Who

Agertha, Doji, Lemia, R'mar

What

R'mar wakes up and is greeted by happy weyrmates.

When

It is early morning of the sixth day of the eighth month of the tenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Infirmary

OOC Date 05 Apr 2017 06:00

 

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"At least one of the three has some good sense"


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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.


Aubrin makes his final rounds of the night, checking on the various patients in the Infirmary. Glows are dimmed low, but the light outside is growing in intensity as Rukbat begins it's climb into the morning sky. As he approaches the comatose brownrider, he is surprised to see the Gold firelizard dozing. "Well, that's a first." he comments quietly as he moves close to double check the bandage around R'mar's head. Apparently, he spoke too soon and the fire lizard snaps open one eye and lifts her head, hissing and chittering angrily at the healer as his hands touch the bandage. "Oh it's fine Narcissa. I'm trying to make sure he's doing alright!" Aubrin snaps at the Gold, which doesn't make the situation any better. With a quick flap, she is airborne, swooping to defend her human. This instantly sends the other fire lizards in the Infirmary into a buzz, and two bronzes and a brown appear from between to help their queen defend R'mar. Aubrin backs away, but it appears that the commotion has done what he hoped wouldn't happen, as the other patients in the room begin stirring in the early morning light. "Narcissa, that's enough. I'm trying to sleep love." comes a labored voice from the cot Aubrin had tried approaching. Narcissa backwings quickly and returns to R'mar, landing on his chest and looking at him wide-eyed. Aubrin takes a caution step forward. "R'mar?" he asks carefully. The brownrider opens his eyes and looks around without moving for a moment, face to face with the little Gold who is almost on top of his face at that moment. With a shreik of what could only be called joy, she takes off immediately and blinks between.

Stubbornly refusing the use of a cane, Agertha is slowly walking towards the infirmary to have her ankle looked at before she heads out for drills. Against the advice of healers at that, "Shards what's all that noise?" she asks one of the early morning apprentices, who simply shakes his head and hurries away. Narcissa lands briefly on her shoulder to shriek, and tug before disappearing once more. She pauses to listen, the lack of concern from Kestrath sets her moving slowly, and carefully once more towards the infirmary.

Really, Lemia can be as bad as Narcissa when it comes to hovering over R'mar, so bad, that she'd been sedated and taken back to their weyr. It's hard fighting through the sedation when Narcissa blinks in from ::between::, making racket and disturbing the gold, green and blue lizards slumbering on the pillow next to her. Morwen, the gold, lifts her very young head to creel at the older queen. SHHHH! We're sleeping here! But, it's too late, one of Lemia's moss green eyes lifts to aim fuzzily at Narcissa, brain struggling to comprehend just why the gold is here wigging out.

Aubrin just shakes his head as the gold blinks out and he moves towards R'mar's side. "R'mar, it's good to see you awake. How are you feeling?" The brownrider squints his eyes to see the heaer in the dim light. "Honestly? I'm a bit confused. And I think I might have a headache." The healer frowns and moves to a nearby table, grabbing a glass from it and coming back to R'mar's side as he moves to sit up. "No no. Lie still. What exactly do you know?" he asks, pouring some fellis laced wine into the glass and offering it to R'mar's parched lips. The brownriderr sips and frowns. "I know that isn't High Reaches wine. Nor is it Benden. You'd think the infirmary would use something other than Igen White to dose into the fellis." The brownrider frowns and takes another sip before lying his head back down on the cot. "We were fighting Thread. I know that. But…" his voice trails as two bronzes land on his chest and cock their heads as they peer at R'mar curiously.

Narcissa berates the smaller queen quickly and quickly flies close to Lemia, pulling at the bedfurs to uncover the greenrider. Her eyes whirl with urgency as she squaks at her and takes flight again, blinking between. Around this moment, a bugle is heard from across the bowl. A brassy, jubilant bugle that could only come from Jerelloth. «He is awake! R'mar is awake!» comes the browns voice. He makes no effort to keep his thoughts quiet as in the dragonhealer's yard the sleepy brown struggles to get to his feet. Once in a somewhat standing position, and somewhat careful not to dislodge the bandages on his neck, the brown places his head near the too-small door to try and see his rider inside the Infirmary. «R'mar! I am glad you are awake!»

The relay of R'mar's being awake is sent via Kestrath. Agertha picks up her hobble so that she's walking almost normally, "Morning," is said brightly as Agertha approaches the cot that R'mar's on. If she's sure of one thing, it's that Lemia will be along soon as she can get awake enough to move.

A tall, red headed apprentice has been busy trying to rearrange a cabinet on the far side of the infirmary to make space for a stack of freshly laundered linens. The noise of Narcissa and the rest of the fair going over has Doji's head snapping around. Linen closet is abandoned for now and she hurries over to the elbow of the more senior healer. "Aubrin, what is it? Do you need any help?" She asks softly to try to avoid waking any patients that may have not been awakened by the scene the queen had been making.

