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Just Another Day

Posted Nov. 28, 2023, 2:31 p.m. by Civilian Thyr Th'arialat (Resident) (Lucas Foxley)

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Some two or so weeks later, Thyr was behind the counter in his shop, but he looked miserable. His antenna were bent to either side as though wilted, he sat in a chair behind the desk looking tired and run down, occasionally coughing, a deep, wet cough, into his elbow. He was sweating and shivering.

He was trying to keep the shop open. Being closed unexpectedly hurt, financially. And he had too many things to pay to want to cut it too close. Thankfully, it was a slow day. Hardly anyone was there.

~ Thyr

It had been awhile since Ragna had stopped into the shop. It reminded her of home and she didn’t really need anything, so she never stopped unless the shop was quiet. She’d brought Thyr some work, none of it cheap, and she was willing and able to pay the fee for such work. Today she had a piece with a knick in it and all the grinding with a whetstone just wasn’t going to fix it.

She walked into the shop and stopped, staring at the Andorian. “Thyr? What’s wrong? You look ill.” She marched across the shop and behind the counter to look at him.

Ragna McKenzie

Thyr glanced up at her and grunted. “I’m fine.” He said, and then coughed again. He took a couple of breaths. “Okay, I’m a little sick. I’ll be fine. What’d you bring me today?”

~ Thyr

Ragna shook her head. “No you are not. Go, off with you. Go get into bed. I have enough business sense and been in a blacksmith shop all my life. I can take orders and finalize sales. I won’t touch the jobs you are working on, but you aren’t either. So go. You won’t have to close the shop.”

Ragna

“I can’t ask you to do that. You must have better things to do than watch my shop.” Thyr said. He sat up in the chair, he’d been leaned back with his feet up, and looked at her. “Uh, thank you though.”

~ Thyr

“Nonsense. You didn’t ask, I offered. Now up,” Ragna was incredibly strong. Nowhere near the strength of the Andorian or her husband, but she was stronger than most women her size. He was also sick. She bent slightly, draped an arm over her shoulders and stood, dragging him up with her. “Go on. I have absolutely nothing to do. As we’ve both observed this rock is boring. Anything that might come up I can handle from my comms. Go. Better to take a day and get better, than keep working and get so sick that you end up in the hospital and the shop closed.” Ragna was stubborn and wasn’t taking anything other than him heading up the backstairs to his apartment. “Is there someone else you want me to call to come watch the shop?”

Ragna

Thyr stood with her. “Alright, alright, I’m going.” Andorians always felt cold, their regular temperature was lower than other species, but he felt warmer than he should. “No, there’s no one else to run the shop.” He could call Jezem, in fact he would, but Jezem knew… not that much about the weapons in the shop.

~ Thyr

“I’ll stay until the shop closes then. If you need anything, just yell.” After he was gone up the stairs, made herself busy organizing the receipts and orders he’d taken in already that morning after she had sent a message to her husband to let him know where she was and she’d see him late for dinner. Seamus was working anyway on some project, so he wouldn’t be back for lunch most likely.

Ragna

Thyr disappeared upstairs and went to bed. Some hours later, he lumbered downstairs to check on Ragna and the shop, coughing hard into his elbow as he walked down the stairs. “How’s it going?”

~ Thyr

Ragna looked up as she heard him come down the stairs, and then the cough, “Don’t have to ask how you’re feeling.” She held up a stack of receipts. “It’s going well. It’s been steady business most of the day.” There were also several noticeable holes in his display cases.

Ragna wasn’t a sales woman, but she knew weapons and she’d been beside her uncle for enough years to know how to handle the sales. Everything went for asking price. Ragna would have charged more for some of them, but she couldn’t go above the listed price. That was bad business. In addition to the sales he had several new orders for custom pieces.

The Nordic woman looked him over. He looked worse. “Do you need a doctor?”

Ragna

Thyr coughed, hard, and then shook his head, sitting on the stair step. “I’m fine. I don’t need a doctor.” He nodded, “Steady business is good. I need steady business.”

~ Thyr

Ragna didn’t think he was fine at all, but she wasn’t his mother or a nurse maid. She shrugged. “Well back up stairs with you then. There’s still a couple of hours till you close. Have soup or hot tea. It will break up that cough.”

