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The clinic will be running another round of first aid classes in the afternoons for the foreseeable future. Topics covered are as followed:

Basic first aid: cuts and scrapes, hygiene
Broken bones: diagnosis and stabilization
CPR
Burns
Illness I: common cold, respiratory infections, flu
Illness II: food poisoning, botulism, etc
Shock
Stab wounds, penetrating injuries
Infection and how to prevent it
Hypothermia/heatstroke/exposure
Magical injuries and healing

Further reminder that there are portable healing cells and first aid kits available from the clinic on request for anyone going into the caves. Clinic is near the colosseum, if you didn't know that already.

Lastly, anyone who is interested in helping out at the clinic can talk to myself or Dr. Banner. People with medical experience are especially useful.

That's all.

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[zen_en_vert]

"I'm sorry I was so uninvolved this time."

Says Bruce, not for the first time. It's been a bad month for shit catching up, it just honestly has.

"I really owe you one."

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"It's nothing." Which - well, it was, but only in the sense that it allowed her to not think about Hakkai going demon or her boyfriend going home. Only in the sense that she's definitely been overworking herself since the demons disappeared and it probably shows somewhat in her face.

It's been a bad month for everyone. Kate just works to ignore that.

"Teach a few of these classes?" That would make it up to her. And, honestly, the notes and lesson plans left by Simon had given her a good enough foundation to not change much. Just figure out how to organise and implement things.

[zen_en_vert]

"I'll take- cuts and scrapes, stab wounds."

He says, running mentally over the list and immediately lifting everything with blood in it for himself. He has literally never mentioned this to her since her disclosure, but hasn't forgotten, either.

"Is it the two of us? Shall I do five? Or is anyone else in?"

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And if he doesn't mention it, they can just sweep it under the rug. Leave it unspoken but known. It doesn't need to come up to just anyone.

"Messaged the rest of the staff. Still waiting to hear back." She shrugs, looks over it again in the wake of Sharon's message. "You think we can fit concussions into one of these?"

Or should they make a separate lesson entirely?

[zen_en_vert]

"It'd make the most logical sense to go with broken bones in a 'blunt force' class."

He assesses;

"Although, that's already content heavy compared to something like... infection."

Which would be longer if they had actual medical supplies, but in this environment is a pretty limited course at a basic level.

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Yeah, that's why she's hesitant to just add it to that. Her lips pull to one side in thought, going over the list again, flicking through the notes.

"Separate lesson, then?" It seems like a more sensible solution than cramming more into an already packed lesson.

cw suicide in the context of death tolling

[zen_en_vert]

"We need something on the risks and ethics of suicide as an alternative to long term convalescence or physiotherapy."

He admits, grimly.

"It'll fit in the broken bone talk. Two shattered legs in Hadriel and I personally would take steps."

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That makes her wonder. Has that happened, without them knowing? Just give yourself over for Hope to rebuild you. It is, after all, easier.

More practical.

She can see the value in the idea as a solution, especially when they have so little here that can feasibly be done about anything serious, if their healers disappear.

"Would fit with more than that." Her lips purse, face hard enough to show the age that her hair and general sense of dress often hides. "Someone comes in with an illness and-" A wave of her hand.

What can they really do? Not like this place is rolling in specialist medication or treatments.

[zen_en_vert]

"We need to track that. Say someone comes in with something- theoretically degenerative."

He pauses as he mulls this over.

"Say glaucoma; it can be arrested with intervention back home, but left unchecked it will progress. Would it carry on doing so? Would dying reset the progress to what it was like when the person first arrived, or would they die and come back as they were the day they were killed. Would Hope do something about it?"

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"Mandated checkups on entry?" She's not entirely joking about that, it's been mulling in the back of her mind for a while, something that should probably happen but between the need for qualified staff, the lack of supplies, and the general nightmare coordinating an effort like that would likely be-

Probably going to stay something that mulls in the back of her mind.

Honestly, the easiest solution is just to be direct and ask, rather than hovering in the unknown. "S'pose we ask him. Or the network. Maybe it's happened and we don't know." This place may be smaller than any modern day city, may hardly even count as a village in terms of numbers, but there's still too many people to keep an eye on everyone. Too many people who might not even want to come near the clinic.

And honestly, if you were miraculously healed of something on being rebuilt, would you bother going to the clinic to prod and poke at it? She wouldn't.

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"Not me. I'll kill him. The collateral will be terrible."

He says, right away, hands up.

"I haven't spoken to a single god yet and I'm not going to be able to start."

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"I'll do it." She shrugs. He's an idiot, but one that she can deal with now. Being angry at someone who clearly knows so little is exhausting, and really?

The gods remain their best way of getting anything. She'll deal with them if needed.

[zen_en_vert]

"Thanks."

He says, and lets out a sigh. All right then.

"I should get to it."

[dedikated]

"Aye. I'll let you know what he says." And, well. That's that. She'll get in touch with him asap.