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Harper's Tale - Thursday, February 07 2002,
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Infirmary
This large bubble shaped cave is most obviously natural. Showing sighs of recent renovations and overhaul, the walls are freshly painted and the fittings look quite new. One wall of the cave is covered in cupboards, one prominent one is marked with a black skull and crossbones, a heavy lock bolted to it. In the center of the room directly under a large glass glow basket is a stone bench covered in a padded sheet, this area is obviously the examining table. Around this bench are racks, draped carefully with sterile cloths. A bench against the back wall contains a sink and a water heater as well as some research equipment including a white cloth draped over what must be a microscope. The wall opposite the cupboards has three beds against it with curtains designed to be drawn around them on tracks, a chair beside each bed. The room smells faintly of redwort and numbweed.
On top of the cupboards are Li'l Lord, Tommyknocker, Bastiaan, Raphael, and Gabrielle.
You notice Aziza asleep here.
Obvious exits:
Weyrhealer's Quarters Healer Dorms GroundWeyrs Caverns Crafters'Area

Dea enters holding a badly threadcored hand. She has stripped off her helmet outside.

M'er shimmies, shakes, and boogies in from the Craft Areas.

Miralwyn is moving about the infirmary with a quiet efficiancy, readying supplies under the rapid-fire directions of Journeyman Candria. Spotting the first of the injured riders, both move over towards them. "Threadscore on the hand, Wyn." murmurs the senior healer. "You deal with her and I'll step in if you need it. Nodding, the grey eyed apprentice steps over. "Come, rider, if you'll sit on this cot here, I'll see about making you more comfortable..."

D'baji gambols in from the Ground Weyrs.

Miralwyn notes. If you'll all page me or OOC what's wrong with you, I can do triage. Me and an NPC or two at the moment.
Miralwyn *tosses an * in there.

Dea suddenly doubles over in severe pain and not from her hand too. "Ohh.... it hurts...."

M'er limps in, whimpering, hands clasped tightly over his hip, where his leathers have been burned away enough to show a score on him -- not particularly deep, but not very small, either. A little moan, and he looks about the Infirmary. He hates Infirmaries, and Healers, for that matter. But things must be deal with. "It hurts..." he whimpers, appointing his hip. "Thread..." He's a big baby.

Journeyman Candria swings into action at the moan, directing Miralwyn away to see to D'baji and M'er as she moan hits her eyes. The middle aged woman's eyes are sharp and intent, although her manner is reassuring. "We'll take care of it, don't you worry, brownrider. Now, you must tell me, is there any chance you might be pregnant?" in the meanwhile, her hands have been swiftly moving, washing the scored hand gently with a redwort solution, cleaning it before applying numbweed.

D'baji walks in with the gait of one trying not to jar /anything/. Teeth are gritted, curses slipping out from between them (Hey, he used to be a fisherman) as he walks. Face is particularly pale, eyes particularly narrowed, as gives a quick nod to M'er. Accompanied by a hiss for that sharding score. "Should've payed attention, eh?" he mutters with faux humour and dripping sarcasm to the greenrider. Laughter is the best medicine. Except when it jars Threadscores.

Dea gasping from the stomach pain and from the pain in her hand, "Deal with the weyrlings first. I'll be fine." Then hearing the healer, she nods, "yeah,,, about two months..." She clentches her teeth. "Take care of the weyrlings first."

Miralwyn, summarily relieved of treating the AWLM, moves towards D'baji and M'er. "Well, good to see you can still laugh about it," she quips easily, motioning them both towards cots as she scrubs her hands. "Now, let's hear your names," she chats, readying her own tray of supplies and moving towards them. "Bronzerider, you look like you're a little worse off, so we'll have a look at that arm first. Not too bad for a first Fall, though." she allows "And greenrider, just hold on a moment longer, and I'll soon have you right as rain and charming as ever."

M'er tries to smile, though what success he has is laced with pain and sardonism. "Yes... should have went ::between::." But that was a given, wasn't it? Eyes gleam at the Journeywoman as he waits for care. Oh, he gets a little apprentice. Boo. "I'm M'er..." he sighs, waiting.