Jerelloth's exclamation could not have come at a better time, because Lemia's sedated mind could not make out what Narcissa had wanted. Now however, the greenrider moves with the utmost speed to get out of bed and dressed. Even if her head feels like it's in the clouds and underwater at the same time. «You should rest more…you do not think clearly.» Comes Horith's silent plea, even though it is colored with joy of her own at R'mar's wakefulness. I can't Hor, I /need/ to see him. Stumbling, she makes her way to the ledge and up into her straps. She's soon dismounting outside the infirmary, stumbling slightly as she tries to move past Jerelloth's big brown head.

Aubrin turns and smiles at Doji. "Our guest has finally decided to wake up." A thud at the open door as Jerelloth tries his best to get inside after Lemia pushes past. «R'mar! I was worried. But they said they needed to take you in there. Why can't I come in there too?» R'mar smiles as he lifts his head and sees the brown through the door. "Jer, stop trying. You're too big." A smile to Agertha and then Lemia as she rushes in. "My loves. What happened?" A hand lifts to his head but is quickly caught by Aubrin. "Ah! Don't touch that my dear rider. Doji, would you mind grabbing some bandages? I think it's time we change these ones anyways." R'mar is repositioned into a slight sitting position with instructions to let the healers know if he feel light headed in the slightest. "Someone had better explain what happened. And get me something proper to drink soon." is all the brownrider says in reply.

"Thread happened, and lucky you lived," Agertha answers in as dry a tone as she can manage. Kestrath warbles a happy trill at Jerelloth, "I've drills, so I can't stay long or I'll be late," Agertha late? That is laughable.

Lemia sits down next to R'mar, sure to stay out of the way of the healers. She takes his hand, squeezing it gently as the fog of her sedative begins to creep back in. She eyes Agertha when she mentions drills. "Aren't you supposed to be resting?" SHe asks in a motherly like tone, an odd thing, coming from this rider. "You took a score to the head love…." Lemia responds to R'mar, worry lacing her words. "And Jer one to the neck."

The news that the injured rider instantly gets a large grin from the young apprentice as well. And a happy bounce or two in her spot. The dragon trying to get into the infirmary gets a look, but since he settles down quickly, Doji quickly shifts her attention back to Aubrin. She gives a nod at the order, spins around quickly and rushes off to fetch the bandages. And numbweed and redwort. Can never be too prepared. It doesn't take too long to get the supplies and she's back. Agertha's statement that she'll be leaving has the girl frowning and staring at that ankle. "If I recall correctly… you had an injury of your own. Have you allowed anyone to see to it?" It's not a yell, since other folks might be trying to sleep. But it's definitely loud enough for the entire crowd around R'mar's cot to hear.

A nod is given to Doji before Agertha answers Lemia, "Hovering in place is more work for Kestrath than for me. I've not missed drills yet," and she doesn't intend to start now. Not that she hasn't been told to stay off her foot, Agertha is infuriatingly stubborn. R'mar's given a sympathetic look, "Jerelloth'll be fine. You're going to be fine, and I'm going to be late."

The remark from Lemia gets a sharp look at the brown at the door. "He's hurt? I need to check on him." The healer presses gently against the brownrider's shoulder as he tries to stand. "Not going to happen I am afraid." R'mar starts to protest but is interrupted by Narcissa who appears and starts chittering angrily at R'mar this time. «I will be fine R'mar. They have been taking care of me» "Fine, but someone had better bring me that bottle of rum in the weyr. Daze, be a good little bronze now and go retrieve it for me." He leans back against the pillows and grips Lemia's hand tight. "Okay, the score to the head would explain the headache then. How bad is it?" He glances at Agertha. "And she is right my love. If you've been scor-" His words are twisted into a wince and sharp intake of breath as the bandages are peeled back from his own scoring.

"Today?" Doji doesn't seem convinced that Agertha has had someone actually look at it. She remembers someone running off to do more work before it could be properly bandaged the first time. "Aubrin, do you think some of the reasons we have such a hard time getting riders to listen to healers orders and not overextend themselves is because their /wingleaders/ might be setting bad examples?" The girl tries to keep her face completely neutral when she asks that question. It's innocent, really. And not pointed at a specific wingleader standing right in front of her. "Also… is it safe to mix extra alcohol with fellis?"

"The bandage is clean," ish, it's cleanish, Aubrin gives Agertha a pointed look, "Sit. Now," is stated, and Agertha does sit, "I'm going to be late to drills, so if we can get this don… No?" well darn, "Fine," she removes her boot then hooks a low stool over to prop her foot on, "I'm fine, R'mar," said to forestall any voiced concern from the brownrider on the cot.

