Post by Milo de Vitorrio (R) on Jun 20, 2008 16:24:10 GMT -5
My mother's family lived just outside the city and I was planning on visiting them tomorrow, but now I had an abrasive headache, sore throat and I think I was developing a rash. Tomorrow may have to wait.
I called my nurse and told her to call for a medico so that I may make sure I was well to do anything and a dottore was on his way.
“Lord Comte,” He said as he came over to my bed side. “How are you?”
“Unwell Dottore,” I said coughing a little. “I think I have a rash.” Was about all I could say.
“Well, lets see.” He said placing down his bag and starting to look me over. “Yes, hmm.” He kept saying as he worked over me.
“I've seen this.” He said softly. “An illness has seem to have struck the city.” He nodded. “Nothing to worry about, you'll be very ill, but you should recover.” He pulled out a thermometer and I opened my mouth.
“Should?” I said before he placed the item in my mouth.
“Well, most recover. But some time's a fever will hit and because of the two the patient dies, over whelmed by the illness. And then they die.” He added quite plainly.
I nodded and he pulled the device from my mouth, looked at it then shook it.
“I see.” I said.
“If the fever gets worse, call for me and we can see what we can do. But for now, stay in bed, plenty of fluids and plenty of sleep.” I shrugged placing the items back in his bag and closing it up.
“Alright.” I said softly. “Thank you Dottore.” He nodded and turned to take his leave. I sighed and leaned back. I would not be visiting anytime soon.
I called my nurse and told her to call for a medico so that I may make sure I was well to do anything and a dottore was on his way.
“Lord Comte,” He said as he came over to my bed side. “How are you?”
“Unwell Dottore,” I said coughing a little. “I think I have a rash.” Was about all I could say.
“Well, lets see.” He said placing down his bag and starting to look me over. “Yes, hmm.” He kept saying as he worked over me.
“I've seen this.” He said softly. “An illness has seem to have struck the city.” He nodded. “Nothing to worry about, you'll be very ill, but you should recover.” He pulled out a thermometer and I opened my mouth.
“Should?” I said before he placed the item in my mouth.
“Well, most recover. But some time's a fever will hit and because of the two the patient dies, over whelmed by the illness. And then they die.” He added quite plainly.
I nodded and he pulled the device from my mouth, looked at it then shook it.
“I see.” I said.
“If the fever gets worse, call for me and we can see what we can do. But for now, stay in bed, plenty of fluids and plenty of sleep.” I shrugged placing the items back in his bag and closing it up.
“Alright.” I said softly. “Thank you Dottore.” He nodded and turned to take his leave. I sighed and leaned back. I would not be visiting anytime soon.