D'baji nods to Miralwyn, extending his left arm- well, unclenching his right fist from around the elbow, as extending just isn't working out for him- to show the score in his forearm. And he's already got sleeves rolled up and all. "D'baji," is offered with one of them wincing grins he's going quite good at.

Candria shakes her head shortly. "No." she intones firmly, hands working deftly now to apply numbweed. "You are my top priority patient now, and Miralwyn is perfectly competant at tending the scores." Swathing the hand in a bandage, she stands, and has another apprentice hand her a gown. "I will assist you in donning this, if you need it, and then I'll give you a quick internal to see what's up with your child."

R'ley walks in from the Ground Weyrs.

Dea tries very hard to disrobe and don the gown. She's in alot of pain and one handed isn't much help. The apprentice does his/her's best to help the poor brown rider but she clutches her stomach in severa pain.

Rarah walks in from the Northeastern Caverns.

Miralwyn smiles, and begins to swab at the bronzer's arm with a well-soaked in redwort cloth, covering an area a good three inches around the actual score. "Well met, D'baji, and I'll see if I can't do this right quick. I used to work in the Benden Infirmary, and I know your fellow in bronze is probably out there fussing over you. How'd he fly?" Small talk attempts to cover the stinging as she moves in to clean the wound. "Now M'er, if you can follow D'baji's example and make sure that the area around the score is clear...? If you can't remove your clothing without pain, we'll cut it off for you, so no worries."

R'ley stumbles into the infirmary, his teath grind together and he stops to lean against a wall. Blinking several times he clears his vision and push's the pain away. He starts to call for a healer then spots Dea doubled over in pain, "Dea!" he calls fresh fear springing to life in his chest now for a friend and lover rather then himself. Ignoring the blood begining to soak his shoulder and the fire lancing in his hip he heads her way, "Whats wrong with her?" he demands of the healer.

Honey glides in from the Ground Weyrs.
Rarah goes home.
Z'diah cartwheels in from the Ground Weyrs.

Well. M'er might have a bit of trouble, but he does carefully rip his leathers from where the Thread ate through. M'er never had good quility clothing, noo. Eyes flick toward R'ley momentarily, before he frowns and glances back to Miralwyn. "Okay..."

D'baji rather promptly bites down on his lower lip, giving a yelp for that, and instead shoving a right hand knuckle between his teeth, and nodding blankly at Miralwyn. From around the fist he's eating, something to the effect of a nod and talk. "Nverath was wonderful..." Chompwince. "My fault, wasn't watching... Thought Yuli was hurt is all..." And oh, big bite that actually cracks the man's knuckles and he goes just a bit paler. Yup, it is possible.

Candria assists deftly, and then helps to guide Dea back down to the cot. The journeywoman catches R'ley's call, and beckons him over, and another apprentice to see to him. "She has a badly scored hand, and I fear she is miscarriaging. You are her weyrmate?" she inquires. "Sit down on the cot next to her, and Senior Apprentice Jarute will see to you.

Dea looks up and sees Z'diah and groans. She tries to give her friend and lover a smile but can't. Seeing R'ley, she decides this is a good time to die, hoping the two will understand. But she doesn't as she lays back in the cot, almost going into a fetal position from the cramp.

R'ley shakes his head at Candria, "Weyrmate? No, just lover." then what she said sinks in, "Miscarrige? As in looseing a kid? But she said..." his eyes darken both in physical pain and emotional pain as anger lances threw him. As his dragon demands he pay attention to his wounds and not anothers he lets the apprentice look him over. In responce to where is he hurt he uses his good hand to remove his riding jacket and as taking of his pants is to painfull to contemplate at the moment he hooks a couple fingers in the hole the thread made at his left hip and just rips them open. Both scores are very low risk, they'll scar and the shoulder will need a couple stitches but nothing life threatening. "Can you err stop it from birthing?" he's rather unknowledgeable when it comes to healer stuff.

