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When is a cure not a cure?

Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 6:42 pm
by Faith Augustin
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28th Ashan, 717

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"Padraig!" Faith had run all the way home, not stopping or slowing down. She burst through the front door like a whirlwind and in a manner most unlike her, usually so controlled and quiet. "Padraig?! Oh.. Oh... thank Fa...Famula." Although, of course, the fact that she had run so fast meant that she was completely out of breath and more than a little disheveled. She was happy, there was no doubting it and she took his hand and half walked, half ran into the living room. "How... " She started putting things out on the living room table, getting her breathing back in order.

"I've done it. I think. I've made it better, at least." She was babbling, she knew, even as she started opening jars. "Gavin, one of the four men who came in with it, he has it the worse and I worked out that it.. well, I think it's not contagious, it's an allergic reaction which triggers the body's natural defenses. The things I've been treating you with, treating them with, make it worse or at the very least perpetuate it." Faith shook her head and stopped, just for a few trill. She breathed in, then out, then spoke to him again.

"We don't keep records, you see. On where people have been, what they've done. I think that diseases have patterns, behaviours almost." Looking at him she smiled and reached up to stroke his cheek. "If this is caused by the environment, then it isn't until we examine that environment that we know that. I think this is a reaction to the ginkgo blossom. It's a tree, but no insects make it their home, nor birds." She looked at him and handed him a sealed pot. "Eyebath, there's tea in here that I'm going to make right now."

She squeezed his hands and couldn't restrain herself from the delight in her expression. "He responded in two breaks, so we just have to wait. He's much further along than you." When she was sure that he had the eyebath and was doing that, she got busy moving over to the kettle and starting to put things together for the tea. "I've started at the Order, we're going to take information on each patient, track patterns of diseases, they might give us clues, surely?" Faith was about to become a fanatic about this; all the signs were there. "If I'm right and this is about the ginkgo blossom, then it's seasonal and it's about specific locations. How many people have lost their sight unnecessarily? I'm going to the university, to speak to Professor Carter. This has to be a consideration, worthy of study." There were a hundred things whirling in her mind, yet they were all peripheral to one basic consideration; this would make him well again.

"This is a chamomile, ginger and green tea combination. I'm reliably informed that it tastes disgusting. We can't add honey to it, though, it counteracts." Fussing around she got things ready, even the way she worked in the kitchen was noisy and less controlled than usual. "One thing, though?" Faith came out holding a cup of tea for him which, if it tasted how it smelled, would live up to the build up she'd given it in terms of disgusting. "When have you been near a ginkgo tree?"

When is a cure not a cure?

Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 2:58 pm
by Padraig
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She'd caught Padraig working in his lab at the back of the house, almost in total darkness. It was an odd adjustment to make, but the shades were drawn and most of the lamps were unlit save one with a darker globe than the others. It helped though. Enough so that he felt he could continue to work and experiment. At least for now.

But when Faith charged through the door and shouted his name it startled him, and he dropped the vial he had in his hand, leaving it to shatter and splatter its contents on the rug. Luckily it wouldn't leave much of a stain, or eat up any of the natural fibers. Smiling and shaking his head, he wandered out of the lab to find her still catching her breath.

She was smiling though, and looked happier than he'd seen her in a number of trials. No matter the reason, it pleased him in spite of the things that continued to concern him. Padraig didn't get the opportunity to ask though before she launched into an explanation of her own. "Done what?" he asked, struggling to keep up with her. But she'd done it. She'd found a cure? "Are you sure?"

In reality he hadn't found the condition to have gotten worse, at least not in response to what she was giving him already. Things had just felt to be progressing at a rate not unlike they'd been before she'd told him. But gingko, he wasn't familiar with it though he took the pot she handed him and studied it, then her. "This is it? This will cure it?" And so quickly?

She was right, he considered as she went about making the tea, and he did as told and used the eyebath. If it was the cure, it would help a great many people. He was uncommonly proud of her and told her so. Even as his face told the truth of it as he swallowed the tea she gave him. He gagged a little but managed to get it down, but he could only agree. It was a vile concoction.

