(((All right, let me see. Reviewing... reviewing...)))
(((As the medical team left, a single, grey-headed doctor remained at Atlas's side. "We've seen a lot of poisonings," he reassured Kelli, "He'll pull through this all right. Though, I can't say that I ever recall the champ being poisoned with Styx water after the match. Most unusual."
Another minute of casual conversation passed before Atlas stirred and openned his eyes. "Lie still," the doctor said, turning his attention from Kelli, "You were poisoned, but you should be through the worst of it now. Let me check you over."
"I'll be fine," Atlas said sitting up suddenly before the doctor shoved him back just as suddenly.
"You may not be if I cannot check you. You may be the champion of the tournament, but I know more about the body than you, and, if you will not honor my grey hairs, then I have other ways to make you cooperate."
Atlas frowned but allowed the doctor to check him. After a variety of questions and a number of numerous tasks, the doctor was satisfied. "For now," he added. "I'll be back tomorrow to check on your stiffness. It could just be the lactic acid in your muscles, or it could be the poison. We won't know until morning."
The doctor acknowledged everyone and left.
Atlas looked around at the others in the room before sitting up. He looked at the puncture on his arm, then said "What did I miss?")))
(((At least, that's how I wrote it before Drama beat me to it. I'm going to keep it for memories sake. I got to play Atlas for one brief glimspe. *sniff*)))