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Author Topic: Try and Try Again [ 01.07.2590, 12 PM ] Healer Hall, after the Hatching  (Read 478 times)

Offline Saviavi

Today was the first day that Saviavi felt fully coherent. Her pain was less now and she had asked to be weaned off of the fellis and other painkillers, not enjoying how heavy they made her head feel nor the threat of addiction. The healers had warned her that once she started therapy she might need something to help, but the girl was determined against it. Yes, it hurt, but it was nothing compared to the mental anguish.

No one had wanted to tell her of Dart’s death but almost immediately, as soon as she woke, she knew. There was an absence in her heart that she couldn’t shake, no matter how hard she tried. Saviavi had spent much of the last day and a half crying, something she couldn’t remember ever doing before. She wasn’t a pretty crier, either. Her face was a blotchy, red mess and the skin around her eyes swollen with salt.
 
Her three remaining firelizards had all arranged themselves quite near her and had refused to leave. When the drugs had made her too nauseous to eat, she gave them her share and then realizing they likely weren’t eating at all besides what was offered, she requested their meals be brought in, too. That was the one blessing about the Healer Hall, the food was particularly filling and hearty to better strengthen the sick. Sure, the flavor was pretty bland, but the stews were packed with protein and carbohydrate enriched bread accompanied every meal.
 
Someone, she guessed Sionann, had brought her needlework in. Savi had been told it’d be a while before she could try walking and that her muscles might even need to re-learn it. She was therefore grateful that she could at least keep her hands busy, when she wasn’t too occupied with being miserable.
 
With noon arriving with a bell toll, she set her work aside. Today’s menu was a porridge with bits of sweet fruit added in, and of course generous slices of bread to mop it all up with. She wasn’t just looking forward to the food, though, she knew today there’d be visitors. The majority of the injured had been stabilized and, like herself, were aware and awake enough to interact without risk of stress or strain. She did her best to dry her face and look bright and cheery, but her roommates in this ward would’ve seen Savi at her worst.
 
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Isa woke it took the healers time to set her arm to it was in a sling and Lil was beside her as was Lazy. She looked at them and smiled then looked over at Savi she could tell her friend was sad and knew it would take time to get over the loss of the flit. She could do nothing though with a broken arm and the other in bandages. She wondered if she would be able to stand at the next hatching. She was scared she would not be able to and it took Lil to comfort her. She reached over with her good hand and scratched the gold then looked at her brown and shook her head he needed oiled again. Looking around she tried to reach for a jar of Oil only to almost fall out of the cot she was on.

The Healer that was in the room saw her and shook his head. "You know you can ask me to get that for you Isa I would. You are not to move the broken arm but you can move everything else and the young brown does need to be oiled it would seem." Isa smiled at the healer and looked down. "Thank you sir and I am sorry. I just wanted to do it myself and not ask. Thanks for the help. Lazy is still so young and he itchs a lot. I wonder if this is how a Dragon is sometimes. Though he sleeps more than what I would think a Dragon would do." Lazy just looked at her as she oiled his skin and then he fell asleep beside her on the bed.

Lil looked at Isa and cocked her head to the side she looked at Isa. "Oh Lil your my Girl and Lazy is just Lazy you keep him in line okay. We will not get anymore I just happened to be there when he was hatched. I know you wanted to be my only one till we get a Dragon but don't worry you have my heart sweetheart." Lil thrilled at this as she heard this and nuzzled Isa before calming down and cuddling into her lap.

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Ysveta tried not to complain, she really, really did, but the endless lying there, not being able to move, being prodded and poked like she was a piece of meat, and then left to lie there again without any word of when she would be better, when she would be allowed to move again. It was perhaps even more torturous than the actual pain she experience.

