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They were sitting on the couch, all three of them. It was not the most comfortable seating, but having Didia on his lap freed up some space for Rufus to join them. Didia was tipsy but not sad. Not now that she was sharing the couch with the two men. Rufus still looked a bit out of sorts, but to be fair, so was Theo. He did not expect Saturnalia to go quite this way.
Didia's fingers traced the nape of his neck and Theo shivered. Her other hand reached out to Rufus. Theo found he did not mind. He fit into the picture well. The medicus tilted his head and pressed a kiss to his wife's neck. "Io Saturnalia" he smirked against her skin "We do what you want. It's your festival. Have fun."
Well, there they were. The three of them, holding hands or whatever this was supposed to be, with Didia looking both wobbly and cheerful.
"I'll stay. So, um, I don't want to insert myself where I'm not wanted,"
"Yeah, I think we are past that now" Theo chuckled, watching as his wife made her way to the couch, plopping down.
"Both come and sit with me s-so I don't seem so sad sat here by myself."
"Does she look drunk to you?" Theo glanced at Rufus. She had definitely had wine, and was unsteady on her feet. Theo walked over, and since the couch was way too small, he scooped Didia up and sat down with her on his lap. "Sorry, gotta save some space for our guest. Are you feeling alright?"
"Didia's not the only one here I proper like... I mean, well, she chose you and anyone she likes is worth liking, and you've been very good to me, and - I should go before I make a worse fool of myself than I have already, if that's even possible."
Theo blinked. Rufus was clearly feeling awkward in the middle of their little Saturnalia dinner, and he did not mean to make him feel like that. Sure, they were all on uncharted waters, but that was the beauty of Saturnalia, as far as he understood it: venturing to do things that one would not do on any other day. And Didia seemed to be enjoying herself.
Rufus got up to leave. Theo opened his mouth to tell him to stay, there was no need to break up the little party they had going... but before he could speak, Rufus pressed his lips to his, and then turned to flee.
"Um. You two look very good together,"
Theo blinked again, mouth still slightly open. Didia acted faster. But not with more grace. She fell, and Theo winced, finally jolted out of his surprise.
"Rufus can stay, can't he?"
"Yes" Theo chuckled, getting up to help his wife up from the floor where she was holding another man's ankle "Yes, Rufus can stay. If he wants to." He looked up at him, one arm holding Didia, and extended his free hand. "Rufus?"
Now that the shoulder was back in place, Theo could turn his attention to the cut on Marius' leg. He'd have time to bandage everything once the bleeding had stopped. The gladiator handled the setting of his shoulder with bravery, and gave Theo a look of approval. Satisfied patients were always the good ones.
Theo undid the haphazard bandage on the leg, checking the cut that was still leaking blood.
"I will have to stitch this up" he noted immediately "And I am going to have to clean it first. But I think it will heal without an issue, gods willing." It was always important for gladiators to know they would be able to fight again. The cut had not gone so deep as to leave permanent damage to the muscles. "More wine?... Tell me about something while I work."
"I think the quiet night in might have been the joke, this being Saturn's season,"
Probably. Theo was not going to turn down any advances from his wife on any given night, but Saturnalia especially tended to get Roman women in the mood. And men.
"You're not really Greek. Y-you've been here years, you must know which one was a joke..."
"Don't let my parents hear that" Theo smirked. Didia was looking a bit tipsy by now. Gods, maybe the wine came out a little too barbarian. Her fingers played with the back of his neck, and his skin was covered in goosebumps.
"D-did you know Rufus l-liked me. He proper liked me..."
Theo arched an eyebrow, looking at his wife, trying to see if she was playing another joke. Then he looked up at Rufus, then back at Didia. An amused smile played on his lips. "Well, now I do. What shall I do with this information?"
Theo had unwatered wine put aside for times like this. Only barbarians drank unwatered wine... barbarians and injured people, and Marcus right now was both. He pilled a cup and handed it over, making sure Marcus could hold it well enough to drain its contents.
"I've had it done a few times. Quick and sudden, that's the trick. Just don't tell me when you do it."
"Wisdom comes with experience" Theo smirked, examining the shoulder to make sure he was going to apply leverage in the right place. "I'm going to have to take a look first..." he added, before he made a sudden movement, jolting the shoulder back into place. It made a displeasing popping sound, but it was studdenly in a much healthier angle. "There."
