A Special Case

Writers: Jelena, Paula
Date Posted: 15th August 2013

Characters: Telemon, Parme
Description: Telemon has a case for Parme.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 2, day 9 of Turn 7

After the young woman had left infirmary, Telemon sat beside his desk with
a worried frown on his face for a long while, deep in his thougths. Then he
came to decision and summoned his green firelizard and wrote a message.
Some cases required woman's touch and understanding. "Go, take it to
Parme," Telemon instructed her, picturing the midwife's face on his mind.
With a chirp, Ena disappeared /between/.

When the green flit appeared in her cot, Parme's attention was instantly
drawn. Taking the message from Ena she unfurled it, her brow furrowing as
she read. There wasn't much to go on, but she trusted Telemon wouldn't call
for her if it wasn't for something of importance. With that in mind it
didn't take Parme long to get to the Infirmary, heading straight for the
Master Healer once inside. "Master Telemon?" she asked curiously. "You
needed me?"

"Yes, I do. I have a patient for you, Parme," Telemon replied and gestured
her to sit down. "You're better suited to deal with her than I am. She's
young, recently married, it's her first pregnancy and she's very scared.
She barely allowed me to touch her to make the examination to confirm the
pregnancy. I got a feeling she would be more trusting towards a fellow
woman."

Parme smiled warmly and nodded. "Poor girl, how old is she? And did you
tell her to come to me or is she coming back here?" She had seen a lot more
similar cases, first time pregnancies were always scary, especially for
young girls.

"She's sixteen," Telemon sighed. "And I got a feeling there's more wrong
than just being nervous first-timer. Something that makes her shy away
man's hands," Parme was clever woman, he was sure she could figure out what
he implied. "I did ask her to schedule a meeting with you," he pushed the
girl's file towards her.

"I see," Parme's expression grew more determined as she picked up on
Telemon's subtle hint. It was a serious implication, but she trusted a
Master Healer not to make it lightly. "I'll do whatever I can to help her."
She opened the file and scanned it briefly. "Thank you for calling me in on
this," she said seriously. Not every man would have done the same.

Telemon nodded. "Not much we can do without tanglible proof," he said sadly.

"I've got a few months to try and get through to her," Parme said with a
small sigh. Cases like that got to her bad. Why were the good husbands
taken, like hers, while the bastards roamed free to mistreat their wives
and children? It made no sense. "What were your clues?"

"Her behaviour, more like what she _didn't_ say than what she said. I've
treated enough abused women to just know," Telemon replied. "Nothing I
could take to Steward, no visible bruises or other mysterious marks."

"I'll keep a close eye on her the next couple of months, something will
come up," Parme said with a very determined look on her face. "If she comes
to you for any injuries or such, let me know. I'll keep you updated as
well." She paused for a moment, thinking. Her alliance with the healers of
the hall had always been casual at best, but ever since Telemon had come in
charge that had begun to change. "Actually, I've been thinking, how would
you feel about a weekly meeting discussing matters like this? It would help
keep us both in the loop of all that's going on."

"Yes. I think that is an excellent idea," Telemon replied. The more he
worked with the more he respected her.

"Good," Parme said with a smile. "Does this day and time suit you?"

"It should be fine. We can always reschedule if an emergency comes up,"
Telemon replied.

"That's a deal then," Parme nodded. "Is there anything else you'd like to
discuss now?"

"Myesera is pregnant again. It's her...what thirteenth?" Telemon said with
wry tone. "She'll wear herself down at this rate."

"Oh my," Parme said, shaking her head. "Her thirteenth indeed. And her last
two births were so difficult... I keep warning her," she heaved a
frustrated sigh. "But I suppose she's still glowing and gushing like it's
her first?"

"Oh yes," Telemon rolled his eyes. "With two little ones hanging from her
skirt..."

"Well, all we can do is advise against another pregnancy.. again.." Parme
shrugged. "Anything else?"

"Not today," Telemon replied.

"Alright, I will see you next week, then," Parme smiled, then getting up to
leave the infirmary.

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