Ragna

He stood, slowly, and went back up the stairs. “Thanks.” Upstairs, he huddled on the sofa, his breaths a little bit shallow, but not too bad. He didn’t head back down till closing time. Then he went down and sat on the stair again. He had a small coughing fit and then wiped his hand on his pants. “The day end well?”

~ Thyr

Ragna grinned, “Yep!” She handed him the receipts and orders and then turned back to a box of merchandise that he hadn’t had room to put out. She was refilling the display cases, but leaving a few strategic spots obviously empty. She turned towards him when the door opened.

She greeted the man and offered to help him. He snorted, saying a human wouldn’t understand. Ragna smirked behind his back, but didn’t say anything. She leaned back against the counter, totally relaxed as the man looked around. He asked to see several pieces and decided on one that was obviously a bad fit for him. She told him so. The idea might be to make money, but you wanted customers to return. Selling them a weapon that they couldn’t or shouldn’t use was bad business. After arguing with her for several minutes he huffed and challenged her to prove it.

It took her less than 10 seconds to disarm the man, who was trying quite hard to keep the weapon his in his hands. She then proceeded to explain to him why it was a bad match, how it was supposed to be used and offered him an alternative that would work much better for him. She even game him a thorough lesson in how to use it. She clearly not only knew weapons and how to use them, but she knew how to teach too.

After the man got over his pride, he was so happy he bought two and commissioned smaller ones for his 3 sons and 2 nieces. When he left, she turned back to Thyr. “Feeling any better?” she asked as she went to the door and locked it.

Ragna

Thyr watched the exchange. He would’ve done the same, more or less. He shrugged. “Not really.” In fact, he felt worse, he just wasn’t saying that. He felt better in the mornings and worse at night since he started getting sick with whatever this was. “If I could afford to pay a wage, I’d hire you.” He commented.

~ Thyr

Ragna laughed, “You’re doing better than paying me. You’re saving me from boredom.” She staked the papers and receipts and had created a list of materials needed for the custom jobs and a master list of the pieces that had sold, and a finance sheet for the money he took in that day. “Besides, this is fun. It reminds me of working with my uncle back home. I used to spend hours in the forge with him helping.” Hopefully it wouldn’t be much longer before she could go to work herself. There was only so much experimenting she could safely do in the small kitchen of their apartment suite. About once a week she had a very busy day running errands for the clan, but that didn’t fill the endless hours of total boredom. “I can come back tomorrow and watch the counter so you can start on the custom orders if you like.”

Ragna

“You’re welcome here whenever you’re bored enough, then.” Thyr said. He nodded. “If you want to come by tomorrow, it would help.” He didn’t think he would be better by tomorrow but he planned to try and work anyway.

~ Thyr

Ragna chuckled, “Then I’ll be back tomorrow. Do you need anything?”

Ragna

Thyr shook his head. “I’m okay.” He coughed several times into his elbow. “Uh, see you tomorrow then?”

~ Thyr

“Glad to help. See you then.” Ragna left making sure the door locked behind her. He sounded awful, but she didn’t know anything about Andorians.

She was back in the morning, a few minutes before he opened.

Ragna

He looked slightly better than the day before but still awful. He opened the door and let her in, then moved behind the counter and coughed some. Then he sat in the back forging area. “You’re wanting to run the counter, right?”

~ Thyr

“Well I’m happy to help in the forge, but my skills are very limited. I can heat and mold, sharpen, fetch materials and tools, keep the forge going, etc, but as far as the finer detailed work, I’m no good.”

Ragna

“Do you want to learn? Not… not today. But sometime.” Thyr asked, looking at her. “Today I’ll work the forge.”

~ Thyr

“I would very much enjoy that.” She set a bag down behind the counter. “Alright, I’ll watch out here, but if you need anything, let me know.”

Ragna

Things were fine for a few hours. Thyr was coughing a lot, looked awful, but he was getting work done. Just before afternoon, he was working on the grinding wheel, sharpening a near finished piece.

But he was tired and sick and not paying enough attention and the blade slipped and a good cut appeared on his hand, his palm. He cursed loudly, turned it off, and then pointed under the counter. “First aid kid, under the counter, I need it.”

