PAFP Camp i'm the doctor, i'm the patient — medicine knowledge

[BENGT]

Bengt has always been rather perceptive. It's something he prides himself on, even if it had been born out of necessity—it's an important skill, even if you don't normally live in a group. The wild has its way of telling you things, if you just know how to listen.

One could argue he doesn't need to remain on guard here, in WindClan's camp, where he has been cared for ever since his arrival, but... it has been baked into his system. It's far too ingrained within Bengt's psyche to just drop the act. That is precisely why he has learned that Owlbear, another one of Meadowpaw's patients, is seemingly down with something that isn't as easy to cure as a cold. Bengt had seen similar symptoms before, but especially after the fire that had burned down the barn. Smoke can be a deadly thing, even if you escape the hungry flames. The way Owlbear's breath catches in her throat sometimes is very telling.

Bengt is sitting at the mouth of the medicine cat den, eye sharpened for a specific tabby pelt. He approaches Owlbear when he sees them coming before they can engage in some other activity.

"I heard you had trouble breathing,"

he says in lieu of a hello. Bengt looks her over like it's their first time seeing one another. Perhaps it is—he's seen a lot of new faces lately, and he's certain that he has not left a huge impression on them all yet. Being stuck in a nest for the majority of the day will do that.

"Do you remember what Meadowpaw had given you for it? I might know other methods."

Please wait for @owlbear

 

[owlbear]

Owlbear is on her way to clean up next to the entrance to the nursery den when Bengt comes up to her. She stops, turning to him and smiling playfully.

"Not even a hello, Bengt?~" She purrs, making a tsk sound like she might make to one of the kits. The mention of her breathing troubles makes her sigh, and she smiles again, though somewhat laboured. "Meadow's been telling ya about my troubles? It's nothin' really…" She looks out at camp again. "I think they gave me honey and thyme… and Meadow, sweet girl, she said they were out of somethin' i think? Was it Colts foot? Some foot of something or other anyway. But they didn't have any at the time." She looks back at Bengt. "Other methods…? Hm, well, Meadow seems to trust ya so… But I don't want to cause any bother. There's no need to waste herbs on me, really…"

She smiles again, tail flicking. Her breathing bothered her more than she would say– but it didn't seem like much compared to what others were dealing with. Though she was a little terrified of it happening again, of the taste of blood, well– she was afraid of a lot of things, and she usually managed to handle it.

i can't look at the stars

they make me wonder where you are

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  Owlbear, - 50 moons / windclan warrior
  peaceful powerplay allowed

 

[BENGT]

Owlbear doesn't meet his offer of aid with anything akin to desperation. She's cheerful, even playful, either masterfully concealing the ever-persistent ailment in her throat or now used to it.

"My presence itself is greeting enough,"

he responds, puffing out his chest and tipping his head back to pose for her.

Then, they plunge straight into business.

"Told me, or I just happened to be very perceptive."

Bengt's grin is smooth. Both are true; when you are cooped up in one place with a single other cat by your side, you're bound to pick up some things. Plus, he's always on the lookout for such things. The fact that he might actually have something useful to offer to Owlbear is a mere bonus.

"Say, has she tried o massage your chest before? It probably sounds silly, but it can really help your airflow."

He demonstrates with a paw to his own chest. Honey is good, and coltsfoot- well, Bengt doesn't know all the names that Meadowpaw uses, but if it's the plant that bears yellow-white flowers at the start of warmer seasons, then it must be the same one.

Bengt frowns when Owlbear punctuates it all with such dismissive words.

"Waste? As far as I know Meadowpaw, she wouldn't view it as a waste. You don't want to collapse one day and not be able to catch your breath."

Scary way to go.