Miralwyn mercifully swoops in with the numbweed, applying a good thick layer to D'baji's arm before applying a light dressing to cover the wound. "There we go, almost good as new. Now, you're not to be flying again until that's healed, and I'll tell your Weyrlingmasters that." she offers as sternly as a slim and grey eyed young woman can manage, turning then to M'er. "Now, greenrider M'er, let's see what I can do with you..." The occasional worried glance is cast over to where the journeywoman is treating Dea.

OOC: M'er has to go to bed. Just like... pretend I'm still here. Being a big baby.

M'er has disconnected.
M'er tries with zeal to stay awake, but can't do it. Watch out. He snores!

D'baji nearly melts for the nubmweed. Blessed numbweed. Blessed numbweeder. The last little 'eep' is given, and the nods thankfully to the healer. "So I can go back to my weyr now? That doesn't count as flying, does it?" And an attempted flex of the fingers gives him a frown.

Z'diah blinks at R'ley's statemnts (so I'm slow).

Candria's brow furrows, and she beckons over another of her covey of apprentices. "Get an infusion of pergin berried readied, and some willowsalic, strong. No fellis yet." she murmurs to the young woman. "I'm not liking the look of this." Turning back, she glances quickly back down to Dea. "You /must/ try and keep still." she intones. "You will most likely lose the child, but if you strain, you may rupture yourself, and I am /not/ losing you as well. I have apprentices redying some teas that will help with the pain." she reassures. "Follow my orders, and we'll have you right as rain. You must also remain calm, to help your lifemate." Lovers and weyrmates are ignored, as the Healer focuses on her patient.

R'ley sucks hair in audibly threw his teath as he brashly touches a finger to his shoulder trying to asess his injurys himself, the worlds worst patient as usual. "My arms not severed, and nothing important on my lower body is scored, now can I get up and..." he trails off not really sure how he could help if he did get up. The commanding <NO!> from his lifemate glues him to the cot he sits on better then anyone else's responding order could.

Dea groans softly, trying hard not to move but she's not dealing with the pain all that well. She does call for Ftoranth and sends to him her love. Seeing Z'diah, she looks up at him, hoping he understands.

Miralwyn gives D'baji a nod. "Aye, go scat and take a well deserved rest. Congratulations on getting off pretty lightly, and remember to duck the next time." And then, scrubbing her hands again, it's a quick tending of M'er, and then she moves over to assist Jarute with R'ley. "Jarute, hand me the scissors...? she murmurs, turning a firm stare on R'ley at odds with the several turns she surrenders him in age. "No." she intones sternly. "You stay here, and we'll get you stitched up, and then you can make yourself useful by holding brownrider Dea's hand or something. Snip go the scissors, the leathers now hopelessly ruined. Jarute peers interestedly over her shoulder at the wound. "Looks like it'll need stitches, hey?" he muses. "Let me? I'm the better stitcher, and you know it..." "Let me clean it first, and numb it. He's not an orangefruit." replies Wyn.

D'baji goes home.
D'baji hugs Miralwyn! Miralwyn is hugged! A faint trace of colour tints her cheeks, and she hugs D'baji back firmly, before holding them at arm's length and smiling.

Z'diah strides in purposefully, such a change for him. "Are you alright? Other than your hand." he asks as he sees her bandages.

Dea looks up at Z'diah, "Not... really... I lied...."

Z'diah sits beisde her. "About?""""

Jozzie moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, in from the Northeastern Caverns.

R'ley winces away at the mention of being an orangefruit after staying nice and still for the snipping. "I don't care how it looks, whichever of you can do it faster." like he really has a choice? His eyes focus on Dea and her struggle not to move, "Don't forget to breath Dea!" he says for lack of thinking of anything better to say by way of support.

Candria's minion returns with the tea, and the journeywoman edges in beside the downed brownrider, reaching a hand to support her as she holds the cup to her lips. "Drink this, and talk later. It will take most of the edge off the pains." A glance up at R'ley. "An excellent suggestion. Nice, deep, slow breaths, and pant during the contractions."

Dea reaches up to Z'diah, trying to smile but a spasm of pain hits her. "I..." She is forcedto drink whatever the healer is giving her. Then, "I... R'ley and I got drunk after.... and this... I won't make a good mother...." then a spasm of pain hits.

