Once they make it to the infirmary, Colin has him sit on a cot and remove his shirt. He gives a thorough but careful examination involving the shoulders and surrounding tissues, the feeling and movement in the hands, fingers, feet, and toes, and checks for any bone breaks.
"Did your hips dislocate as well, or only your shoulders?"
The welts have gone down at least, but the cuts, burns, and bruises all over Barrow's upper body make themselves known with the removal of his shirt, which he does with some reluctance. He gazes flatly at the ground while Colin looks him over, hands folded between his knees.
"They did," he confirms in that same low, barely audible voice, with another nod. "Derrica took care of it most of the way." She'd done her best in the time they had, with a spell to right his legs from ankle to hip, but obviously couldn't be too thorough.
Colin doesn't make Barrow take off his trousers, just checks the movement and sensation.
"She did a good job," he comments as he helps him put his shirt back on. "And you deserve the very best of care, especially after what you've done for us all. I want you on bedrest for a week. Meals will be sent to you, and a healer to be by at least once a day to check you and give you medicine. After the week is over, you'll be guided through gentle exercises for eight weeks after."
He hesitates. "It's...likely you will find your joints prone to rheumatism from here on out."
This is the loudest Barrow has spoken since the conversation started, and even then it's not by a lot-- he's just alarmed, perhaps even a little offended, not that he would ever raise his voice to someone as gentle as Colin.
"Maker, I'm not an invalid." He laughs, but it's a bitter sound, and directed mostly at one of his hands, which he's flexing uncomfortably. "I hardly did a damn thing, anyway." Bedrest. It's not fair, when he practically had to be carried like a damsel through the enemy castle, such a burden to so many and ultimately of so little use.
"You're not an invalid," Colin agrees pleasantly, "you are simply unwell, which is temporary. And the less you cooperate, the longer you will be unwell and the less you'll be likely to get your full range of motion back. You can have visitors. I'll bring you books to read, whatever you need. But we need to give your body its best chance to heal, and this is how we do that."
Though he's grumpy about his words getting turned back on him by a quicker-- and kinder-- mind, Barrow lets it be, giving a heavy sigh and letting his head drop forward to run his fingers through his hair.
"If you're in pain, always contact me over the crystal and someone will get you some relief. Probably me. And when I say you've earned it, I mean it. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, but you endured more than I ever could and it hasn't broken you. Though you might...think that, sometimes. When I start to think that way, I talk to a friend. That gets me through."
He considers that for a moment, and nods his understanding.
"I've never--" he begins, and clearly feels ashamed, by the way he ducks his head and rubs the back of his neck. "...I've never felt powerless before." It's the kind of experience that rattles one to the core even when they aren't an unflappable wall of person. "Now I'm not certain I ever won't."
Colin bobs his head. He gets it. They sit in companionable silence for a moment as he collects his thoughts on the matter.
"I used to think it would just take time. Time heals, time will tell, that rot. Then seven or eight years on, I wondered why nothing was changing. I realized I still saw the world as a place that was out to hurt me at every turn, and in order to get better, I had to train myself to think differently. Though that might be putting the horse before the cart, for you. You have to...digest. Maybe even grieve. Take it in little steps, and don't be afraid to ask for help. People sincerely want to help you. You've helped me so much."
He nods. "When you first Silenced me, in battle, I went...back there. I wasn't even in the battle anymore. Everything I saw, heard, smelled, it was just..."
A little shake of his head. "And as hard as it's been, sticking with our exercises, you've never asked questions. You've never pushed me further than I was willing. You've been respectful and kind, and I've improved a lot. I still hate being Silenced, it still makes me think of what happened, but maybe I won't be a liability in battle anymore."
"You've done nothing to earn it." He smirks, a twinkle of genuine fondness in his eye. "I've pitied some. Perhaps I shouldn't have." He purses his lips and looks forward again, his eyes going distant. "What's pity worth when what someone needs is help, after all."
"Exactly. And it's incredibly condescending and reductive."
Colin stands up and quickly starts collecting a few medicines.
"I'm going to send you home with something to help you sleep, and before you go, I want to give you another good healing. Unfortunately, there's only so far even magic can go, and even I won't know how much is left unhealed. The sheer magnitude of the damage to your body can only be guessed at. You'll probably have pain and swelling for a time, and even the bits that have been healed may not immediately realize they've been healed. Do you have any questions?"
Barrow nods-- Colin has done enough for him, in fact, that he knows better than to reject what the mage thinks is best. Still, those words are difficult to hear, and the fatigue creeps back into his face.
"You say that this will... likely never completely go away," he says, perhaps just for confirmation, that he heard him right. Something else he has to process.
"I'll do everything I can to help," Colin clarifies calmly. "All of us will. But cases this extreme...you'll probably have to expect the onset of rheumatism earlier than you might have. It will be vital that you stick with the exercises I mentioned for the duration of your healing process. Don't push yourself, just be consistent. The herbs will balance yellow bile and reduce the inflammation, and a nutritious diet will strengthen your body and refine the healing process. I can't tell you how debilitating it might be, but you're strong and healthy otherwise, which counts for a lot.