Luckily that had lessened, there were healers around constantly reapplying numbweed, and filling her up with fellis juice. The numbweed couldn't be helped, her deeper injuries needed the constant application of the stuff, but the fellis juice Ysveta had been trying to avoid. She hated the way it made her brain fuzzy, and forced her to sleep even when she didn't want to. Everytime a healer had offered her a drink, she had sniffed it carefully before taking a sip, and by now, the pain was so constant, that it was simply bearable. Ysveta had just... gotten used to the constant sharp throbbing from the puncture wounds and so, was fine without the help of fellis at least.

She didn't want to just lie here anymore. A couple of days ago, she had been graduated to lying on her back, with thick bandages keeping the skin of her hips and shoulder perfectly in place. Walking had apparently not been allowed as part of her healing process, no matter how embarrassing that process was.

It had been Saviavi's crying that had really gotten to her, a strong, confident woman, injured by the dragons she so wished for, and losing a firelizard at the same time. The bond being severed when she was at her worst. Ysveta felt for her, but she couldn't understand, she didn't have a firelizard, she hadn't impressed, and she fully intended to get back out on the sands as soon as she was able.

Looking across at the girl as she slowly brought her spoon to her mouth, wincing at little as it pulled on the stitched gash across her cheek, it would be a beautiful wound, large, long, but not too deep, just shallow enough that her smile would be mostly saved, even if the subsequent scar made it a bit more lopsided than before. "The healers said we were well enough for as many visitors as we want today, yes?" Before now, only the parents, and closest companions had been allowed in, only one or two at a time, and only a couple a day, nothing too strenuous.

Ysveta was obtained posterior back and hip injuries on the 34.06, she will be allowed to start moving and physical therapy on 19.07, and will be out of the healer hall 20.08, and fully recovered by 15.10, late, due to complications with healing. Her cheek will have a scar from jaw to hairline across her left cheek.

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O’sir felt like he’d spent more time in the Healer Hall since the last Hatching than out of it. While he hadn’t been injured himself, so many of the Candidates had. Not being a Healer himself, he’d just felt… helpless, more than anything. And since he wasn’t a relative or loved one, there was a limit to how much interaction he would get with any of them at a time. What little time he had gotten with any of them had consisted of little more than a few minutes.

But he’d persisted in showing up even so, conferring with the Healers multiple times a day to see how they were doing. Most had only been relatively minorly injured, and hadn’t been kept in the Healer Hall for any great length of time. But there were certainly those who’d been more seriously wounded, and some that would be under Healer supervision for months to come. O’sir had no way of knowing if any of them would even stay Candidates at all. Normally, he was quietly of the opinion that those who couldn’t deal with the danger of even a Hatching were better off not continuing to try to Impress. But after something like that… even he wouldn’t blame them if there were some that resigned their Candidacy, afraid to go back out on the Sands when there were dragons being born on Pern that no one could predict.

Not that it was a topic he’d brought up with any of them himself. It was a decision that they would have to make for themselves, and the Candidate Master wouldn’t sway them one way or another unless they asked his genuine opinion. Their teacher he might be, but that wasn’t his place. Barring aging out or disciplinary rejection, it wasn’t his call to make whether they remained Candidates.

Either way, the tenseness in him diminished the smallest amount as the Healers confirmed that they were all mending well. Slowly, maybe, considering how badly some of them had suffered at the Hatching, but as yet there weren’t any complications. And they were even going to allow more visitors, and more regular ones that weren’t linked by blood or marriage or weyrmateship.

So he’d shown up a bit before lunch started, in order to talk with the Healers before seeing any of them. Previously, much of it had been muddled by doses of fellis and other analgesics or soporifics to combat pain and restlessness. Now they would be a bit more aware, a big more cognizant. And aiming for lunch time was a good window, since he knew then he'd not be disturbing them at rest or sleep.

Maybe time for some difficult conversations, if they were driven to have them. But O’sir himself would just be happy to see them healing.

