Who

Linny, R'lar

What

Backscene. R'lar rushes to see Linny in the Infirmary the morning after Threadfall.

When

It is morning of the seventeenth day of the eleventh month of the first turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Infirmary, Igen Weyr

OOC Date

 

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Infirmary

From the astringent smell of redwort, to the gleam of counter and cabinet, this place positively defines the concept of antiseptic cleanliness. Despite the yawning exit to the Dragonhealer Courtyard, the floors remain scrupulously swept of sand and particulate matter. Back behind the counter where the healers usually are, are shelves full of bottles and jars, as well as cupboards hiding away more delicate items that shouldn't be exposed to too much sand. Beyond the counter, there is the Desk, where patients are checked in and taken to one of the examination areas by a healer. The windows are usually kept open for the flow of air, but there is both shutters to shut out dust storms, and curtains for other occasions.


A small group of Healers stand around on the left side of Linny's cot, the bandage open on that scored hand as they look and examine the hand, low murmurings of words such as 'bad', 'hand loss', 'terrible'. The goldrider herself seems to be rather out of it, eyes fluttering shut and opening occasionally with her head turned to the other side, away from her hand, as she lays on her stomach, a bandage across the upper portion of her back. Fellis numbs the pain that those words bring her, not to mention the physical pain, all cried out about the damage done, at least for now.

Oh everyone in the Infirmary can probably hear R'lar coming from a distance. Outside Linny's room various panicked phrases can be heard. For example: "Where is she? How is she?" and "How bad is it?" Hurried footsteps grow louder as he approaches and moments later he's standing in the entrance. A young Journeyman attempts to prevent him from going any further and R'lar just glares at him. "Move." The growl is enough to intimidate the lad and the poor Healer steps to the side as Ry brushes past him, stepping toward Linny's cot as he does. When he finally sees Linny lying helpless on the cot, he's overcome with emotion. "Linny? … Can she hear me?"

Just as one of the Healers assessing her hand is about to speak, there's a quiet, weak voice— "Dad?" Linny forces her eyes to open, but they hardly get a chance to focus on him before they close again. "We'll give you some time," a Healer tells him as they wrap up her hand, and they head to a corner to discuss the plan of action for that badly damaged hand, making sure to keep their voices down now that he's there. Her right hand reaches out, obviously seeking him, but given that she can barely keep her eyes open with the fellis dose they have her on, it just flails, unable to find him. "Dad?"

Woe to the poor sap in his way because when Linny asks for him, he bolts to her side. Stepping over to the right side of the cot, R'lar crouches down so he can speak to her at a better level. A hand reaches over to touch hers and he just looks distraught, like his world just crashed down around him. "Linny." he whispers. "Baby girl, I'm here. Be still." Grasping her hand with both of his, Ry breathes a sigh of relief at signs of consciousness. "I tried to see you last night, but they said they needed the room sterile…"

Even if she can't open her eyes, Linny at least can talk, but her voice doesn't carry the fire and passion it usually does, words slurred worse than any time she's been drunk, too soft. "It's bad." In case he didn't get a look of the mangled mess that is her left hand before they wrapped it up. "They think I might lose it." Voice catches at those last words, eyes squeezed shut tightly as a few stray tears spill out down onto her cheeks. Brown eyes fight to open to look at him, but every time she seems to be winning the battle, eyelids fall again. "Dad, II don'tI can't—" Getting all worked up all over again at the thought of Thread taking her hand.

Somewhere within the central bowl Cojiroth floods R'lar with soothing thoughts and emotion. There isn't much on Pern that can upset him more than when his girls get sick or injured. A few tears start to well in his eyes and turns his head to wipe a few away on his shoulder. "No." he says a bit too sharply. With some help, he calms a bit before speaking in a softer tone, "No, you're not going to lose it." Does he know that for sure? "Just rest. Everything's going to be all right, just wait and see." His hand gently strokes the top of hers and he's silent for a moment. "Cojiroth knew when it happened. We couldn't get to you with the wind and Thread masses everywhere. It was everywhere, Linny."

