goodnight moon, goodnight stars [o, medics needed]

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    Tiger had struggled with insomnia since he had first started learning medicine, but this was ridiculous. He hadn't gotten more than three hours of sleep ever since joining Blizzardclan, and it was starting to affect his ability to complete relatively simple tasks. His movements were sluggish, his brain foggy, it was starting to get on his nerves. For instance, he had been trying to make a simple anti-inflammatory poultice for one of his cuts when he somehow grabbed the wrong herb. This by itself wasn't too bad, but soon after that he had accidentally knocked over the bowl containing the now correctly-made poultice, which forced him to make an entirely new bowl. And seeing as how none of the medical remedies he had tried were having any sort of effect on his ability to fall asleep, the canine found himself walking, well, dragging himself over to the medic's den in search of some professional advice. It took him a while to get there, since his brain led him to the greenhouse at first, but the canine eventually arrived at his destination, barely containing a yawn as he leaned against the door frame. "Imperia, Iselotta?" He inquired softly, "Can I ask for your advice?" While waiting for an answer the doctor would momentarily close his eyes, a small frown creasing his features as he stood there. Oh how he missed the sweet embrace of a well night's rest.


    imperia   ISELOTTA  

    Lottie knew well insomnia and troubled nights, especially as of late; it was simply will power and well-faked smiled that got her through the day, as well as only a couple hours of sleep, which was hardly good for her health, especially now, though only one or two very rare souls knew the true secret of Lottie at the moment. Still, she was there in the den, working per usual, when Tigerlily's voice reached her ears, making the Head Medic glance up towards the door as she eyed the yawning figure before her, her gaze automatically scanning him for signs of injuries or other issues before she settled on his face. He looked tired, and judging that he was asking for advice, she assumed it would have to be for that. "Of course, monsieur. How can we help you?"

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    It didn't take long for one of the medics to arrive, causing Tiger's eye-lids to flutter momentarily before opening to a certain extent. He didn't have the willpower to look wide awake at the moment, so he just settled for a tired smile. "It's concerning insomnia. I've been trying to get more than three hours of sleep for the last week or so without any success, and I was wondering if you could prescribe something more... effective." This was all so awfully awkward to him, the whole asking for help thing. He was so used to being the only medic around that the prospect of being able to ask other people for medical help was both nerve-wracking and relieving. "Herbal tea doesn't seem to work, and poppy seeds aren't as effective as I would like them to be."

    Slender limbs propel the elegant canine from the secluded recesses of the medic's hut, emerging from the shadows silently. She smiles at the sight of Tigerlily, unable to disguise her pleasure to see the male at her workplace. Imperia finds his quiet and gentle demeanor refreshing in comparison to the myriad of volatile males populating the clan. Plus, she enjoys talking to him about herbs--it is a good change from always speaking with Iselotta or Jacob, no matter how much she loves the both of them. Her circle of friends is small, and Peri is eager to expand it. At the mention of insomnia, a thoughtful frown colors her features. Hmm... she is familiar with the remedies of which he speaks, but she utilized them in the past to escape nightmares rather than battle an inability to sleep. The night terrors got so bad at one point that the she-wolf was forced to try something stronger... "Passionflower is a rather strong sedative that can be brewed in tea or consumed as is..." she thinks aloud, fixing her silver gaze upon the golden retriever. "but perhaps start with Valerian. It is a less potent sedative, but it worked for me." She glances over at Lottie expectantly, waiting to see if the more experienced medic has anything to input.


    //rushed as I'm going to bed <3


    Before Lottie could even speak up with her own recommendations after hearing what Tigerlily had to offer with his previous attempts, Imperia beat her to it, and the Medic's ear flicked as she listened to the suggestions presented, unable to help the purr that rumbled up in her throat. It was still hard to remember, at times, that Imperia was her own Medic now, and a fine one at that. "Precisely," Lottie would offer after Imperia had made her suggestions, sending her former-trainee a warm smile as she caught the glance upon her. Turning towards the shelves, she would begin scanning the various trays of herbs for the Valerian, if Tigerlily happened to take the offer, that was. "You might also find a routine helpful at night, something consistent to help settle down for the night."

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    The canine would look visibly relieved as Imperia suggested that he tried Valerian, his smile growing by a fraction. Although the name was familiar to him, he didn't know enough about the flower to properly use it in treatments. Iselotta's confirmation only made him feel better, and he would patiently wait as she started searching the shelves. "Thank you, it's very much appreciated." He would murmur, trying to hold back another yawn to no avail. "It really is." Iselotta also recommended that he put together a routine, something that he would find himself nodding along in agreement with. "I try to read every night, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to follow a more... definite schedule." Clearly in no mood to move, the feline would hesitantly take a moment to stretch before standing up and preparing for his departure.