Of course he won. He seemed proud of it, too. Theo was new to the world of gladiators, but he recognized a proud warrior when he saw one. He assessed the injuries; it was a good sign that he had not been clonked on the head, and he could feel all his limbs just fine. He was not going to be grateful for the latter in a few moments, however.
"Very well then" he nodded, running his hands lightly over the injured arm. It was not a healthy color, even under the bruises around the shoulder. "I will need to pop your arm back into place first. This will probably not be pleasant. Do you want to drink some wine?"
"Marius. Right. Looks like it was quite the fight. Did you win?" Theo asked lightly as he lit another lantern for better light. Sunlight was still streaming in through the windows, but seeing better didn't hurt. Theo looked over the injuries he mentioned: the shoulder was definitely at an odd angle, so were the fingers, with dark bruises blooming over them. The cut on the leg was still oozing blood through the cloth they covered it with.
"Alright. Anything else? You're not leaking blood somewhere, are you? Feel all your limbs just fine? Did you get hit on the head?"
The first day at the ludus was wild. Theo had been a medicus for twenty-five years on the front lines, and had seen many injuries and treated many people, but gladiators... that was a whole different breed. A whole different thing. Less rush, for sure, and fewer patients to deal with on a give day. But also, gladiators had their pride and their expectations, and... they were commodities. Expensive people. Theo did not only have to make sure they survived. He also had to make sure they could fight again, and they that they were satisifed with the results. It was a job that paid a decent salary - but it was also a whole new world for the recently retired military healer.
Wiping his hands on a clean cloth, Theo entered the room where his next patient awaited. The man had just won a match, from what he heard, it had been one hell of a fight.
"Marius?" he ventured; he had barely been told more than just a name. He flashed the man a friendly smile, his Greek accent still obvious after so many years in the legions. "My name is Theodorus. You can call me Theo. Let's have a look at your injuries, shall we?"
Free and willing. Theo was somewhat surprised to not get smacked upside the head. The wine must have been working. Then again, it was Saturnalia. Romans did go more than a little crazy for this holiday.
"Willing to ruin things, huh Rufus? You are my husband and I love you. You are my friend and I love you. And let's not ruin anything hmm?"
"I'll drink to that" Theo noted, and he did. Hence, it was his turn to snort spiced whine up his nose at Didia's next comment.
"We were going to fuck. That the sort of thing you were looking for?... We were actually probably going to get an early night. It's awful being a grown up and I have to be at the stall tomorrow."
"Wait, which one of those was the joke? I need to know, for reasons" Theo looked at her, trying to look concerned. "You know what, Saturnalia still confuses my sensitive Greek self. You two need to educate me."
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Then, suddenly, it's over. His foe, some stupid name like 'Gaius' or something, opened his guard just a little too much, and Owyn leapt through it. Three heartbeats, and the man was on his back, gasping for breath, most of his throat torn out and an eye missing. Standing over him, you didn't really feel the pain at first. Owyn's shoulder was broken, or stretched, or torn. He could feel blood running down his leg from where the bastard had dug his gladius into his thigh - hence why he was limping - and most of his left arm was bruised and cut up.
Didn't really matter. He wasn't going to die. This fucker was.
The command came. Thumbs up. Get it over with.
An hour later, they had his lorica hamata off, and he was sat upon some high table in the hospitium. They'd gone to fetch some bloody medicus, a new one. He'd likely reset his shoulder, then stitch up his leg, then send him on his way. Owyn wasn't a pretty sight, dusty and bloody - they'd not even washed him off with water yet. His hair was cut short, his chin freshly shaved. All that lay across his back was the dark grey tunic.
He was in pain, now, but fuck you - he was used to it. Everytime he so much as twitched his right arm, lances of agony coursed through him. His leg was filthy, covered in gore. He had...part of the man's eye, under his fingernail. He couldn't move his right arm, so Owyn just sat there, trying to pick it out with his teeth.
The cheers and laughter echoed in the hallways of the insula, and outside on the streets. It was the most joyous of Roman celebrations, one that Theo truly learned to enjoy since his move to the City. Even though they were a small household, a mere apartment in the insula, he and his wife were happily preparing for their first Saturnalia together. They did not own slaves who could have turned the day around on them, but there were still sweets to eat, spiced wine to drink, games to play, and gifts to give. In the spirit of the festivities, Theo was trying to do his very best in preparing said sweets, with honey and flour and walnuts. A plate of fresh pomegranates stood on the table, one of them already opened and spilling ruby red seeds. As soon as Didia returned from running some errands, they would have the whole rest of the day to themselves. The games would not start until the following day, which gave the medicus leave from his usual work at the ludus.
