Log: Baja and Nicholas
Who: Baja and Nicholas When: January 20th, Afternoon Where: Baja's Room What: Healing!
After his exam that afternoon, Nicholas returned to his room only enough to stash the book he had brought to the exam with him, on the off chance that he finished before the 'you're allowed to leave' time (he didn't). After that, it was down the hall and into the girls' side of the dorms, checking numbers on the doors as he went. Baja wasn't someone that he really knew at all, except in passing, but he was always there to help people with their injuries.
Reaching the right door, he knocked, because it was more polite than trying to just let himself in. "Baja? It's Nicholas?" he called out in his proper Brisht accented voice.
True to her words, Baja had spent most of the morning sleeping. Since she had a decent dose of jet lag coupled with the injuries, she managed to sleep a little longer than she normally would have. Which was fine, considering she had no exams that day. It was late morning, close to noon, when she finally got out of bed. Or at least got up. Moving around was a bit difficult, considering almost every inch of her was bruised. Still, she managed to do most of her morning ritual, though a shower would have to wait until later. Luckily, the nurses had helped her with one before she'd left.
She had time to kill, so pulled out her computer after turning on her television. Baja occupied herself for awhile with those two avenues, though when the knock came she was pleased. Getting to her feet slowly, she crossed the room to the door, pulling it open with some effort. Smiling at Nicholas, she held the door open so he could step inside. "Hey Nicholas. Thanks for coming." She really couldn't express her gratitude.
Nicholas smiled in a politely friendly way when the door was open. He didn't comment on Baja's appeared because it would have been impolite to do so, and he had rather impeccable manners, groomed to them from a young age. "You're welcome," he replied. "It's no trouble at all."
Baja was pleased when he didn't make a comment about how she looked. Some of her friends had made jokes, which was fine, but after the huge mess up in the hospital she was oversensitive about the whole thing. One comment, said without ill will behind it, could do wonders. "Whether or not it's any trouble, I still owe you. You have to take time out of your day to come help me." And considering it was exam week she felt a little bad for asking. Students were still trying to study, last minute brush ups and whatnot, so every minute counted.
He stepped through the door, careful to go around her so as not to jostle her at all as he walked into the room. Waiting for her to join him. "You can sit down for this, if you'd like. I assume you went to the hospital-" The bandages that peeked out gave that away. "What did they list as your injuries?" He could figure it out using his ability, but it was more straightforward to simply ask.
Moving into the room as he did, she found her desk chair and pulled it over to where he stood with some effort. The bed just didn't seem appropriate, even though it was someone as poised and polite as Nicholas. "I did. They said I had a couple broken ribs, and a sprained wrist in addition to the concussion." Though, obviously, the concussion was no longer much of a concern. "Other than that...well, it's pretty much just bruising." Lots and lots of bruising. Aside from just the ones on her face. If she had her choice, though, the ribs would be the first on her list to take care of.
"It's good practice," Nicholas replied with a smile. He was going into Pre-Med when he graduated, and he enjoyed practice. He didn't like seeing people hurt, of course. He looked her over carefully, in a searching way as he assessed the injuries that he could see, which were mostly bruises, since she was dressed. "Bruises can be frustrating and painful, even if they are minor injuries." And no one liked to be all bruised up. Okay some people probably did, but not most.
"Well when you put it that way, it kind of sounds like I'm helping you," she said, returning the smile he gave. He was nice, certainly not like some others at the school. If he wasn't going to graduate and become a doctor or something Baja would've urged him to do so. He certainly had the demeanor for it. Her eyes remained on him as he looked her over, presumably assessing the injuries that were visible. "They are definitely both. It makes even the simplest task painful." The slightest touch could disrupt a bruise, and when they were all over there was little she could do to prevent that.
"I'll begin with the wrist," he decided, as that was the most accessable. He dropped down into a crouch so that she wouldn't have to lift her wrist from her lap too much, and took it in his hands in a gentle manner. He focused on the wrist, through the flesh and muscle to the bones below. Surely broken, although the doctors had set it, which made it easier to heal; no worries about doing it badly. He sent a mental urge to the cells to started replicating more quickly, bridging the gap and fusing the bone back together. "You'll have to see someone to get the cast off - perhaps one of the teachers might have a tool to cut through?" Once he was finished the cast would be unnecessary.
