09.Sep.13, 05:55 PM
T'lian's expression constricted as he listened to the story. It sounded like the man had been in terrible pain, so he imagined the condition must have been quite serious. "The only problem is that so many illnesses have such similar symptoms," he said as he gently lifted his shirt and cradled Fellis in his hands. The fire lizard wound around him and squeaked sadly.
"Fever, headaches, nausea...things like that could be a million things," he replied. "From a food reaction to firehead to Faranth knows what. But you said he was injured shortly before..." His regretful tone shifted suddenly, instantly becoming brighter and more thoughtful. It wasn't that the news was good, but he did have an idea. He knew his eye was trained to search for injuries rather than illnesses, so he didn't dismiss the idea that he might be looking in that direction out of habit. It was worth consideration, though.
"He could have had an infection from an internal injury left over from the accident you described," T'lian said. "Gut wounds are particularly bad to fester, even more so if they go deep. It would have been the first thing I would check for, personally, especially if he didn't respond to treating the symptoms." He paused again, mulling over the symptoms a second time.
"I'd say his chances probably hinged on whether or not a healer managed to actually find and treat the injury," he said with a bit of misgiving. That wasn't likely, he knew. He wasn't going to lie to her, though. "That's assuming my idea is correct, but there's really no way to know. If I'm wrong and it wasn't an injury, I'd say his chances were even lower. If his symptoms weren't responding to basic treatment, it was probably too advanced for anyone to do anything about."
He hated bad news. He sighed. "I'm sorry I can't give you any better news, or with any more certainty."
"Fever, headaches, nausea...things like that could be a million things," he replied. "From a food reaction to firehead to Faranth knows what. But you said he was injured shortly before..." His regretful tone shifted suddenly, instantly becoming brighter and more thoughtful. It wasn't that the news was good, but he did have an idea. He knew his eye was trained to search for injuries rather than illnesses, so he didn't dismiss the idea that he might be looking in that direction out of habit. It was worth consideration, though.
"He could have had an infection from an internal injury left over from the accident you described," T'lian said. "Gut wounds are particularly bad to fester, even more so if they go deep. It would have been the first thing I would check for, personally, especially if he didn't respond to treating the symptoms." He paused again, mulling over the symptoms a second time.
"I'd say his chances probably hinged on whether or not a healer managed to actually find and treat the injury," he said with a bit of misgiving. That wasn't likely, he knew. He wasn't going to lie to her, though. "That's assuming my idea is correct, but there's really no way to know. If I'm wrong and it wasn't an injury, I'd say his chances were even lower. If his symptoms weren't responding to basic treatment, it was probably too advanced for anyone to do anything about."
He hated bad news. He sighed. "I'm sorry I can't give you any better news, or with any more certainty."