Stepping away from the Journeymen he’d been quietly talking with, he then approached the area of the Hall where the injured Candidates were recuperating, inclining his head to them. “Afternoon. How are you all feeling?” Voice soft, but it was a genuine question. He had faith in the Healers, but if there was anything else he could do for them, he would.

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Oarlen was probably one of the more mobile of the heavily wounded candidates. Ysveta had only recently been able to lie on her back and could look around, and Savi’s heart was about as torn up as her legs. Isalia was perhaps the most fortunate, though how damaged her arms were, he hadn’t a clue. His mother was the healer, and he’d never cared much for learning the terminology… So the healer’s checking on them each day were just talking jibberish as far as he was concerned.

Despite being a little bit more mobile, his puncture wounds hadn’t yet been stitched closed, a poultice being packed into each one and wrapped tightly in place with a bandage to reduce the chance of infection. The comparatively shallow scratches on his legs had not needed as much attention, but as is the way with shallow wounds, they tended to hurt more consistently than the ones in his shoulders, trumped only by the sting of burns where his arms had hit the sand.

He could sit up so long as he ignored the pain caused by motion, and the healer’s had been wonderful in supplying him plenty of pillows so he wasn’t slumping… Beyond that though, he was pretty useless. They’d have to close up the claw marks, and then ensure they’re healing before he was allowed to do more than wiggle his arms around from the elbow down. For a boy who would much rather be mucking out stalls or just running about the place, being forced to stay put and keep movement to a minimum was absolute torture. He could literally twiddle his thumbs in his lap and wiggle his feet. Anything more was deemed “too arduous a task for a healing boy”.

His mother, when she visited, had filled him in on what had happened after he was taken to the healer’s pavilion. She did not mince words, though perhaps it would have been kinder to. His world view had been shattered by the death of a candidate he’d known so well. To be told that two more had died – one by Kalestath herself, a flitter, and one of the new weyrlings was almost too much for him to take in. His inability to move (much), to comfort the others who lay in the cots beside him, or reassure them that things were, in fact, perfectly OK weighed heavy in his own heart. He wasn’t nearly as chirpy… The room in its entirety was weighed down by this grief that he couldn’t just, push aside. This was not the place for chatter, even if he could find the strength to do so.

The silver lining was that Freckles, Sweets and Canopy were being looked after. In lieu of his ability to look after them, they had gone to Cabryn, the three of them spending the time they weren’t curled up on the bed with him being tended to by his roommate. They were always oiled, and though their bond was laced with the concern for he himself, there was still some happiness to it that gave him some semblance of joy. Knowing Cabryn was well, and Colvin too, when he managed to get Canopy to look for the other candidate, definitely helped lift his spirits, though it was nothing on what he felt when the noon bell tolled.

Freckles and sweets were curled up with one another at Oarlen’s feet – since Sweets wasn’t allowed to cling to his chest at the moment and Freckles couldn’t perch on his arm as he usually did, their body’s thrumming softly where they touched his legs. Canopy took the higher road, as per usual, finding a spot on the wall above him where she could cling and keep an eye on the persons in the room.

He was sitting up already, neck stiff as he worked hard not to glance around when Ysveta spoke, but a trace of his usual grin spread across his face at her words. “As many as we want. Yeah. That’s what they said.” He spoke softly, as if worrying that any louder would result in the privilege being revoked. His mother and sister were all fine and dandy but there were so many others he’d like to see too.

In his excitement, the lunch the healer’s had provided remained untouched on the table next to him, eager, instead for the first of their visitors.

He shouldn’t have been surprised that it was O’sir who arrived first, and with a quick glance to either side of him – an unspoken question as to whether they may want to speak first he answered, some semblance of his usual cheerfulness in his tone, despite the whispered way in which he delivered it. “They’re stitching me up soon… Then I can start movin’ a little more.”

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Isa looked up to see O'sir walk in and smiled to him. She waited as Oarlen spoke first and noted the young man. She worried about him but had not said a thing though she worried about all of them. It was her nature to worry about others. She had seen her dads and both had been concerned about her but she had told them both that under no circumstances was she not going quit. She was a Candidate and she was going to be a rider someday.

