A Knight To Remember

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
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Arthur saw the light. It was faint and he had to squint to prevent himself from being blind. It was so strong. So powerful . . . it was . . . Arthur finally opened his eyes to see a ceiling. No light. Just the top of a room. He groaned trying to shift his position but his head felt so heavy. So pained. Therefore, he could not fully sit upright. He closed his eyes again, trying to force out the pain, but it seemed it was there to stay . . . at least for a while. He opened his eyes again, this time the light not being the first thing he saw but rather a woman. A woman?!

He attempted to sit up again but still could not move. As if he was being weighed down. His throat felt dry, and glancing at his arm he saw things poked inside of it. Worst of all, was the disorientation. The lack of memories that led him to this place. Surely, it would come with time. But for now, this . . woman who was presence with him, may be able to shed some light on his, situation. "Where am I?" He asked, his voice groggy, hoarse. It was the first question that he could think to ask, but certainly, not the last. For it was almost immediately followed by another. "What happened?" That, would perhaps give him more of an answer to what landed him in this position.

[Guinevère]

"Dr. Leodegrance, he's moving!" Gwen looked over at the John Doe on the bed, and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. He'd been sleeping for a while, and she knew this was disorienting to most. He tried to get up, and she used her hands to help step him, "Just lie back," before he tried too much and fell out. "Take it easy," she encouraged in her normal soft and nurturing tone. She smiled at him, what she hoped was a warm and easy smile.

"You're at the hospitable," She told him in her welsh accent. "Just take a rest for a moment, and let us help." Guinevère tilted her head, and waited for him to move back on the bed, so they could begin the process of finding out who he was. Looking back at the nurse, "Can you go and find Dr. Gauis, please?" Turning back to the man who'd just woke up she reached for his chart. "Would you like some water?"

Or had he had enough? A poor joke, but she hadn't said it a loud. He had been found by the lake by a old man and was unconscious. Even though his heart rate, and vitals were good, and there was no sign of trauma he hadn't woken up for days. She knew a bit about him, but not much. No ID on him, but that could be because he was at a renaissance fair (though there wasn't one local happening) or perhaps a film crew near by? He had been wearing what appeared to be chain mail. "Can you tell me your name?"

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
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He was at the what? Confusion consumed him as he tried to process what she was saying. She was telling him to lie back, yet he felt restless . . . and weak at the same time. He needed to get up. Why was he here? Who were these people she was talking to? Her question of water and then . . . she asked him his name. He paused for a moment to answer, before he realized . . . he didn't know the answer. How was that possible? How did he not know his own name?!

"I don't . . . " He breathed out, eyes widening in panic. "I don't know," he admitted, confusion evident on his face. "I don't know my name. How is it possible not to know my name?" Why couldn't he remember? Why couldn't he remember anything?! "I need to leave," he said, struggling against where he was, and these things poked into his arm as he attempted to pull them out. "I need to go." He couldn't stay here. He needed to find out who he was! Surely, there must be someone who knew him? But the panic, the disorientation was making him irrational for deep down, he knew that he had no where to go. No memory, of where to go.

[Guinevère]

A lot of people waking up sometimes were frightened and tried to get up; so this part she was used too. Gwen put her hands over the IV to keep him from pulling it out, kept her smile on her face, and used her free hand to lightly push on his shoulder to keep him in bed. She noticed how strong he felt, but thankfully he wasn't swinging at anyone. She'd had a few others try that when waking--and they didn't know where they were so they were frightened--and while she'd never been hit, Gwen didn't like the risk.  

"Easy now," She cooed softly, trying to be soothing. "Give your mind a moment to catch up, and lets see what happens." She knew sometimes they were confused but never had they not known their names. Her job here was a physical therapist for people after trauma, to help them gain strength in their bodies after they had been in bed too long (or in some sad cases, help people ease bed sores when they would never get out of bed again). "You've been asleep for a while, just give yourself a chance wake up." She needed him calm, before he hurt himself.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
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There was something undeniably comforting about her touch. And voice. As if it instantly calmed him down, his body moving with ease so that his back was once more against the bed. He supposed that was her job, but still. Arthur could not explain how . . . serene her presence was. Though it did not fully diffuse the panic that coursed through him, it kept him from pulling out anything from his arm or make another attempt to leap out of bed. Immediately anyway.

He was fairly certain he wouldn't be able to stay here for too long. His mind was racing with questions and he needed answers. Answers which he would not find lying here like an invalid. "How long have I been asleep for?" He asked, figuring that was at least one place to start. Trying to determine how long he had been here . . . or how long he had been asleep for. What if he was just, found and brought here? What if he had been asleep for longer than he was in this bed? What if-- too many questions. And it made Arthur's mind spin as he closed his eyes to try and make it stop.

[Guinevère]

His question was understandable but also . . . she couldn't well give him an good answer. Instead she kept her smile in place and encouraged him to relax. "There you go, just rest back a bit," She didn't let go of him, but her hands softened, and her grip was more friendly then trying to keep him in bed. She looked at the screen with his vitals before looking back at him. It was normal he'd have a higher heart beat after waking, but she wanted it to calm as much as possible.

"My name is Gwen Leodegrance, I'm a doctor here." She told him, and her hands moved from him slightly; still ready to hold him in bed if needed. She shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, to keep things friendly. "You're in the hospitable. You were found by the lake. You've been here a few days. You're body needed time to heal, but there dose not seem to be any major damage done." She told him, keeping her voice pleasant and her cadence calm. "It's normal to be disoriented when walking up. Take a few deep breaths."

Reaching for her stethoscope she watched him. "Can you tell me the name of four objects in the room?" She asked, using a tried but true method of calming people down. 4 things you can see. 3 things you can touch. 2 things you can smell. 1 thing that you hear. It helped ground them, and make them focus on more then the panic they were feeling.