Nodding as he suggested beginning with the wrist, Baja sat still as he crouched down so he could grab the injured hand in question. It didn't hurt when he took her wrist into his hands, and she wasn't sure what to expect as she waited for him to do his healing. A slight tingling started, and she stared down in wonderment as she watched him work. The doctors had done their work, but it was obviously not as effective as this method. "You mean I can't keep it as an accessory? Or a souvenir?" she said, smiling as she joked. There was no way she wanted any reminder of the horrible incident. Baja would head straight to a teacher when Nicholas was through.
Nicholas chuckled. "Well you could, if you'd like. Get a chance to get everyone to sign it." He didn't look up as he spoke, looking at her wrist instead, although it wasn't as though he was really seeing anything. Not with his eyes anyway. He just saw a cast. In his mind he saw all the layers as he mended the bones and then the blood vessles around, all the tiny ones that had ruptured during the break.
Baja laughed a little herself, though that was quickly something she silenced. Laughing hurt. "I could make injury trendy. Decorate the cast, have people sign. It'd be like a fashion statement," she replied. He was still doing whatever he did, not even needing to look up as he spoke to her. It was amazing to watch, even though naturally she couldn't see anything. Couldn't really feel anything either besides a slight tingle, like her hand and forearm were asleep.
"There, how does that feel?' he asked as he took her other hand, sending a wave of the healing 'energy' up her other arm to deal with the bruises there, rebuilding capillaries and nudging blood back into the vessles to faded the bruises that were left by pooling blood.
"Much better." The answer was said slowly, as she bent and rotated her wrist experimentally. Or as much as she could with the cast still in place. It was amazing how she no longer felt the underlying aches. No more pain. Watching as he took her other hand, she was surprised to see the bruises on her other arm fade as she felt another wave of whatever he did move through her. "That's really amazing," she admitted. Psychic healing was an impressive power.
"Alright, I'm going to have to touch your ribs - over your clothes." He gave her warning because some people were jumy about being touched at randoms. He carefully touched his hands to either side of her rib cage, feeling out the injuries, the broken bones there.
Nodding at his words, Baja was impressed that he gave her a warning before he did so. Wincing a bit as he touched either side of her rib cage, she sucked in a breath as she waited for him to finish his cursory study. It took restraint not to shy away from the touch, but she managed to stay where she was and let him explore as he needed.
"Good," Nicholas said with a pleased little nod of his head. He tried to keep his fingers and touch as gentle as possible as he probed mentally, reading the wound, the broken ribs. Then he repeated what he had done before, encouraging regrowth of bone tissue, causing the bones to mend, as well as the tissue around. There was a warmth that always came with healing, but not in an unpleasant sort of way.
Good was an understatement. The slight warmth that spread through her wasn't unpleasant, and definitely was preferred to the sharp pain she'd been experiencing since she'd woken. Baja was still as he worked on her ribs, not sure if she could speak or what. She was never very good with doctor visits, always squirming or talking when they begged her to sit still. Nicholas made it easy to be calm and relaxed, though, so she let him do what he needed to do. No squirming or mile-a-minute talking.
He went through each rib, one at a time, mending each bone so that they were back to normal. When the ribs were done, that meant the worst of the injuries were out of the way. He righted himself, standing again. "I'll work on the bruises now," he said, and he touched his fingertips to her temples, just the barest brush as he started working on the facial bruising. Guiding blood that had pooled back into the vessels and capillaries or breaking down the unnecessary cells so they could be recycled.
"Are you ready for your exams?" he asked as he worked.
"Thank you. Being a walking Picasso painting has gotten old," she said with a smile as he stood up. Baja didn't feel any pain as he touched her temple, and she was grateful for the light contact. Like Gabe, Nicholas seemed to understand the need for restraint and care. An odd sensation began in her face as he worked, though Baja was distracted when he spoke. "I think so. I still have some studying to do, but my roommate helped me before I left. And I studied at home a bit." A very little bit, considering she'd been in the hospital the majority of the visit. "How did you do on the ones you had today do you think?"
"No, I can't imagine," Nicholas agreed with a chuckle. "Not unless someone has offered to paint you." He focused his attentions down her throat then to take care of the bruising there. He could watch the results for this healing, as mottled purple-blue flesh turned fair and unmarked.