They had nodded and her biological dad had told her he was proud of her. He also had noted that the red had rebroke her arm she had broken when she was only 5 turns old so it was almost 10 turns to the day it had been broken before. When he mentioned that fact she had to laugh and the healer that had heard that had wondered how she had broken it the first time and her dad told them about her falling from a tree and breaking it.

When she looked she smiled at everyone. "I am okay O'sir. Sore but okay. I can not use my arm for a good long while till it heals but I want to see the next clutching if the Healers will let me." She wanted out of here as soon as she could get out and that was true. Yes she would not be moving her arm for a long time but she wanted to see the eggs of the two other queens when they clutched.

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As many as we want, Ysveta thought dryly, well that was a relative term wasn't it? What if Oarlen was happy enough to go nattering on to every one that walked through those doors? Faranth knew that he had a mouth on him. Not that she was really complaining, he was nice, fun to be around, and didn't seemed to judge anyone too harshly for their misgivings.

He was friends with Colvin after all.

When O'sir arrived, Ysveta was unsurprised, they were in his care, and she didn't begrudge him the need to come see that they were well or at least healing. Consuming the last of her food, and waiting for Oarlen and Isalia to speak their turns, Ysveta couldn't help but admit how she was truly feeling, after she

"Bored. I can not wait until I am actually allowed out of this bed." What she really wished for was a nice lovely stack of paper, or hide, or anything that she could work on to give her a complete composition. Not just one that she had to scrub out at the end of every day.

But that was not to be, even though she was stuck in here for the forseeable future, she was still a candidate, and candidates were not allowed paper. And so she shoved that thought back down inside her.

Ysveta was obtained posterior back and hip injuries on the 34.06, she will be allowed to start moving and physical therapy on 19.07, and will be out of the healer hall 20.08, and fully recovered by 15.10, late, due to complications with healing. Her cheek will have a scar from jaw to hairline across her left cheek.

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Cole had gotten off relatively easy. The little red who’d sliced open the back of his leg had been kind about it. Clean cut and only moderately deep. He, himself, had probably done more damage by ignoring O’sir’s command to get to a Healer and by standing on it for as long as the rest of the Hatching had taken. But eventually he had seen a healer. And they’d cleaned the wound and stitched it up. It wasn’t in the most easy of places to have stitches, every time he took a step, the bend of his knee tugged and pulled at the wound. He liked the constant reminder though.

As it were, he was happy not to have been one of the ones stuck in the Healer Hall. He couldn’t take another sevenday laid up like he had been after Kalestath’s flight.

But many of his fellow Candidates were here for the long run. And Cole made a point of coming to bug them whenever he came in to have his bandages changed and the stitches looked at. He used them to keep his mind off the fellis so close by whenever he was here. These first thirty six to forty eight hour, the Healer’s wanted him here at least twice a day to keep an eye on infection since he’d left the wound untended to for so long. After they were sure he wasn’t going to go rotten on them they’d likely shoo him off only to be seen a few times a sevenday for the next two sevenday until the stitches were removed.

He limped in a little bit after the Candidate Master. “Goooooddddd afternoon everyone!” As he went to move around one of the Healer apprentices near Yvesta, he hooked an arm around her waist and twirl her theatrically. “Who’s ready to unwrap the present that is me?” He teased.

As he he spun the poor girl, he slipped something into Ysveta’s bed. It was a small tablet sized piece of pottery and a thin stick of chalk. Cole had been bored out of his skull when M’kale had put him in here for so long. He’d had Daysa to keep him company. Daysa had promised to try to bring him paper to write music on back then. But finding any was nearly impossible. Still was. So this would have to do.

