Who

Ravene

What

Where Ravene cold cocks a visiting healer, and is fortunate not to be tossed in the brig. (back dated to before Infirmary Visit)

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

 



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.


It's early morning and Ravene's headed in to the infirmary. E'bert's in there, he's been hurt badly and she's determined to see her boy. So it comes as a bit of a surprise when her progress is blocked. The baker glares up at the healer, “I will see E'bert,” she states firmly, the basket that is something everyone is accustomed to seeing her with is absent.

Sesar gives the slender woman a bland look. Clearly unimpressed by her declaration, “I'm sorry, but you won't. He's been badly injured and he can't be disturbed,” greasy hair, in spite of being washed daily, is pulled back in a neat runner's tail, “You'll have to wait until he's awake, which we can't say when that will be,” he turns to go back to his duties after finishing speaking.

Ravene, irritated by the healer's words grabs his arm and spins him back round to face her, “E'bert is my son!” hissed at the man who gives her a once over before he starts to laugh, “And I will see him,” her voice is still tight, low, and barely contained.

“I'm sorry? He's your son? I hardly think that's possible,” Sesar answers, still laughing. He's got work to do thank you very much, “So unless you're family, you can't come in here,” and that is that. At least that's what Sesar has decided in his mind. Having dismissed the irritating woman with her silly demands, the healer is now free to go about his duties. Likely what happens next would not have happened had his voice not been so condescending.

Which Ravene does not intend to allow. He may have dismissed her, but the baker's not finished. Once more she reaches out and grabs his arm. This time when he turns around, there's a fist headed for his face. It lands solidly, and the man crumples. Ravene shakes her hand while glaring at him, “I. Will. See. My. Son,” is stated flatly, her voice no longer as controlled, takes a slightly shrill tone as she steps over Sesar. Is he unconscious? She doesn't care. Will she go to the brig? Again, Ravene just doesn't care. All that matters to her is that she gets to sit with her son for a bit.

Healers rush to check on Sesar, Ravene is left alone. Someone probably should have told the older man that Ravene was E'bert's foster mother. Who knew he'd have taken the 'no visitors except for family' thing so literal?

Add a New Comment