He nodded his head a little bit. "It's nice to have someone to bounce studying off a bit." He had studied with Walter, at least before they had a bit of a tiff. Otherwise he'd mostly been studying alone, although that was what he was accustomed to. He had no roommate, since his had left in the middle of term. "I had physics this afternoon. I think it went rather well. I got answers that made sense, which I suspect is a good thing." Physics was hard to tell sometimes, but usually you could guess whether you were close or not by the answer you got when you worked through a problem, if it made sense given the original parameters or if it seemed out of left field. "That was the only one today." Which was nice. Starting on a day with just one, to ease into things. He let his hands fall away then and stepped back. "There. I think that should be most of it."
"Yeah it is. Though in my case she is mainly keeping me on track," she admitted with a smile. Baja wasn't the best when it came to schoolwork. Or studying. Sitting still and focusing were not high on her list of things to do. She usually waited until the last minute to do all her work. But her friend refused to let her wait, knowing that if she did the chances of her actually doing what needed to be done were slim.
Physics was definitely not a class she saw herself taking, but she nodded as he spoke about his exam. That was the general idea with a lot of subjects. If it didn't make sense it probably wasn't right. "Well that's all you can do. Try your best and see if what you get makes sense. Especially since you don't have the answers right in front of you." She wasn't looking forward to her own exams. Having one whole day off made it harder. "I bet you're taking a lot of classes. How many more exams do you have?" she asked as continued to work through her face. Baja imagined Nicholas as the type who took the full seven courses they were allowed.
"I've five left. I'm only taking six course," Nicholas explained with a smile. He was only taking six because they were heavy ones, like psychics and chemistry and what not, although he didn't say that. "I thought of taking a seventh but thought I'd focus on the ones I had." Of course all his classes had exams, as he wasn't in any art or music or phys ed classes. "How many do you have?"
That was surprising. Baja would've thought he would be taking a lot more than that. Though she guessed it really depended on the types of courses. If they were harder it made more sense not to take as many. "Still. I bet your classes are pretty tough. None of the easy stuff the rest of us take to fill up a slot." She herself was taking a few 'easy' courses. Just art and dance, though. "I have four," she replied with a wrinkle of her nose before smiling again. It was hard to be sad about exams when she had just gotten healed.
"They're challenging," Nicholas agreed with a nod. Save for French, but he was bilingual, so he had that advantage. He had taken French to have a chance to keep up his conversational skills in the language. "It will be nice when the week is over." He was a very good student, but that didn't mean he liked exams or thought they were oodles of fun.
That made sense. He didn't strike her as the type to take the easy way out. Every post he made on journals made her feel stupid. He was always so well spoken! "It definitely will. I think I'll take a long break from studying after this week," she admitted. Not that she did a whole lot of studying, but she certainly wasn't going to go out of her way for a bit. The bare minimum.
As he stepped back a bit, she moved her jaw a bit experimentally, pleased when she didn't feel the tenderness. "That's great, Nicholas. It feels normal. Hopefully looks that way too." Baja gave him a smile, getting to her feet. Even if every single bruise wasn't tended to, almost all of them were. It didn't hurt at least.
He stepped back, watching as she started to test herself out, smiling when she didn't appear to wince or groan or anything like that that would indicate pain. "Brilliant! I'm glad to hear that," he said genuinely. "It does look much better," he added, and chuckled before saying, "No more Picasso."
"Well that's a relief. Girls don't strive to look like a disorganized mess." Baja was glad he seemed genuine when he said he was happy she didn't feel any pain. "Your a miracle worker it seems," she told him. More people should go to him for healing.
"I don't know about miracles, but I enjoy honing the craft." Since she was healed, he took a step back towards the door. "I ought to get back to my room, do some more reviewing." Smile. "Good luck on your exams."
"Of course. Sorry to have kept you," she said with a smile as he stepped towards the door. Baja gave him another smile, her gratitude apparent. "Thank you again, Nicholas. And good luck to you too!"
"Oh not at all; it was my pleasure," Nicolas assured her as he took another step. "I'll see you later," he added resting a hand on the doorknob before he turned it and let himself out, heading back down the hall to his own room.