"And, unlike any of the case studies I've read about, you have a spirit healer at your side. And I was taught by the very best."
Colin beams and puts the medicines into a little bag, which he hands to Barrow.
"I'm going to cast again," he says, placing his hands back on his shoulders, "and you'll be free to go after."
He says it now because in a few seconds, he is going to be exhausted and isn't sure what he'll say afterward. With a deep breath, he reopens himself to Compassion and channels its healing magic, holding nothing back. When it's over, he sways a little, but manages to avoid embarrassing falls or obvious drunkwalking.
"Rest well." His voice sounds distant to his own ears.
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:22 am (UTC)"Did your hips dislocate as well, or only your shoulders?"
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:28 am (UTC)"They did," he confirms in that same low, barely audible voice, with another nod. "Derrica took care of it most of the way." She'd done her best in the time they had, with a spell to right his legs from ankle to hip, but obviously couldn't be too thorough.
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:45 am (UTC)"She did a good job," he comments as he helps him put his shirt back on. "And you deserve the very best of care, especially after what you've done for us all. I want you on bedrest for a week. Meals will be sent to you, and a healer to be by at least once a day to check you and give you medicine. After the week is over, you'll be guided through gentle exercises for eight weeks after."
He hesitates. "It's...likely you will find your joints prone to rheumatism from here on out."
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:50 am (UTC)This is the loudest Barrow has spoken since the conversation started, and even then it's not by a lot-- he's just alarmed, perhaps even a little offended, not that he would ever raise his voice to someone as gentle as Colin.
"Maker, I'm not an invalid." He laughs, but it's a bitter sound, and directed mostly at one of his hands, which he's flexing uncomfortably.
"I hardly did a damn thing, anyway." Bedrest. It's not fair, when he practically had to be carried like a damsel through the enemy castle, such a burden to so many and ultimately of so little use.
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-27 07:36 am (UTC)"Right. Right."
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Date: 2020-07-27 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-27 05:59 pm (UTC)"...more than you?" he asks, angling his head to raise an eyebrow at Colin, "that seems unlikely."
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:05 pm (UTC)"Apples and oranges," he sighs. "And I was never in a position where giving information would make it stop, or I would have."
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:14 pm (UTC)"I've never--" he begins, and clearly feels ashamed, by the way he ducks his head and rubs the back of his neck.
"...I've never felt powerless before." It's the kind of experience that rattles one to the core even when they aren't an unflappable wall of person. "Now I'm not certain I ever won't."
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:32 pm (UTC)"I used to think it would just take time. Time heals, time will tell, that rot. Then seven or eight years on, I wondered why nothing was changing. I realized I still saw the world as a place that was out to hurt me at every turn, and in order to get better, I had to train myself to think differently. Though that might be putting the horse before the cart, for you. You have to...digest. Maybe even grieve. Take it in little steps, and don't be afraid to ask for help. People sincerely want to help you. You've helped me so much."
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:40 pm (UTC)"Really?"
It's easy to feel like a bit of a bastard, throwing mages off their game on purpose.
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:48 pm (UTC)A little shake of his head. "And as hard as it's been, sticking with our exercises, you've never asked questions. You've never pushed me further than I was willing. You've been respectful and kind, and I've improved a lot. I still hate being Silenced, it still makes me think of what happened, but maybe I won't be a liability in battle anymore."
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:49 pm (UTC)A long pause.
"I'm glad to hear it."
And he is, even if it feels a strange thing to be glad about.
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Date: 2020-07-27 10:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-28 01:37 am (UTC)"I've pitied some. Perhaps I shouldn't have." He purses his lips and looks forward again, his eyes going distant.
"What's pity worth when what someone needs is help, after all."
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Date: 2020-07-28 01:57 am (UTC)Colin stands up and quickly starts collecting a few medicines.
"I'm going to send you home with something to help you sleep, and before you go, I want to give you another good healing. Unfortunately, there's only so far even magic can go, and even I won't know how much is left unhealed. The sheer magnitude of the damage to your body can only be guessed at. You'll probably have pain and swelling for a time, and even the bits that have been healed may not immediately realize they've been healed. Do you have any questions?"
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Date: 2020-07-28 02:36 am (UTC)"You say that this will... likely never completely go away," he says, perhaps just for confirmation, that he heard him right. Something else he has to process.
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Date: 2020-07-28 02:50 am (UTC)"And, unlike any of the case studies I've read about, you have a spirit healer at your side. And I was taught by the very best."
A little encouraging smile.
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Date: 2020-07-28 03:10 am (UTC)"Well. Glad to have friends on the other side," he says with a wink, some of his natural jollity returning. "Thanks, lad."
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Date: 2020-07-28 03:19 am (UTC)"I'm going to cast again," he says, placing his hands back on his shoulders, "and you'll be free to go after."
He says it now because in a few seconds, he is going to be exhausted and isn't sure what he'll say afterward. With a deep breath, he reopens himself to Compassion and channels its healing magic, holding nothing back. When it's over, he sways a little, but manages to avoid embarrassing falls or obvious drunkwalking.
"Rest well." His voice sounds distant to his own ears.