Z'diah holds Dea's hand... "Oh?." Pause.. "oh! I see. That's not necessarily true."

N'ano slips quietly in from the Weyrhealer's Quarters.

R'ley turns his gaze down to his hip as pain flares sharper and sharper threw it. His eyes widen slightly as he shifts position and the underside of his pants feels damp. Touching a finger he realizes the hip wound must have opened as he dismounted and has been bleeding for ahwile. He makes a choked sound and in a very un-big brave bronzer fashion proceeds to pass out and slide down onto the floor further making the healers lives difficult as he's not light by far.

R'ley has disconnected.
R'ley falls asleep.

Jozzie comes into the room, as she hits the doorway she is left with a sickened feeling in her stomach. When did this woman become ill whenever she stepped into a doorway? She plants her feet into the room as she looks off to R'ley. "Hey there pal," she says as she looks off to survay the room. Then as he passes out, she sighs. "Um," she looks around for a healer, "Is he alright?" she asks in a concerned manner.

Miralwyn and Jarute continue to confer, the apprentices lacking a little in bedside manner as an obvious fascination with R'ley's shoulder settles in. Fortunately, the bronzerider's collapse distracts them, and they set about lifting him and stretching him out on the cot, Miralwyn busy with the scissors again as she trims away his pantleg, giving a low whistle. "Wheeeew... Jarute, how about you do shoulder, and I'll take care of this one. Looks like the idiot should've come in a lot sooner." Redwort is swiftly applied to the hip wound, as Jarute settles in to stitching the shoulder.

N'ano ... Jerry, what's the difference "Hey! How ya'll holdin' up in here?" N'ano asks while leaning against the doorframe that leads into his and Hyti's personal quarters "If ya'll are stable 'nough after treatment, we're gonna be havin' some drinks and cookies in the cavern--but I don't want ya'll to strain yourselves if you're hurtin' badly!"

Dea groans in a spasm of pain hits her. Hand nothing, this is different, she clutches at Z'diah's hand with her good one. Between drinking like a fish for almost two months, flying Threadfall, getting scored, going between, and now losing a baby. Can her life get anymore messed up? Don't answer that. "Z'diah.... Ftoranth...."

Candria glances over as N'ano makes his appearance. "You! Bronzerider! How much Healer training have you had?" Is someone going to be recruited? She turns back to Dea. "Your Z'diah is right here." she soothes. "He will not leave you, and I need you to try and stay calm. For Ftoranth's sake, if only that. The tea should be starting to work soon" she comforts, before continuing that "I'll need to give you an internal exam, to see better what's going on down there. Try to hold still." Moving to the end of the bed, the Healer deftly moves to place Dea in the proper position, before making her check. Her face looks slightly grave, and she turns again to place orders with the apprentices. "Clean towels, and see that there's hot water at the ready..."

Senior Apprentice Jarute, now done tending to R'ley, spots Jozzie as he heads over to wash his hands. "Are you injured, bluerider?" he inquires calmly. Hopefully she's got something that needs stitching? Please?

Z'diah pats her hand. "I'm right here, Dea. Stay calm."

"Wait, wha? Healer trainin'? Well--I ain't yet a full dragonhealer--but I was trainin' for my journeyman knot 'forehand?" There's N'ano's full disclosure. Satisfied? "Wh--what did you need me to do?" he asks, all ready to help out where he's needed.

Jozzie smiles softly, finding the comment somewhat amusing. "No-- I'm perfectly fine." she answers. Seeing that R'ley looks to be alright, even if he is passes out, Jozzie slips out of the Infirmary to allow injured riders into the room.

Jozzie moves gracefully with a habital swing of her hips, to the GroundWeyrs.

Miralwyn finishes her exceedingly cautious stitching of R'ley's hip score, and applies more numbweed, and a light dressing, before standing, regarding his passed-out form, and draping a light blanket over him, and going to assist Candria's other minions in fetching towels and hot water.

Dea is trying to stay calm but fire in her hand and the pain in her stomach just isn't making it possible. She reaches out to her dragon for mental comfort as her hand clutch's Z'diah's. "What's happening?"