~ Thyr

Ragna spun when she heard the curse and then turned back, grabbed the kit and hurried over. She flipped it open, pressing a clean gauze like item to the cut she put pressure on it. After a moment she lifted it to look and then put it back. She pulled out her comm and called emergency services, giving them the address.

He let her press the gauze to it and then protested when she started calling the emergency line. “I don’t need emergency help. It’s fine!”

She didn’t even bat an eye at his protest. When she closed the comms, she answered. “I can see bone and torn tendon in your hand. You need sutures.”

Ragna

He waved his other hand dismissively, “I’ve done worse, I’d be fine. I don’t need an emergency response.”

~ Thyr

“Uh huh. You need that hand. Can’t forge if your hand is permanently damaged. Humor me.” Ragna kept pressure on it until services arrived.

Ragna

Sharah was working emergency response that day and heard the call, then the location. “I’ll go.” She grabbed a kit and used the transporter to set her down outside the shop. She walked through the door and spotted to figures in the back and walked that way.

She was in uniform, with the purple Sacred Heart lab coat over it, her hair in a strict braid. She knelt beside them and flipped open her tricorder. “Well Thyr, how are you?”

Fayth

Thyr coughed into his elbow and then smiled up at Fayth. “Am I glad it’s you who responded.” He gestured towards Ragna, “She called. I’m fine, honestly.” He opened his hand gently, wincing slightly, “Cut myself a little,” he said, his sentence ending in a cough.

~ Thyr

Sharah looked at him for a very long moment. “Uh huh. Upstairs so I can clean and repair it.” She didn’t like the sound of the cough at all and looked down to see what her tricorder had to say about it.

Fayth

Viral pneumonia. Started as some illness common to the planet. Not highly contagious, but it had worked its way into both of his lungs. His O2 was low, not emergent, but low. His temperature was the Andorian equivalent of 103, trending upward. “Fine, fine,” the Andorian smith said, heading towards the stairs with another wet cough.

~ Thyr

Sharah followed him up the stairs. “Alright at the table.” She opened her medical kit, which was more complete than his first aid kit. She gave him a local and then cleaned the cut. She took out her auto suture and dermal regenerator and worked on closing the cut. “How long have you had that cough?”

Fayth

Thyr sat at the table and offered her his hand without a fight. “Uh, a little over a week or so?” He answered with a little shrug. “I’m alright. It’ll-” he coughed hard, several times into his elbow, his body jerking with the coughs, some phlegm showing up on his sleeve. He cleared his throat and breathed, then finished, “It’ll be fine, I’ll be better in a few days.”

~ Thyr

“Yes, you will be now that I am here. You have pneumonia in both lungs, a temperature 5° above normal and climbing, and your O2 is low. You’re getting a round of antibiotics and a fever reducer, and staying out of the shop and forge until you are better. I am sure Jezem will watch the shop if you need it. Actually, it would be better if you stayed with him. It is going to be worse before it is better. Even with antibiotics. I’m giving you a breathing treatment also.” She finished suturing the hand and set the dermal regenerator on his palm. “This will heal better than new. Good thing I got here quickly.”

Fayth

“That bad, huh?” He asked, looking at Fayth. He shrugged, “Thank Ragna, I guess. The woman downstairs. I wasn’t gonna call.” He watched the regenerator work for a moment, “Stay with Jezem, huh? I don’t think he wants my sick self hanging around his place.”

~ Thyr

Sharah nodded, “Well at the very least can you have Ragna watch the shop? It is going to take two days to clear your lungs and another for them to be healthy enough to breathe the heat and smoke and dust in the forge. You need to be in bed.” She loaded a hypo with two medications and pressed it to his shoulder. “Antibiotic and fever reducer. You’ll need another dose tomorrow. I will come back with it.” Set set the hypo down, and set up a rebreather with a nebulizer treatment. “Put this on. It will ease the cough and help you breathe easier. What kind of soup do you like? I can’t cook, but I know how to use a replicator.”