When he head the door open, Theo glanced over his shoulder, grinning with a smear of flour on his face.
A week after A Little Help
Didia struggled with her load, her arm dragging down, weighed down with the basket overflowing with goods but covered with a square of linen to try and be discrete. Appius had walked with her, both for protection and just because he wanted to see the Ludus but he had strict instruction not to bother Theo or the Gladiators, and instead sit in the free seats and see if any training fights were happening whilst she unburdened herself. He had been confused and queried why she was trekking all the way to the Ludus after the stall closing time, just to deliver a gift to a man she barely knew. She had explained that Theo had treated her friend Lucia for a minor infection, and was delivering it on her behalf. Appius had only half-believed her, but had been too interested in going to the Ludus to put up any more of a fight.
As they entered the complex (after some slight begging to the guards at the entrance) Didia's eyes widened in surprise. She didn't know what she was expecting but the...mundane barrack-type rooms and slaves milling around was not what she was expected. She pulled one aside to quickly ask where the medicus' rooms were, and the training ground and after a firm word with Appius not to cause any trouble, she let him be led to where he could watch a fight or two, whilst she diverted to Theo's work area. She snuck in a corridor, down past rooms (bedrooms?) until she came to a heavy oak door. She kicked it with her foot three times and said, in an inflated accent, disguising her voice; "Delivery for the medicus!" Gods she hoped he wasn't in the middle of surgery.
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Didia stumbled up the stairs, breathless from her run all the way here and from the anxiety that just wouldn't settle. What if he'd followed her here? She hadn't stopped to look back once she was free of his grip and had just bolted as fast she could back home. Oh Gods above, what if he'd followed her? She couldn't go home, not in this state, not like this - with blood dripping down her neck from the first wound and staining her tunica from the second. She hurriedly climbed the final set of stairs, up past her own landing, to Theo's. She sometimes called on him at this hour - it was evening but she saw light from under his door and she steeled herself to knock. She felt panic rising again and glanced behind her as she desperately tried to smooth away her tears and right herself. It was to little avail though and realising she couldn't delay any longer, she knocked.
She must have looked a state; eyes wide with panic and tears, hair askew, a nice bruise and scratches blossoming on her shoulder blade from the force of his foot and the wall and the small cuts from the knife. She had no sense of how deep they were but they stung. The one on her neck throbbed now and the other, just above the band of her strophium was still dribbling blood - she could feel it - although she dared not look lest she be ill again. She knocked again, heart rate rising and thrumming in her blood. "Theo?" She called out, her voice hoarse, "Theo please answer the door!"
QUINTUS FLAVIUS THEODORUS
43 | 9 April 31 CE | Plebeian | Medicus (Ludus Magnus) | Bisexual | Original | David Tennant
Theodorus is friendly, curious, and talkative. He is eager to ask and eager to learn, and has no qualms about starting up conversations with complete strangers. He has an insatiable thirst for knowledge, and a keen interest in the workings of the human body. No issue is too small to marvel at, and no mystery, illness or ailment is too insignificant to present a challenge. Blessed with a scientific mind, Theodorus like to study his patients as much as cure them. He does have a friendly and easy-going disposition, which tends to put his patients at ease (unless they are annoyed by how much he talks, which tends to happen). He has a hard time adhering to strict rules and regulations, despite his time in the military, and has no talent for diplomacy, but he is honorable, and honest to a fault, which can be to his advantage (although it is a double edged sword sometimes).
There is also another, less often shown side to him: Despite his interest and enthusiasm for medicine, the suffering he has seen on the frontier has not passed him by. Sometimes he tends to get melancholy, and he is angered easily if he sees people needlessly hurt. He has no qualms about human bodies, but he does not handle the sight of unnecessary cruelty well. Also, despite his friendly and talkative nature, when a situation gets dire, he changes into his more serious, veteran medicus self, sets pleasantries aside, and he goes to great lengths to save a patient's life.