One of the kitchen workers had been chatting with Vi, somehow the topic came up that you could use eggshells to make chalk. Vi passed that information--and some scrap wherry eggshells over to Cole. The clay tablet shard had probably been a plate or larger bowl or something at one point in time. It was also likely a gift from his sister from the kitchens. It wasn’t paper. And it wasn’t permanent. But Cole had written out a few random notes in different places on it. Ysveta could choose to play his little “madlibs” game and fill in the blanks as she wanted to create a song. She could erase his work completely and do her own. Or she could very well ignore it and toss the thing away.

It seemed like Cole didn’t care since he didn’t acknowledge it or her as he flirted with the apprentice, who’d gotten her bearings and was smacking away his hands and leading him to a cot to be treated. He stopped following her when he caught sight of Oarlen and his head tilting as if he didn’t recognize the kid.

“You look,” he glanced over Oarlen’s small frame on the cot, unmarred by the usual firelizard coat he normally wore. “Less colorful.” Oarlen also looked smaller, more fragile. He made a mental note to encourage Vic to join in on the living flit wardrobe the kid seemed to enjoy. Speaking of Vic, he reached into a pocket a pulled out a very squished bag. “Here, Vic says hi.” The bag held an equally squished pie. Probably not standard fare for the Healer Hall but Cole had managed to swipe one in his sweep of the lunch crowd before heading here.

He blew a kiss at Savi and a wink and a bow toward Isalia before he paused at the cot he was to wait at. “So should I drop my pants here or?...” The apprentice didn’t look overly amused and simply pointed for him to lay down. Cole chuckled but finally moved onto the cot, belly down to wait to be looked at.

He laid his arms on the bed and propped his chin on them and looked to the Candidate Master, ignoring the throbbing in his leg that came from his overzealous, whirlwind entrance. The man looked entirely too comfortable here. He’d done this too many times before and probably not with just Candidates.

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No matter how many times he visited sick or injured Candidates in the Healer Hall, O’sir could never quite shake the yearning wish for more that he could do. They were his responsibility, and though he tried to do his best by them, he simply couldn’t do everything. Some things had to be left to others, like actually tending to their wounds. Seeing any of them laid out like this tugged at his emotions in uncomfortable ways—and particularly ones as young as Oarlen, and under the circumstances that had landed them here in the first place.

“You look better,” he said, smiling faintly at Oarlen. And truthfully, the boy did, though he’d still have quite a bit of healing left to do even after the Healers had stitched his wounds closed. “And getting to move some will be good for you. Just don’t over do it.” It wasn’t meant as a reprimand, as softly as it was said. Surely the Healers would make sure their patients didn’t do further damage to themselves, but, well… O’sir was going to worry regardless.

His gaze swiveled to Isalia then when she spoke, and the Candidate Master nodded. “If they think you’re ready when the time comes, then I have no reason to prevent you. But please, don’t feel rushed. We have several weeks left before Oriath will be ready to lay her eggs. Give yourself time to heal.”

Since it was Isalia’s arm that was injured, in all likelihood it would be cast and in a sling for quite a while, but she’d be able to leave the Hall sooner than some of the others.

Ysveta’s situation was more complicated. Running a hand through his hair, O’sir mused a moment before speaking again. “That’s understandable. I can speak to the Harpers and other Halls to see if there’s any minor work you can do from here, if you like.” He studied her seriously. “So long as you still get enough rest. But there may be a way to help with the boredom some.” Keeping their minds healthy as important too, and he couldn’t imagine that going stir crazy in the Healer Hall would be good for any of his students or their morale.

The conversation, such as it was, was interrupted by Colvin’s arrival, flitting among the others as one of the apprentices endeavored to shoo him off to one side. Though silent, the Candidate Master didn’t begrudge him the brief snatches of conversation—particularly with Oarlen since he knew that the boy had a fondness for the older Candidate.

Once the apprentice had successfully drawn Colvin away, though, O’sir dragged a stool over to the row of beds so that he could sit with them, and turned to Saviavi. “And you?” She’d been quiet as yet, and the question was meant to be gentle but prompting.