"I don't know," he said when she asked about the gingko tree. "I'm not sure I'd have noticed if I had, but mostly I've only been at home, at the university, or somewhere in between." There hadn't been much opportunity to go anywhere else of late. Too much on his plate at the moment. So unless there were any of the trees between home and the university, then he hadn't.

When is a cure not a cure?

Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 5:04 pm
by Faith Augustin
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"I'm sure. I'm more than sure." She smiled at him and nodded. "Gavin has had to be in total darkness since I first diagnosed him. Even in that, he's in pain. He's been examined by four other doctors, three of whom have seen this before." Nothing had touched lightbane before, she explained, nothing had ever made a difference. Faith sighed, shaking her head. It was frustrating because it seemed like there was nothing actually wrong except this lack of movement in the pupil for those with the condition. "So, if this is a permanent cure or a temporary relief, it should mean that people with it are at least able to function without having to.." Faith stopped speaking then as she realised what she was saying.

"The usual treatment for lightbane is to medically remove your sight, so that you can go outside and so on without being in pain. I had to persuade the four of them at the Order to give me time to cure them." Her gaze on him was bordering on stern, although she didn't mean it at all. "That wasn't an option for you. I'm a bully, I know." There were other treatments, she told him, including a vapour and so on, but this was the first round. He had some more of the tea to drink, too. She wrote it down for him, a list of what to do and when. There were three lots of eyebath, the tea had to be drunk every half break, take the herbal mixture once a break.

Once she was clear that she'd given him all the instructions at least three times, and had apologised for fussing at least four, Faith wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and kissed him. "I told you we'd do it. I love you." It was too rarely she said that, she knew, but the relief which Faith felt was enormous. "I have to go back to work." She'd rather not and she lingered in his arms awhile, until something he said caught her attention. "It's odd, you're sure?" He hadn't been anywhere near ginkgo trees? Faith had brought home, of course, a book about them and she fished it out of her bag. "Here. They look like this."

She was right about the cure, she knew she was, but what did this mean? His condition had progressed much more slowly than the men at the Order, but Faith had put that down to him having round the clock medical care. "If this doesn't work, then it's good news in a different way. It means this isn't lightbane." Of course, what it was then became a different question. However, she lingered in his arms a while longer then reluctantly pulled herself away, thrusting the list into his hands before walking out in a much more sedate, controlled and usual fashion for her.
When she came back home, three breaks later, Faith walked in and she was delighted. She had a pile of books with her, which she was balancing in her hands. "How are you?" Before she saw him, she called to ask. "All four of them have responded, it's only been five breaks and Gavin is able to tolerate... no change?" She walked in and saw the darkness in the room and, as she put her books down she looked at him, searching to see if there was any change in his eyes. There wasn't.

"Padraig, this isn't a disease. I've gone to every text book, I've looked up everything. It isn't an infection because I've treated you for an infection and I've given you enough of a dose to kill anything. Plus, it's not progressing like an infection would." Her face frowned and she looked at him with a puzzled expression. "The only other option, which I'd ruled out because I can't imagine how, is that it's a specific toxin. Is that even possible? Think back to when this started. The ten trials before." Could it be his work, she wondered, something that he'd been exposed to then? She looked at him with confusion on her face at the thought of it, just not sure where he'd have had the chance to get any kind of toxin in his system. But then, she didn't know when it started, so she didn't know what he'd been exposed to.

When is a cure not a cure?

Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2017 1:39 pm
by Padraig
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"So any improvement may only be temporary?" Padraig asked with a deep frown. But then of course, how long had it been since her first patient had shown improvement, due to a treatment that was brand new and only just discovered? "So we're lab rats, yes?" he asked, teasing her and managed something of grin in spite of what was plaguing him.

He was a scientist after all, even if he didn't specialize in medicine and understood all too well how breakthroughs worked. They were exciting, had the potential to change trial by trial life for any number of people. But first they had to stand the test of time. But who wouldn't want to try, rather than go the traditional route to dealing with the disease?

