Why, any special procedures I should know about? He kept some in special containers, if I'm remembering right.

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Paleblood can only be harvested at night, underneath the moonlight. [and he'll rattle off what he knows, pausing after every description in case the boy wants to write it down.]

Coldblood cant be harvested properly with a phlebotomy, it will just freeze your syringe and test tube in seconds. [does he know that well. it's still annoying.] It's not used for medical purposes, in any case.

Darkblood is the trickiest, because while it seems normal inside the body, bleeding a darkblood just makes sparks appear from the wound. You need a blood magic spell to make it become blood again.

[measuringdicks]

I'm guessing Warmblood just comes out like normal. [He writes all this down, with accompanying little stick-figure doodles to better illustrate what Nehan's saying.]

What's a phlebotomy? Fancy-shmancy term for sticking somebody with a needle and getting blood out of them? [It sounds like it, anyway.] What would coldblood be used for? Is it drugs? [A beat.] Holy shit, do I have cocaine blood?

[As for darkblood, he nods.] Do I gotta ask a blood mage for help there or can I learn a basic blood spell so I don't have to?

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[nehan counts twenty seconds in his head, and responds only when he's sure the deluge of questions is over. for now.]

Coldblood is best used as jewelry for additional magic. [then he digs into his bag and pulls out a small cloth pouch, reaching into it with his gloved hand to pull out the little scrap of jewelry inside, softly glowing. he doesn't hold it out, not with the boy's ugloved hands.] Warriors will place this on their weapons to imbue them with fire or ice, but creating this jewelry is not the work of a healer. Best to leave that to Architects.

[then he tucks it back into the pouch, and lays the stone atop some books.]

As for dealing with darkblood, I will teach you the basics of blood magic-- everyone has new potential in this world, I found. Unless you're a warmblood, you have magic that you can now perform.

[measuringdicks]

...oh, cool, okay. So I can't just poke my thumb on a sharp needle and set it on fire. [He pauses a moment, then sighs with relief.] Thank fucking god, I've set enough shit on fire by accident already.

[Although boy would a flaming sword be cool. He makes a quick note of it in his notebook.]

Yeah, I'm, what's the word, a firebender now? But I dunno how that's gonna help me deal with darkblood—'s'good for cauterization, that's all I know.

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[nehan has to resist rolling his eyes.]

Magic has different branches. Using coldblood might as well be elemental magic-- darkblood requires blood magic.