Eyes narrow at the greenrider as the little bronze blinks back in, a large bottle held tightly in his front feet. Daze chirps and dips, beating his wings furiously as he tries to find somewhere to deposit his cargo, before he drops it promptly in R'mar's lap. "Ah that's a good boy. Thank you Daze." R'mar glances at Doji and shakes his head. "You wouldn't deny a dying man a final drink would you?" A gasp can be heard from Lemia as R'mar uncorks the bottle and raises it to his lips in one fluid motion.

Doji is not going to waste any time on getting the bandage changed on Agertha's ankle, and swoops over to get to work as soon as the boot is off. Good thing she brought plenty of supplies over. As she's removing the bandage, she glares up at the mention of being late to drills. "I thought wingleaders were the ones who set the time for drills? Can't you inform your riders that they will be delayed thirty minutes while you're in the infirmary? Or have one of your 'seconds start the drills? Because you'll miss more than the first part of a drill if you end up getting an infected wound because you wouldn't take a few minutes to change a bandage now and again." The arrival of the lizard and the rum shifts the apprentice's focus from one disruptive patient to the other. "I would deny a man a final drink if he wasn't dying before but the drink might have a bad effect with his medicine and /make/ him a dying man. Aubrin, just how safe is mixing rum with fellis?"

Agertha watches the process of changing the bandage as before she looks over to R'mar, "Careful with that stuff," then a firelizard pops in to chitter at her, "It sets a bad example to show up late to drills," and since she can walk, she sees no reason to not attend drills, "I don't have to go through the manuevers, just be there," and now she's late without the benefit of letting anyone know that she could be late ahead of time. Though if she stops to think about it, Agertha knows that her 'seconds probably doesn't expect her at drills.

Aubrin looks at the bottle of rum and chuckles. "I believe the old saying is, High Reaches rum makes for a quicker recovery?" R'mar smiles and raises the bottle quickly in Aubrin's consent, and takes a strong swallow. "Ah, much better than that swill you gave me earlier," he remarks softly. Aubrin finished with the bandage change and frowns. "So tell me please, just how bad is my score?" Aubrin turns and washes his hands in the redwort and frowns. "Well, you were unconcious for about a day and a half now. I can say you will be staying with us for at least another sevenday. " He takes a breath and his eyes seem to look through R'mar. "I'm afraid you lost most of your ear though."

Lemia can't bring herself to answer how bad his score is, she just ooks at R'mar with love and patience. Though her eyes might give away the fact that she's mourning the loss of all that beautiful hair, or more, she knows R'mar will mourn it. She eyes the bottle of rum and after R'mar takes a drink or two, she'll slyly take the bottle, a drink for herself, and then set the thing on the floor between her feet. No need to anger the healers, and he'll know better than to start a fight with her in public over it. He'l get the bottle back…..eventually.

The apprentice raises an eyebrow at Agertha's comment about bad example being late. "So if one of your riders cut their hand before drills, would you expect them to show up bleeding all over the place or have their dragon tell Kestrath what happened and that they'd be in the infirmary getting the problem taken care of and back as soon as they were able?" Doji is quickly cleaning the ankle score as she is lecturing. Multitasking is important. It doesn't take long before she's wrapping up the new bandage. "So you recommend giving High Reaches rum to every patient then?" Cause quicker recovery means less arguing, right?

Rebel pops in, chitters, and disappears again. Doji earns a sigh from Agertha, "I would expect them to not cut their hand in the first place," riding gloves being fairly heavy to start with, "Injuries are to be reported and taken care of, of course," is added, "A score that's hardly a scratch," said with a raised eyebrow, "should not keep anyone from their duties," a finger is held up, "Provided they keep the wound cared for," see? Agertha listens. She just isn't that great at taking the advice. Infuriatingly stubborn is how she's been described in the past.

Watching the healer and his weyrmate argue about the finer points of protocol and duty is amusing. So amusing in fact that R'mar hardly notices when the bottle is slipped out of his hand and tucked safely away. Aubrin does in fact notice, and gives Lemia a quick wink. "Now Doji, I'm not saying we get all our patients black out drunk to aid in their recovery. But when a request for a drink is made, we wouldn't be following our oath to deny them of a small pleasure." R'mar nods and starts to say something, but his stomach speaks instead. «You should eat. You need to eat. I will bring you a buck» This of course, gets another chuckle from the brownrider. "I don't need a buck my love. But a meatroll would be nice. How long did you say I was asleep? It feels like a week."