Theodorus is sinewy rather than muscular, and tall rather than bulky (5'7"). His hair is dark brown and cut short, and he tends to sport stubble more often than not (sometimes he can't afford a barber, and sometimes he simply forgets). His beard is starting to turn salt-and-pepper from its earlier dark color. He has brown eyes with wrinkles that signal both good humor and a lot of nighttime squinting over books. He tans easily under the Italian sun, and has a bright, friendly, occasionally quirky smile. He has slender hands and deft fingers, which is an advantage in his job. His face is especially expressive, and makes it hard for him to lie, or even feign emotions, even if it would be to his advantage. He also finds it difficult to sit or stand still, and he has a tendency to pace and gesticulate while thinking or talking. He usually wears simple tunics, cloaks of common colors when the weather requires, and broad-brimmed hats to protect him from sun and rain. He is most often seen carrying his bag stuffed with medical tools, supplies, and book scrolls.
Siblings: 3 younger sisters - Iokaste (41), Ligeia and Chryseis (39)
Extended family: None
31 CE - Theodoros is born in Corinth, in the province of Achaea. His father, Demetrios, is a physician in the local Aesclepeion. As the only male child, Theodoros is trained by his father from an easly age in the science of medicine. His mother is also well versed in the use of herbs and remedies, and supports local women with advice in medical matters. She works as a maia, a midwife.
33, 35 CE - Three daughters are born to Demetrios and Aglaea - the older is named Iokaste, the younger twins are named Ligeia and Chryseis. The household is noisy and happy. Theodoros loves his younger sisters, but the more he learns about medicine, the more he wishes to see more of the world, gather more knowledge and experience, and explore more ways of healing people.
47 CE - With his father's (hard-earned and much begged) blessing, once he is 16 years old, Theodoros joins the Roman army on the eastern front, and becomes a medicus-in-training attached to the Legio XII Fulminata. During the occasional skirmishes along the frontier, he gets his first chance to treat battle wounds. He is mentored by a veteran Ionian Greek medicus named Marinos. They mainly speak Greek, but Theodoros' Latin is improving.
52 CE - Revolts break out in the province of Achaea. Romans move potentially dangerous auxiliary units (those with a significant number of Greek soldiers that might sympathize with the rebels) away from the province. Theodoros is moved to the Rhine frontier, to Germania Superior, and serves as medicus to the Legio I Germanica. He has a hard time adjusting to the new scenery and the new languages, but his skills as a battlefield medicus are improving fast. Back home in Corinth, his family weathers the conflict in relative safety. Theodoros loses touch with them, except for the occasional (once a year, once in two years or so) letter.
62-63 CE - Tumultuous years along the Rhine frontier. The legions of Germania Superior play an active role in politics, and when the frontier weakens, the German tribes begin to see an opportunity. Theodoros faces the Luggi & Marcomanni invasion with the legion, and sees more bloodshed than he thought he would in a lifetime. The Roman legions are eventually victorious, and the frontier is strengthened again, but those two years leave a deep mark on Theodoros, who tends to mask the memories with a mix of dark humor and dedication to his vocation. He throws himself into studying medicine any way he can.
72 CE - After 25 years of service, Theodoros receives his military diploma, and with it his Roman citizenship. He takes the name Quintus Flavius Theodorus, in honor of the emperor. As per Augustus' orders almost a century ago, he also receives equestrian rank, and a piece of land... in the province of Pannonia. Theodorus (now using the Latinized form of his name) is dreaming of traveling to Rome to continue his studies of medicine, or maybe traveling Achaea and Egypt to learn more. Reluctantly, he travels to Pannonia instead to inspect his newly granted lands - and finds them little more than a field or rocks and thornbushes. The taste of equestrian citizenship sours in his mouth. He quickly finds a local buyer for his land, and sells it for a meager amount of money, that is only enough to get him to Rome and set him up in a small apartment for a few months. Since he cannot produce the minimum income required to maintain his equestrian rank, even though he is still a citizen, he slides back to the level of plebeians.
73 CE - Theodorus arrives in Rome and finds a place to rent in a building of apartments. Since he has no income and no connections, he looks for a job that fits his skills. He is eventually hired as a medicus at the Ludus Magnus, where he can put his battlefield experience, and his expertise with flesh wounds and broken bones to good use. After the initial distaste for the gladiator games, he realizes that there is a lot to learn, and that there is money in making sure the expensive slaves don't die of minor wounds. Eventually, he moves into a small room at the Ludus, and continues practicing as a medicus, with occasional forays to consult other physicians and healers around the city.
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