Fayth

“I’ll… I’ll call Jezem.” He coughed again. Thyr pulled the mask over his face and breathed in the medicated air. It eased the pain in his lungs. “Andorian sheylatha soup.” He answered, voice muffled by the mask. “You said it would get worse before it got better?”

~ Thyr

“The infection will get better, but your exhaustion will get worse and the cough. The medication is going to break up the fluid in your lungs and your body will have to cough it out.” She moved over to the replicator and found requested the soup and brought it over to him. Then she brought out another tin can. “It smells strongly, but rub a little under your nose and on your chest. It will help your chest and cough.”

Fayth

He took the can and the soup. Thyr opened the can and lifted the mask for a moment, to sniff, and immediately recoiled. He fit the mask back on to let it finish its job. “Smells strongly is right.” He looked up at Fayth. “Uh… thanks.”

~ Thyr

“Anytime.” She packed up her kit. “Go to bed, stay there. Drink a lot. I will be back tomorrow.”

Fayth

He hesitated slightly and then nodded. There was some apprehension behind his actions. It was easy for Fayth to pick up - he didn’t like to be alone when he didn’t feel well. He wasn’t going to say anything though, or take up more of her time. “See you, then.”

~ Thyr

“I will come back later.” She could tell, but she didn’t have the luxury of staying. She was still on shift and emergency response was always busy. “Try to get some sleep. I will tell Ragna to listen out for you. Would you like me to call Jezem?”

Fayth

Thyr nodded as he used the can of rub she’d given him to put a little under his nose and on his chest. Then he closed it and stood. “Yeah, that would probably be best.”

~ Thyr

The doctor grabbed her kit and let herself out through the stairs leading to the shop. She spotted the tall woman and approached. “I’m glad you called. That was a nasty cut. He’s going to be laid up for a couple of days. He’s asked me to call a friend of his. Until they get here could you listen out and call us back?”

Ragna nodded, “Of course. I’m happy too, but I can’t come tomorrow to watch the shop.” She waved her hand, “We’ll figure something out for him. Did he tell you about the cough? It sounds bad.”

“I noticed. He’ll be fine in a few days. Thanks so much.” Sharah left out the door and opened her comms and found the listing for Jezem and his husband and put a message through. “Thyr is very sick with pneumonia. I’ve given him something and sent him to bed. I’ll be back in the morning. He has someone watching the shop for him, but he asked me to call you.”

Fayth, SFCMO

Jezem entered the house, arms laden with bags of groceries and other odds and ends, and set everything down on the shining kitchen counters to be sorted and put away. Until the comms console beeped, the alert for new messages. It took a minute to extract himself from the complex tangle of straps and ties, but once free he pressed the button and the message played. On the haptic display it listed the message from Shivan’s shop, but it wasn’t Shivan’s voice on the message but Dr. Fayth. “That son of a whore! Let’s see him get sick when he’s dead!”

Everything that needed chilled or frozen were put away, the rest left as is along with a hasty note explaining his whereabouts to Argam. Explaining that the bags littering the counters were not a sign of sudden abduction but in response to stupid, idiotic behavior from their mutual friend. Jezem bolted from the house and into the rapid transport he paid extra for. Carrying him the distance from his house to the shop in a matter of minutes. Jezem burst in, immediately spotting the woman standing behind the counter. He ignored her for now, barely acknowledging her with a nod of his head and headed up the stairs and into Shivan’s room.

“You son of a lying pritash! Why didn’t you call me the moment you felt ill? Pneumonia?!? How in the hells did you catch that? Sisters! You cut your hand again?” Jezem stepped close to the bed, whipping back the sheets to thoroughly check this stupid man for any other unreported injuries.

Jezem

Shivan had started to sit up and reach for his weapon as soon as he heard someone unannounced rushing up the stairs. When he saw it was Jezem, his grip on the weapon under his pillow relaxed. “That doctor convinced me to call you. Actually, she was hoping I’d stay with you.” Shivan said with a shrug, reaching for his sheets back. He was uninjured, save for the cut on his hand, which had been healed with an auto suture and regenerator treatment.

But he looked pretty pathetic. Antenna wilted over in illness, breathing a little shallow, tissues next to his bed that he’d coughed phlegm into. He coughed hard a couple of times, a wet, nasty sounding cough. “I was trying to work this morning and a blade slipped.” He shrugged. “Happens.”