Lemia winks back at the healer before turning back to R'mar. "I can get you something to eat love, Meatrolls you said?" Lemia smiles, relief flooding her. If R'mar is awake and talking and wanting rum and food, well, she has high hopes for his recovery. And, if she can get away with it, will take the rum with her. She stands. "And you." Lemia points at Agertha. "Would do well to follow your own advice. You shouldn't be on that foot at all, let alone scaling up and down a dragon." Lem, who is normally quiet when it comes to confrontation, is taking no crap from her lovers just now. "Both of you need to heed your healers." She plants her hands on her hips and looks at Agertha once more. "Have you eaten anything today?"

"Very few people plan on being injured before they are." Doji gives an eyeroll as she finishes with the bandaging and begins piling her supplies back up. "But in the future, we're not going to have to force you to sit still long enough for a bandage change since you'll be a more frequent visitor for at least the next seven?" She looks to R'mar's cot and then back to Agertha. Aubrin's joke has the apprentice blushing. There's a reason apprentices don't get to dose patients without a senior healer giving the okay for the specific dose first. Some are enthusiastic. Lemia's statement gets a sigh of relief from this healer. "At least one of the three has some good sense," the girl mutters.

"Yes Mom," Agertha says, sarcasm heavy in every word, "And, yes. I have," she had finished a nice breakfast before heading to the infirmary to see how R'mar was doing, "I keep telling you, this isn't that bad," she's had worse after all, and the score she received on her lower back was a pain, "I stay put when I need to," she really does, but she's got her own idea of what warrents staying in bed, and what doesn't. Her ankle, at least in her mind, does not warrent staying on the ground.

Raising an eyebrow, R'mar snorts. "Lemia, you know how stubborn she can be. And you know she will always put duty first. As I should as well." He turns to Aubrin who looks at him sternly. "No, R'mar, you are /not/ to go out and check on your dragon. I assure you he has been well taken care of, and will continue to be. You can ask both of your mates here. I have yet to come by without seeing at least one of their greens doting over him. Except during drills of course." R'mar sighs and deftly reaches to take the rum bottle from Lemia's grasp for a quick swig before she runs away with it. Handing it back to her he leans back against the pillows once again. "Don't worry R'mar," Aubrin continues. "Now that you are awake, we will make sure to relocate you both to one of our ground weyrs."

Lemia rolls her eyes at comments about Agate. Yes. Yes she knows quite well just how stubborn her other weyrmate can be and well, she'll have none of it today. She waggles a stern finger at Agate. Yes. You Agertha. Lemia is on to you! A scowl of most epic-type motherly proportions lights Lemia's face and she aims it at R'mar when he mentions duties. "Don't you dare get out of that bed before they tell you to!" There's a bit of desperation in Lemia's voice, her anxiety heightening despite the sedative she's been force fed the last couple of days. She'd really thought they would lose R'mar there for a bit. The score was bad. She takes a swig of the rum and swallows with a grimace. "I'll check on Jer for you, and the healer is quite right, he's well looked after. You need to heal and rest or you won't be able to go out and do it again." After all, it's a rider's job. She glares one last time before spinning on her heels and leaving to take the rum away and get R'mar some food. She'll be back soon.

"Your only duty is to heal right now. And trust us, we'll be letting you see your dragon as soon as you can make the trip safely," Doji's adding in her two marks right along with Aubrin as soon as it looks like R'mar is beginning to think of getting out of bed. "And the dragonhealers know that you are in our care and they're making sure that he is getting the very best care as well." The apprentice seems to have no more words for Agertha. She looks content to leave that fight in Lemia's capable hands now.

As Lemia departs, R'mar watches her carefully. Eyes wide, he looks at Agertha. "Please tell me she hasn't been like this since Fall? If she has, I am sorry love." He frowns. "How bad is Jer's scoring? He tells me he is fine but I don't believe him. And you must stay Aggie. I need to know what has happened since Fall."

A chuckle is given as Lemia leaves to get R'mar something to eat, "Seriously, I'm fine. Why does she worry so much?" well maybe because Lemia cares? She'll listen to Kestrath relaying to the wing that she's grounded for the day. Agertha can almost hear cheering, well she can't, but it doesn't stop her from sighing in resignation.

A look passes between Aubrin and Doji now that both riders have had their wounds seen to and it looks like nobody is in danger of doing themselves immediate harm through overexertion. Quickly and silently, the apprentice gathers up what's left of the supplies she had brought and the two healers make their way back to their previous duties and give the mates what little privacy the somewhat crowded infirmary can offer.

A stern look is given to R'mar before Agertha says firmly, "No more scaring her silly like that," not that either of them can really help being Threadscored, "I should at least get back to the weyr and get the paperwork done. You stay put," Agertha says as she stands, and leans over to give R'mar a quick kiss, "Tell Lem I'm just at the weyr, and doing hidework."

Returning the kiss, and giving Agertha a nod, R'mar smiles. "And please, stay off the foot love. Won't do anyone any good to have the condition worsen. I'll make sure she knows. And you know as well as I do her friends will check on you as well."

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