More tea though? The expression on his face said it all. He'd barely choked down the last dose. It was the reflex that he'd discovered sometime back when he'd seen her, or at least he imagined he had, being consumed from the inside out by countless insects. Right then. "More tea," he said dryly, and repeated the dosages and times that she'd told him, just to reassure Faith that he would, and that he understood the importance of it. What was a little unpleasantness in trade for his sight back?

"I'll be good," Padraig promised her before she left. And though he went back to work in his lab, since it was a fine distraction, he'd do just as she told him and stop periodically in order to drink the tea. Except that as time passed, nothing changed. He wasn't sure that it should, or what to expect if it did. But now and then he peered out the window into the sunny garden, and shrank back from the glare again.

And no, he told Faith when she finally came back. He'd hoped it would be otherwise, but "No change." Did that mean that it wasn't lightbane at all? Or did it mean that he was one of the unlucky ones that just didn't respond as the others did? There were always exceptions weren't there? But when did it start?

"I'm not sure," he told her. "I guess I just assumed it was strain and didn't think anything of it. I'd like to say it was when I took on the teaching job, the extra study, the grading. But maybe, that's only made it more noticeable." And so Padraig thought back, back to when it might have begun. But he only knew for sure when it hadn't been a problem. "Faldrass," he eventually guessed. "I think it might have started on Faldrass, or maybe just after."

He hadn't thought anything of it then, though. "Cylus was so dark, and we all adjusted or at least I did. So afterwards when things seemed too bright, I just assumed it was the shift of the cycle, added the extra work I've taken on."

When is a cure not a cure?

Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2017 3:39 pm
by Faith Augustin
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"Well, I'm glad to see that your tendency to always be an optimist hasn't been diminished any." Her retort was accompanied by a grin and a gentle nudge of her elbow. Temporary cures and lab rats, indeed. Couldn't he tell she was excited? Her grin was good natured and much more her own "It might be temporary, yes, but there is no medical reason to suggest why it would be. The physiology of lightbane is that it forces an over reaction from the body's natural defences. Once that reaction has started, we've been unable to stop or reverse it. However, it reaches a point and stops, so there is no reason to think that.... just behave yourself and have faith."

At his next dry comment, though, she was unyielding. "More tea." Faith had given him a stern glare, or the best approximation she could manage. Still, he agreed to do as she had asked him and for that she was glad. If he was distracted from her, she couldn't blame him in the slightest and she really needed to get better timing, she considered, for declarations of love. There was an undoubted spring in her step on her way back to the Order, though, very different than the careering skidding run which she'd utilised on her journey home.

After three breaks, though, there was no change. Faith sighed and shook her head at his unspoken thoughts. He was jumping to the idea of him being the one who did not respond, the outlying statistic for whom it did not work. Sometimes, she considered, a scientific mind was a very tricky thing to navigate. "Alright, let's look at this logically, shall we?" Once she had sat on the sofa, she pinched the bridge of her nose to force her to think more clearly and quell the emotions she was feeling. "It's progressing more slowly than lightbane. It isn't responding to the treatment for lightbane. You haven't, to your knowledge or mine, been anywhere near any ginkgo trees which I believe trigger lightbane." Those combined made for a strong argument that lightbane was not what he had, she knew that. However, he had made more than one valid point. "Conversely, this treatment is just breaks old and it's all just theory right now. It needs testing and more testing. However, since there is some good evidence which suggests it might not be lightbane, I suggest we continue the treatments for it whilst exploring other options."

With a smile, she squeezed his hand. "I'll try and make the tea taste better, I promise. I just want to be sure that I'm not hurting you by doing that." If he was going to be taking it for a time, they all were, then she'd have to. "I can do that this evening." Prioritizing that made sense, so she would. However, she had to admit she was surprised at his answer to her question.

