03.Feb.20, 10:22 PM
[i}Semath, can you see if Erebuth can give you a clearer impression of where he's hurting or what it feels like?[/i] While the dragons conversed, L'gan rifled through his bag to see what he could use as an anti-emetic and sent an assistant to find some more of the most promising ingredients. As Semath reported back and sent her best approximation of what Erebuth shared, he grimaced and adjusted his recipe a little.
Trusting Narinoa to handle the initial physical, he took advantage of the distraction to examine the mess, not liking what he saw one bit. There was indeed ichor mixed in, though it was darker than fresh--but it had been exposed to the air for a while before he could get there. He scraped a sample into a jar, then stepped aside to let someone else help clean up while he joined the others.
"Hey buddy," he said, reaching over and scratching Erebuth's eye ridge. "So it sounds like it's probably something up with your tummy. Is it worse when you eat, or when you don't?" He asked a few other questions, like if it was only when he ate wherry or all the time, and things like that. While he asked, he did a quick exam of Erebuth's eyes and teeth--it didn't seem to be neurological or a rotten tooth, and he had a hunch what it really was. "You're a real trooper, Erebuth. Can I steal B'kit and Noa for a minute? We'll be right back, and hopefully I'll have something which can help your stomach."
He pulled the two aside and got a quick update on what Narinoa found. "You did the right thing, calling for us, B'kit. I think we caught this early enough, despite appearances. It could be a couple things. The most likely is an ulcer, so that's what I'm going to try to treat first. You need to make sure he eats a small meal every day, even if he doesn't want to; otherwise the acids in his stomach will agitate the ulcer and make it worse or cause more to form." He rested a hand on B'kit's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Call me again, day or night, if you need to. We're all here for you."
Trusting Narinoa to handle the initial physical, he took advantage of the distraction to examine the mess, not liking what he saw one bit. There was indeed ichor mixed in, though it was darker than fresh--but it had been exposed to the air for a while before he could get there. He scraped a sample into a jar, then stepped aside to let someone else help clean up while he joined the others.
"Hey buddy," he said, reaching over and scratching Erebuth's eye ridge. "So it sounds like it's probably something up with your tummy. Is it worse when you eat, or when you don't?" He asked a few other questions, like if it was only when he ate wherry or all the time, and things like that. While he asked, he did a quick exam of Erebuth's eyes and teeth--it didn't seem to be neurological or a rotten tooth, and he had a hunch what it really was. "You're a real trooper, Erebuth. Can I steal B'kit and Noa for a minute? We'll be right back, and hopefully I'll have something which can help your stomach."
He pulled the two aside and got a quick update on what Narinoa found. "You did the right thing, calling for us, B'kit. I think we caught this early enough, despite appearances. It could be a couple things. The most likely is an ulcer, so that's what I'm going to try to treat first. You need to make sure he eats a small meal every day, even if he doesn't want to; otherwise the acids in his stomach will agitate the ulcer and make it worse or cause more to form." He rested a hand on B'kit's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Call me again, day or night, if you need to. We're all here for you."