Candria glances up and around briefly, before a brief, ironic smile touches her lips. "Ah, never mind, bronzerider. Unless you care to watch over those that have passed out, you seem to have gotten here right after the rush has passed. It appears there's nothing left that needs doing. Sorry to keep you." Her attention then rivets back in on Dea. "Is the pain decreasing at /all/?" she asks, blue eyes intent. "If it isn't, or if it's gotten worse, I will give you something to induce a delivery."

Miralwyn *notes to Dea that your hand has already been treated... You shouldn't feel a thing from it.
OOC: Dea says "ahh sorry"
OOC: Z'diah says "so it's sympathetic pain."
OOC: Miralwyn grins. No problem. Easy to miss it in the spam.

Dea shakes her head, "noooo... it's still there comes and goes."

"Well--if I ain't needed here, I'm gonna go freshen up some and head over to the livin' cavern... hope everythin' goes alright!" The latter said is aimed moreso towards Dea before N'ano backsteps back into the room.

N'ano walks nonchalantly to the Weyrhealer's Quarters.

"That's to be expected." soothes Candria, still at the foot of the cot and readying towels. "What your body is doing is having labour pains, but long before normal labour is due. Your body cannot keep the fetus, so it is working hard to expel it. Try to pant through each of the contractions, but do not push." Miralwyn is beckoned over. "Check on the pergin berry infusion." she orders, before turning back to her patient. "You will probably lose some blood, and you will be weak for a while afterwards. I am going to place you on bedrest for a sevenday, and you are grounded until your regular Healer clears you. I expect you," Stern stare at Z'diah. "To see that she /does/ rest."

Z'diah glares back. "As if I wouldn't?"

Dea sighs, "Z'diah? You aren't mad at me?"

Z'diah shakes his head. "Wh would I be?"

Dea groans as she gets another cramp, "going between knowing that...."

Candria offers an unrepentant look, comfortably self-assured as only a Healer in their own domain can be. "You would mean to, but by the end of the sevenday, when she /appears/ to be doing better, you'll start to think about caving in. I've seen it happen before." Another check prompts a quiet oath. "Snakespawn, Miralwyn, get that infusion over here /now/. And get the hot water and more towels." The healer works quickly, trying to stop a flow of blood before it becomes more severe.

Z'diah holds her hand gently, glaring at the healer. (why not?) "There is that."

Miralwyn returns, bearing the infusion in yet another mug. With a glance at Candria, she inquires about offering it. "Do it, Wyn." counsels the journeywoman, and so with a nod, the apprentice obeys, offering the mug, and murmuring that "This will taste unpleasant, but should help."

Candria continues to work, at last relaxing enough to note, gently enough, that "In the future, if you wish to avoid having children, /please/ consult with your weyrhealer as to other options. Too many women are lost from complications after a jump between. Now, the herb I have just given you will increase the contractions, and they will grow more intense, but they will soon be over. It's this dithering about that's dangerous, especially with the fetus already lost."

Dea notes, that she got pregnant after her brown lost to a green and she sought relief with a bronze rider but all that doesn't matter, "It doesn't matter....it just happened.... "ohh it hurts..."

OOC: Dea says "I would rather skip the gory details, if you don't mind. this is a point that I rather not rp out."
OOC: Miralwyn nods. Fine with me.
OOC: Z'diah says "thank you.. thank you.. thank you."
OOC: Dea tickles

Candria gives Dea's right foot a reassuring pat. "I know, dear. Stay with us. Just a little more..." Long minutes pass, the Healer keeping her position with shifts to retrieve herbs and redwort and other tools, until at last she nods. The towels are quickly removed, the stitching finished, and the middle aged healer stands and comes around to the bedside as Miralwyn draws up fresh sheets about Dea. "It is done, and you will be just fine in time, but for now, you must rest. You'll be given some red wine enriched with herdbeast stock to help build up your strength, as you had some blood loss. Take a goblet twice a day. I will also leave instructions for other herbs. But what is most important is rest and quiet. After a night's sleep in here, we'll see about moving you out where you can see your lifemate."

Dea cuddles against Z'diah