"I know." Linny was there, and got scored not once, but twice. The back wouldn't have been a big deal, something she would have bandaged and went about the rest of her day. "It kept coming out of no where. I don't even know what happened." Aside from suddenly, her hand was on fire and she was screaming. The goldrider's body shudders with emotion, taking a few breaths to attempt to calm herself, because she knows if she gets too hysterical, the Healers will come with more fellis and then she'll be knocked out completely. But a corner of her mouth lifts as she gently squeezes his hand. "You shouldn't even be here now." Even if she knew him storming him here was definitely going to happen.

R'lar replays that horrible Threadfall over in his mind. It was with sheer dumb luck that he and Cojiroth did not get scored with the relentless wind and Thread pouring out of the sky. His nerves are still shot from yesterday and now they are even worse knowing Linny's true condition. "I stayed here last night. I wasn't in the same room as you, but I stayed out there." he says, jerking his chin toward the entrance way. One of the Healers recommended he change and wash the stench of firestone from himself, which he did very reluctantly. But, that was the only time he left the Infirmary. "I'll leave you to rest soon. If you need anything, just relay the message to Cojiroth and I'll be here as soon as I can."

It's obvious Linny doesn't like that idea, giving his hand more of a squeeze, though it's still not hard by any means, gently attempting to shake her head but the movement tugs on her back score, which gets a big wince and a gasp out of her. "Dad, I—I'm sorry." Even though it takes all of her strength, eyes flutter open, glancing around his face as she tries a little smile, but as she blinks, it keeps her eyes shut. "I don't want you to stay out of my life. I need you." Sure, she's doped up with fellis, but that probably is the first time, in her whole life, that she's admitted that she needs him in her life, showing a vunerable side to her usually tough exterior.

"Well, that's good to know because you're stuck with me." R'lar says with a chuckle and returns the gesture by squeezing her hand just a bit. "No matter how much I embarrass or irritate you, I will never be far away." And maybe now's not a good time to remind her that he'll always scrutinize and scare the shell out of her suitors, too. But, he'll bring that up when she's feeling better. Heh. "And I mean it, if you need anything or if you want to get moved back to your weyr, let me know." With the uncertainty of her hand's condition, he tries to sound upbeat about it. "You'll be out of here in a few days anyway. They just need to make sure you can fight off any infection. Then you'll be good to go." Or so he hopes.

"Shut up, dad," Linny murmurs, lips twisting into more of a typical smile from her. "I'll be here for a month, if not more. Did you see my hand?" Because it's disgusting, and there's no way they'd let her out of their sight in a few days. "Come and visit me as much as you can, okay?" Even if he missed out on her childhood, her voice there certainly sounds like a child's tone, not happy about being by herself in this infirmary with such a major injury. Especially when Healers stand next to her and talk about her injuries like she's not there. "Love you, daddy."

Shards, she called his bluff. Must be the meds are wearing off or busting his chops is just second nature to her. Either way, he grins at her quick wit. "All right, baby girl." And she can still be his baby girl, yes? Patting her hand, he gently lets her go and stands back up to full height. "I will come back later today to check on you. They're coming in with more fellis for you now." Sure enough, a few Healers approach the cot for yet another assessment and R'lar takes that as a sign to leave. "I will see you soon." Taking a few steps back, Ry lets the Healers do their thing and he slips out the door to let her rest.

Linny's not happy— she's never happy when they come to dose her with fellis, as much as it makes the pain in he hand bearable. It makes her brain feel all funky, and she can't stay awake, and that she doesn't like. Eyes are forced open she can look at him as he leaves, looking rather unhappy about that fact, too. But then she's left to the Healer's devices, taking her fellis dose like a good little girl, but this time, she can't fight the sleep that overcomes her, which is good, since she doesn't want to hear the Healers talk about how they are going to take her hand off, if it comes to that.

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