[Open Class] First Aid 101 [Dekana Solo]

[SkieBorne]

After the last few fights had ended poorly for Dekana, he had decided that maybe, just maybe, learning how to tend his own wounds might be a good idea. It fell in line with his new outlook on classwork and it couldn't hurt to be able to mend others' wounds too, could it?

The problem, however, was that Dekana did not have a single maternal bone in his body and the 'how' of treating wounds had never been more complicated to him then pressing whatever available cloth compress was on hand to the scratch or putting ice on aching muscles... cheap and dirty but it got the job done most times. These last few fights, however, had left him aching and bleeding and mostly bed-ridden for a few days as his body greatly protested the beatings he'd put himself through. He almost wondered if just dissipating and re-coalescing would just be better then healing back through all this injury... Possibly, but not probably if he knew anything of the process.  

[SkieBorne]

The class itself was... interesting. Professor Cricket drawled on and on about basic treatments, symptoms, and when one was in over their head. It was silly, really. Deakana wanted to know how to treat the cool stuff, torn limbs, busted guts, even dismembered arms and legs and tails and stuff... the things that actually happened in battle. Not this bruises and Fear flow and illnesses that circulated around the campus every season. He'd seen colds, flus, the works of campus illnesses and nobody had ever died because of it, let alone lose limbs. Well, maybe one or two ended up dissipating but that was never a permanent situation so that didn't really count.

As the professor dragged on and on, Dekana began to wonder if Insanity was treatable by First Aid methods, however advanced. Wasn't it an illness somebody could catch? Did that mean it could then be treated by stimulating the body or imposing your own force on it? He had no idea and – he checked the train of thought from the Professor – nope, the Professor wasn't explaining that aspect at all. Frustrating.

Ah well, Dekana could day dream about fixes to various injuries – quick and easy and simple seemed to the theme of the lecture and he was very good at those three things. Quick and easy treatment to a slashed up arm? Lop it off and burn the end! That'd take care of it for sure, stop the bleeding too! What about internal bleeding? Wouldn't the student or person just turn into a Ghost when they died? No problem then! Just a new Amityville student then!

Yeah, that was a good thought. What about Ghosts? How do you treat the injuries of something that is already dead? Is it actually injured, then, if it's a Ghost? Really, they're incorporeal... without bodies... they shouldn't be able to bleed or lose arms or gain scars. They'd be really static beings wouldn't they? Never changing, always stuck with the same appearance, young, old, beautiful, ugly... That'd be an extremely uninspiring way to, ah, exist wouldn't it?

Dekana made a mental note to ask a Ghost next he saw one, what it was like being dead. What kind of existential questions did they have? And, most importantly, did they get scars?

When the rest of the class started to move, and he registered that the professor had stopped talking, Dekana realized they'd been dismissed to go practice on a dummy. He lingered around for a bit, watching what others did so he didn't look completely uninformed (he hadn't been paying much attention, if any at all) then went and sat beside a prone dummy. It was green and grey, the covering felt like real skin (was it? He wouldn't put it past the Professors...) and he had to look over the card set beside the dummy.

It had a list of symtoms and possible diagnoses. His symptoms... well, the first thing he noticed was that the dummy was warm to the touch. That indicated a fever of sort maybe... but the head area (it was super creepy without eyes) was sweating, little beads of moisture collected at its temples. Alright High temperature and sweating... that had to narrow it down! He glanced at the card, not really... the layout wasn't terribly informative, it was just a summary of possible symptoms and possible causes.

A flash back to the lecture reminded him of one of the comments the Professor had made – Heat Stroke was a common result of being exposed to the sunlight for a long time.

Heatstroke it was then. That'd be what he tried to treat!  

[SkieBorne]

Sadly, the things he gathered weren't terribly helpful for the treatment of Heat Stroke and he hadn't gathered enough of what he actually required. It was obvious as he flailed around at the effort that Professor Cricket wasn't terribly impressed by his attempts.

Water, bandages... nothing really helped. At least until he remembered he needed to cool and hydrate the individual. Thus, he poured the water down the mouth hole of the dummy and poured ice over the torso. Quick, easy, cheap and dirty... that's exactly what this lesson had been about.

And, apparently, it was enough to get him a decent pass!