| Who | |
| What |
Where Erikkhan gets tended by E'bert who also needs medical help immediately after the dust up at the Weyr Meeting. Language/Mild bloodiness |
| When |
It is evening of the tenth day of the fourth month of the third turn of the 12th pass. |
| Where |
Infirmary |
| OOC Date | 09 Nov 2014 05:00 |
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.
E'bert barks at the healers in the infirmary, "Need some help here!" a hand is batted away from his nose. That will keep, Erikkhan on the other hand is a bit more serious, "Damn it, not me!" which gets the harper helped to a cot.
Erikkhan is managing to help E'bert shuffle him along, but just barely. Blood seeps through his shirt and hand and drips onto the floor.
Being the senior most apprentice in the room, E'bert is quickly going over what he's learned so far. Assess the wound. To do this the shirt has to be removed, and given that it's already cut and stained he simply cuts it the rest of the way off. Mental note to purchase a new shirt to replace it is made even as he's next slathering first redwort, and then numbweed on to the wound. Blood sponged up as needed so he can get a better look at the cut. A sigh of relief, and he looks up at one of the other apprentices, "I need sutures, and a needle," when she hesitates he snaps, "Now!" which sends her to the correct drawer for each item. E'bert looks again at the wound, "Hmm. Doesn't look too bad. Deep, but nothing major has been hit by the blade," he's talking to himself, and leaning mentally into his dragon's eerie calm.
Erikkhan groans. "Sure feels like death…." He grumbles as he tries to blink the stars from his eyes. The soothing balm of numbweed is a welcome one and Erikk can breathe a little easier now. He tries to focus on what's going on but his mind seems set on blacking out. He fights it though.
E'bert gives the harper another look before a nod is given, and he turns to mix a light dose of fellis. The condition that Erikkhan is in, a light dose will be enough to knock the man out for a few hours, "Drink this," he says as he holds a cup of fellis laced redfruit juice to the harper's lips. Once that has been handled he turns back to the sutures. One, two, five sutures later and he's finally allowing himself to be tended to. Once his nose is taped (nothing to be done for the eye), he's checking his work to make sure the sutures aren't too tight. The flesh isn't being pulled, or that he's not missed anything else.
Well, the juice is a nice refreshment…and then the fight can be fought no more. Erikk slips into a deep sleep, hastened by the loss of blood and adrenaline. His face even regains some color.
E'bert steps aside as a journeyman steps up to double check E'bert's work. Then to double check the work of the apprentice that taped his nose back into place, "Well competently done, both of you," which given the journeyman's known penchant for lack of praise is high praise, "Keep him still, and make sure those bandages get changed every hour until the seepage stops," both E'bert and the girl that taped his nose nod acceptance.
It is not likely that Erikk will move at all while in his 'coma'. A few names are mumbled in his sleep. "Lina, Kan, Ettie. .." Other than that, he's silent and still. A good start to recovery for sure. It'll be hard to keep Erikk down once he's awake though, the healers will have a handful for sure.
E'bert is shoo'd to a cot, "If you're going to stay, you need rest," is said firmly by the journeyman. A statement that E'bert correctly interprets as, 'you're no good to anyone when you need rest too'. His first knife wound, and he didn't do a bad job of it, "I'll let Lina know," he says to Erikk, not sure if the other man can really hear him or not?