[center][h2] Doctor Solomon Whitewood [/h2][/center]

Time: Morning
Location: The Avalon Avenger, Lower Decks, Infirmary
Interaction with: [@Stitches]

It had been a few days since they had arrived aboard the Avalon Avenger. All of his belongings, from equipment to personal effects had made it onto the ship safely-- something the doctor was very much grateful for. The first day mostly consisted of Solomon establishing his workstation in the lower decks. Laboratory apparatus had to be set up, books had to be placed, and supplies needed to be ready for use, after all. 

The days following were, thankfully, not as hectic. The doctor spent time getting acquainted with the medical records of those onboard the ship; not just the officers, but the regular sailors too, as they were the most likely to visit the infirmary at the end of the day. As the ship was a proper vessel of the Glasstonian Navy, many of the men aboard were capable of reading and writing. That being said, these records were not quite as complete as he would have liked. For any other navy surgeon, they would have been sufficient. However, having proper and extensive records could be what separated a healthy crew from a sickly one, and thus, the doctor made preparations to perform routine check-ups on the members of the crew.

...or at least, he would have, had he not had heard the knocking.

Not on the door to the doctor's office, mind you. He heard knocking on the outside of the hull. Solomon briefly wondered if a whale, shark, or some other sea creature had bumped against the hull, but quickly discarded that theory once he listened in further. If that were the case, it would be a singular crash, not a series of relatively gentle knocks. Perhaps someone had fallen overboard? A few minutes of deliberation later, a marine entered the office.

"Doctor. We've found a strange woman in the water and we're bringing her aboard. She'll likely be sent your way shortly." The marine said simply.

A woman? In the open sea? How strange. "I see..." Solomon rubbed his chin. "Thank you for informing me. I'll prepare a bed for her arrival."

The doctor considered asking the man more questions but knew that he likely didn't know as much as he would've liked. Thus, he let him go on his way. Solomon stretched out some new linens, fluffed up a pillow, and prepared a bit of water for his prospective patient. If she was a castaway and a survivor of a crashed ship, she must be extremely exhausted, after all. Already, the doctor was running the routine in his mind. He would have to clean and bind any wounds she might have, check for internal injuries, and treat any symptoms of starvation or dehydration that are certain to appear.

Of course, he certainly didn't expect what would happen next. Some five minutes later, the ship's Royal Sea Witch had entered with the patient in his arms. "Doctor Whitewood." Aldan gave the doctor a nod.

"Mister Stormreaver." He replied, approaching the man and his charge. "This is..."

"Not what you were expecting? The same goes for everyone else aboard the ship." Aldan said as he gently lowered the unconscious Siren onto the prepared bed.

"I'll leave her in your care. I've business to attend to above deck. I'll send a marine over to watch over the Siren soon." With a nod, the Sea Witch excused himself, leaving the doctor to his work. 

Solomon looked down at his charge. He had never seen anything quite like her. He had treated a few Merfolk before, but never a Siren, and certainly never a Siren like she was. Perhaps there were different breeds of Siren depending on location? Whatever the case may be, there was still a job that needed to be done, and so, the doctor approached her pensively, doing his best not to wake her. Producing a book and quill from a nearby desk, he began his report.

During his first inspection, the doctor found no injuries, internal or external. Judging by the texture and moisture of her skin, she did not appear to be sick, either. If the smell and slight residue of sloughing skin was any indication, she likely had transformed recently. It would take a few hours before she is accustomed to walking on land and breathing air.

On occasion, the Siren would call out for someone named "Sam". He would have to ask who that man was when she woke.

The most pressing issue is her apparent exhaustion. It seems as if she had been swimming for several days without rest. The doctor made a mental note to ready a meal for her when she woke, but not so much as to induce refeeding syndrome. Her clothes were torn, aged, and wet with brine. It did very little to preserve her modesty. Perhaps the princess had spare clothing lying around. It wouldn't do for a woman to walk around aboard a ship of the Glasstonian Navy looking like she did, even [i]if[/i] she was a Siren.


[hider=Doctor's Notes: The Siren]
Diagnosis:
The patient appears to be some form of Siren. No internal or external injuries, and no discernable illnesses, for now. Signs of extreme exhaustion and slight malnutrition evident. Potentially delirious.

Treatment:
The patient should be allowed to rest in bed for as long as is required. To be fed at regular intervals, three times a day. More food and drink can be given at her request, provided she does not eat too much at once. The patient is to be bathed with a moist washcloth every six hours, so as to prevent her skin from drying up.

Notes:
The patient appears to be some unknown subspecies of Siren. Great care is to be taken when administering medicine, as it is unknown as to how her body will react to the foreign material.

She will require a clean set of clothes.

Interrogation and questioning will begin at her or the doctor's discretion.
[/hider]
With that, Solomon closed his book with a sigh. This was a new endeavor for him, but he supposed that this was indeed what he had signed up for. The doctor gave his patient one more glance before putting his book away. He then walked over to a nearby shelf, pulling out one of the books he had brought with him as reference material. "The Anatomy of the Various Known Races of Ossiven." This thick and heavy book had contained much information about the bodies of various different races, so much so that it was frequently used as reference material for any good surgeon. As he flipped over to the page containing the information about Merfolk, he briefly wondered if [i]he[/i] would be the one to complete the incomplete entry about Sirens.

The doctor then shook his head. If he did his job right, he could do that and manage to keep her healthy, too. As if on cue, a marine guard appeared, giving the Doctor a nod before standing at his post. It seemed like the captain wouldn't have a potential security issue like her walking around unattended, which was in the end, likely a wise decision.

Solomon returned the nod to the guardsman, and with that, he began his studies. People would find the man completely engrossed in his work, as he should be.