Who

K'vvan

What

K'vvan has a moment alone with the fellis drugged Sienna

When

It is evening of the twentieth day of the seventh month of the second Turn of the 12th Pass.

Where

Igen Infirmary

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.


The blood that dotted the center bowl has long since been covered over by blowing sand and the feet of many dragons. There is little enough to remind the weyr that a bronzerider and greenrider lay comatose in the infirmary. The sun sets leaving the desert weyr to slowly slip into the quieter moments of night, where the bustle of day calms and most activity ceases.

In the infirmary most of the healers have taken themselves away, leaving the area bound in stillness. Only the slight scratch of the healer on duty’s quill against hide breaks the silence of the night, their single glow just enough to illuminate the circle around them. Into this tableau K’vvan slips having only broken away from late evening sweeps to come right here. It isn’t his first night to stand watch over Sienna. He has been here every night since the healers carried her here.

The chair next to her bed is cast in darkness and K’vvan is little more than a shadow himself as he slides into it. No words to be spoken here as he looks. Only this morning the healers had told him that the worst had happened. With that cut left unclean and going ::between:: it had become infected despite their best efforts. Leaning forward K’vvan lays a hand across the sleeping woman’s forehead, feeling the heat coming off her body as it fought against the rising fever.

The hand rests there, K’vvan staring through the gloom at the faint outlines of Sienna’s face. It is here, alone, that the worry can fully settle in. What would he do if she succumed? If Kehemath took herself between forever? His lips twist as his head drops. Leaving off her forehead K’vvan’s hand falls to Sienna’s uninjured hand. More gently than most would assume him capable of, he takes it in both of his. Upwards the hand comes till he touches it gently to his lips.

“Sienna… damn it. If you….” It can’t happen. K’vvan cannot continue his thought and allows his whisper to fall off and plunge the area back into darkness. Head bowed K’vvan closes his eyes against the chaos of sorrow that seeing Sienna so injured brings into mind. It’s too easy to imagine the worst outcome, and so much harder to imagine the best. The healers had not been very optimistic about her making a full recovery any time soon…. provided she could kick the infection after all.

“Get better. Heal. We need you.” Gently the hand is placed back down, though K’vvan keeps it wrapped in his. No tears. “I need you Sienna. Nadeeth does. Just…. get better okay? You got this.” Silence wraps around the pair of greenriders again and lasts throughout the night till just before dawn when the greenrider slips out again. If the healers notice they have the good grace to not say anything but to allow the private greenrider his moments of solitude with his friend.

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