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She wasn’t expecting too much out of the visitors today. Of her family, only her brother Finnen had made an appearance and it had been quick- he didn’t like being in sick wards and Saviavi didn’t blame him and encouraged him to leave. He was healthy and whole, he had better things to care about. Her roommates hadn’t come either, beyond Sionann dropping off her needlework. They weren’t family and Savi had asked that they not be allowed to stay. Darling Calladren had tried his best to see her but he was even lower on the list of who was allowed in. So at Ysveta’s comment she could only nod her head in acknowledgement, but was unable to add any enthusiasm.

Right on the hour the first healers filed in and made sure everyone was comfortable, shortly followed by O’sir. Savi shouldn’t have been surprised, but somehow seeing their candidate master there instilled some comfort in her. In her self loathing she had blamed the entire tragedy that was the hatching on herself, thinking that somehow if she’d acted better or paid more attention in her lessons it could have all been avoided. O’sir didn’t look angry, though, not the picture of someone who had been disobeyed so severely. Mulling over her thoughts, she didn’t immediately respond to him and was more than happy to let the room speak up.

Colvin’s entrance even went largely unnoticed. She’d either grown too accustomed to his loud voice or was simply that lost in her own mind to care. Maybe it signalled a change, finally, from the boy-crazy girl that cared more about her looks and what everyone thought of her.

Saviavi ate in continued silence, savoring each bite and also feeling quite grateful that she, at least, had full control over her upper body. Being spoonfed might’ve been the final blow to her pride. Midway through her fifth bite she allowed her eyes to raise and wander back toward the candidate master and her fellows, listening in on their conversations with polite curiosity. Isalia was optimistic, Ysveta stir crazy, and Oarlen just seemed to be okay with being alive. Really, they’d all gotten lucky. Idly she ran a hand over Pip, who was sleeping in the crook of her neck.

A few more bites of food and then O’sir addressed her directly. Unable to ignore him any longer, Saviavi dipped her head in a nod towards him. “I’ve been told the stitches are holding well and things are healing right. In a few more days I’ll get to start walking therapy, I think.” She’d been warned it could be painful, but that was commonplace now.

Savi chewed her cheek, debating with herself, and then asked, “What’s been happening out there, in regards to the clutch?” She phrased it poorly, she knew, but she didn’t want to seem too alarmist.

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It was lucky that Colvin was causing such a scene, because Ysveta was definitely not the kind to school her expression, and she felt under her blankets, the familiar feel of clay. Small, more like a shard from some misused piece of pottery than a specially made tablet for harper work. But she supposed it would do well enough.

O'sir's promise to see if he could find something for her to do, was met with an enthusiastic "Thank you, Sir!" It wasn't exactly a promise to still get enough rest, Ysveta knew herself that she didn't have a good enough handle over her mind to be able to promise that, and she didn't want to lie to O'sir.

Regardless, she assumed that the Healers checked on them throughout the night, so she'd have someone looking after her anyways, and forcing her to sleep.

When Ysveta heard Saviavi's question, she couldn't help but add on her own question, not knowing or thinking carefully enough to know that it would probably be considered rude to do so. "You mean what they're doing about the reds? They're all impressed, they can't be punished can they?"

She hadn't meant to be offensive, hadn't meant to be rude, she was just... Ysveta. And she meant well, with a curious and inquisitive mind, she just wasn't very good at handling it yet. Realising almost immediately, the candidate shrunk back into the bed, wincing a little, and she murmured a soft 'Sorry' to the room in general.

Ysveta was obtained posterior back and hip injuries on the 34.06, she will be allowed to start moving and physical therapy on 19.07, and will be out of the healer hall 20.08, and fully recovered by 15.10, late, due to complications with healing. Her cheek will have a scar from jaw to hairline across her left cheek.

 

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