"Faldrass? Padraig that was... I mean, how long ago was that? This... damnit." Faith sighed and leaned forward, taking the cup out of his hand. "If you're sure, absolutely sure, then there's no need for you to be drinking this muck. I am so sorry." Lightbane, she explained, would have more than blinded him by now if it had been that. With serious silver eyes she assured him that she had read the notes of every case that she could find of lightbane, sitting up through the nights to do so and it had never taken so long to progress. She had been starting to doubt that it could be lightbane since it was now six trials since she'd noticed symptoms, ten trials was the longest before blindness, and that had only happened once, she explained. "I should have asked you. I am so sorry, I just assumed that it had been only a few trials." If he'd been a patient at the clinic, she would have asked.

Which made it more likely that this was some kind of a toxin he was reacting to. She searched her memory for less than a trill before a look of dawning understanding came across her face. "The spiders." Faith lifted a hand and put it against his chest, where there had been a cut. "Well, we need to go back there. You've got some samples, I know, but I need a whole specimen. Preferably alive, in case they have hidden toxins which we don't know unless we trigger it. So, crack open the custom bolts, we're going to fill them with tranquiliser and go on a spider hunt."

When is a cure not a cure?

Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2017 3:11 pm
by Padraig
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"I am a scientist, neither an optimist or a pessimist," he teased her in turn, and had adopted a very professor-like expression for good measure. "I'm a realist." In truth, though it might not be very scientific, he was also only human, so was some combination of all three.

Faith was a little different though. Religious fervor and devotion, not so much. But faith in her, plenty. If she believed that the cure wasn't temporary, or that he wasn't the exception, then it was good enough for him. It didn't change the fact though that unlike the others she was treating, the tea, the eyebath, it wasn't changing anything for him.

She didn't need to make the tea more palatable, not for his sake anyway. Doing so might break down something important, and as vile as the stuff was, if it wasn't working...Well, then it wasn't. But yes, he was sure. He'd started experiencing difficulties either immediately after their return, or even while they were still there. But as he'd told her, Cylus had been dark, and then he'd taken on quite a bit of responsibility that in turn required a lot of his focus. And so he'd put it down to the sudden light of Ashan, stress and strain, and had thought nothing of it.

"So it's not lightbane," he said and frowned. "and you think it was the spider?" He'd paid attention to how he'd felt afterwards, Padraig told her, just as she'd asked him to. But the vision problems had come on so subtly he couldn't have connected the two back then.

So it appeared they were going to be heading back to Faldrass, and finding themselves a spider. Bringing a dead one back would have proved tricky. But a live one? That was going to be a real trick. But he wasn't going to argue with her. He sensed it wouldn't do a bit of good. So custom bolts it was. Strong ones, and plenty of them, at least half a dozen or more and they were easily shaped, just like before. He'd have them done in short order, since it appeared they were going on a spider hunt.

When is a cure not a cure?

Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 1:05 am
by Basilisk
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Faith

Story: 5/5
Collab: 5/5
Structure: 5/5

Poisoncrafting: Giant Spider venom causes similar effects to Lightbane.
Poisoncrafting: Identifying the cause of Faux-Lightbane.


Padraig

Story: 5/5
Collab: 5/5
Structure: 5/5

Poisoncrafting: Giant Spider venom causes similar effects to Lightbane.
Poisoncrafting: Identifying the cause of Faux-Lightbane.

Notes

One day, one day, I will review a thread I can give you two a respectable number of knowledges for. Sadly, this thread mostly involved things learned, or done, in other threads and thus, there I couldn't reward knowledges for them, as your characters would have them from other threads.

That being said, the thread was really enjoyable to read and the trepidation from both characters feel at the thought of confronting Giant Spiders again is palpable, as well as their tension and worry when the Lightbane cure doesn't work.

As for the ending.....it was good. =P Honestly, the only problem I could find in the thread was that the opening was a little confusing at first. Fortunately, what exactly is going on is explained in very short order, so it doesn't cause a problem for more than a second. Definitely looking forward to more threads from you two. =]