~ Thyr

“Injuries because you were working while sick don’t just happen,” Jezem seethed, “And that doesn’t change the fact that you should have told me you weren’t feeling well!” Only an idiot like Shivan would try to work while sick, especially when it meant letting someone else watch over the shop. “The Sisters must be watching over you. You could have injured yourself far worse and what in the hells have you been eating this whole while?” Nothing but replicated slop, likely, “Ugh, look at you. Barely strong enough to move. Alright, sit up, I’m taking you to my home,” Then there would be no temptation to work while sick, “I’ll let the doctor know where my house is.”

Jezem

“Well, I had that food you left before.” He’d run out of that three days ago. He went into a coughing fit for a moment. His throat was so sore from coughing. He sat up, “I didn’t think you’d give a damn. If you didn’t know it was pneumonia would you be this worked up?”

~ Thyr

“You would have run out of that already,” Jezem said without missing a beat. Then, “If I had known sooner then it wouldn’t have gotten this bad, now would it? And you’d be able to talk to me instead of that doctor!” Jezem only had himself to blame. He should have checked in more on Shivan. Should have dropped by yesterday like he had planned to except Argam needed his assistance with a small matter at his store. Jezem sighed, “I don’t need your pity party right now, Thyr. You can whinge at the holoscreen you’ll be sitting in front of for the next few days.” He stepped in to slide under Shivan’s arm and provide extra support, “Let’s get you downstairs. I have a rapid transport waiting.”

Jezem

Shivan felt warmer than he should to the touch. His fever was down from earlier, but he was still 3 or 4 degrees above normal. He lifted his arm over Jezem’s shoulders and used him as support as they headed downstairs. He made Jezem stop in the lobby for a moment to ask Ragna to close it up and not worry about tomorrow. Then he got into the rapid transport with Jezem.

~ Thyr

Sisters take pity on this fool, Jezem thought with exasperation, and bore Shivan’s weight with no complaint. He eyed the woman, Ragna, apparently and told her the combo for the door locks. They’ll be changed before morning. From inside the transport, Jezem sent a message to the hospital, alerting them that their patient Thyr would be staying with him for the time being. Once done he asked, “What do you want for dinner?”

Jezem

“Whatever you’re cooking. I haven’t been that hungry, it would be a waste to cook something special.” Shivan replied with a shrug. The transport landed in just a few minutes at Jezem’s house.

~ Thyr

“Maybe not hungry for that garbage you eat. You need actual food not particles arranged into the shape of food.” Jezem half-carried Shivan through the front door and across the living room to deposit him across the couch. A pile of blankets and pillows were dredged from hidden storage compartments and flung over the Andorian along with the remote control for the holoscreen, “You’re going to lie here and sleep or relax. After dinner I’ll help you to your room.” Jezem kept the room Shivan stayed in clean and even removed some of the more overtly Ferengi style choices for neutral options. In case Shivan ever had to come back to the house. “I better not hear any whining either,” He said before stepping away to start work on dinner.

It didn’t take long for delicious smells to float through the open-plan room. Heavy spices that promised to clear any clogged airways and sweetness to soothe sore throats.

Jezem

Shivan arranged the pillows and blankets until it was comfortable to him, then turned on the holoscreen. While Jezem was cooking, the sound of Shivan’s cough could be heard from the living room, a fit every few minutes. During a particularly bad one that had him sitting up and leaning forward, he coughed until he was blue(er) in the face.

~ Thyr

“Are you alright?” Jezem called from the kitchen after every fit. Sisters, Shivan sounded terrible. Maybe he should call the doctor because that could not be healthy. Jezem rushed over after that particularly bad fit, pushing a glass of honey tea into the Andorian’s hands, “Drink this, it’ll soothe your throat.” It was a human tea made of honey, ginger and lemon. Three simple ingredients but very effective. “I’m calling that doctor,” Jezem said while Shivan drank.

Jezem

Shivan drank the tea. It did help soothe his throat, but he started coughing while he was drinking it and nearly spilled. Then he drank some more. He shook his head. “She said it would get worse before it got better. I’ll be fine.”

~ Thyr


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