Who

A'lira, Xh'chil

What

Xh'chil and Hildreth learn the consequences of ignoring a stress injury; A'lira and others put them back together again after Hildreth breaks a bone in his wing.

Well, it's bloody.

When
Where

Dragonhealer's Yard, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 10 Oct 2017 05:00

 


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Dragnhealer Yard

Painfully elegant, a stubborn brand of cleanliness is retained in the gentle colors of faded murals and various curtains hung from the rusted metal poles meant to shelter injured dragons on spacious couches lining the permanently soot-stained limestone walls. Of a dusty no-color somewhere between brown and gold, the floor extends onward, fading beneath ragged cabinets built to withstand anything from lashing draconic tails to various medicinal spills.


It was a freak accident, really; Hildreth's wing had been painful during activity for the past week, only easing while at rest. Localised swelling had gone unreported, as Xh'chil himself had come down with the severe cold going about. Today, though, Hildreth was hungry, and insistent on killing himself a meal. So, with Xh'chil in slightly queasy attendance aboard his neck, he made to launch himself skyward — and that all-important downstroke, the main sailbone cracked, sending Hildreth crumpling to the ground with a hideous shriek. Xh'chil, who hadn't been strapped in, was spilled from his neck and met with the ground with a bone-crushing thud. He was knocked for a loop, but remained conscious enough to keep his dragon on the ground with him, rather than attempting to leap skyward again. Immediately, they were converged upon, the dragon supported by others as his wing was immediately seen to by healers, A'lira among them. Washed with redwort, they got a good look at the injury, and looked to each other, wincing internally for the depth of the fracture.

The left wing was utterly shattered, bits of bone forced through hide; the hulking frame still, mindscape gone dark as the dragon moaned incoherently in pain. Xh’chil was speaking softly against his dragon's cheek, his small body looking smaller still against his dragon's head, fingers stroking the creature's head soothingly. He's ignoring the healers working on the dragon's wing as best he can; he knows he needs to concentrate on keeping the dragon from panicking. Meanwhile, numbweed is liberally sprayed over the wing before the healers get to work, forcing the bone back into place. It was a grisly job, but made quick by the hefty strength of A'lira and Korala, the two largest men on the scene. Finally, it was done, and stitched and bandaged. The prognosis wasn't good, but still, they worked on him for hours, putting him back together. Still, the dragon may never fly in the face of Thread again. It would be months before they knew for certain. Once done, and the dragon properly asleep, they turned to Xh'chil and attended his injuries: three broken ribs, a broken collarbone, and broken arm. He, too, was asleep now, looking impossibly tiny in the large cot they installed him in. Between his illness and the injuries they both shared, it would be months before the pair was in any condition to consider normal duties.

“Well, we’ll see. We'll see…”

Now, it was in the hands of the Healers.

They would see.

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