Hard Knocks (open)

[catsavage-Z]

74.07.25 | Almost Noon | Infirmary

Sanderon's mind clouded with disconnected thoughts and muddled confusion. Bombarding his mind were scenes and sensations of the feline attack he had experienced; his very death staring him right in the face kept replaying in his pain-filled head. Memories and events swirled now and became confused. Though Sanderon opened his eyes periodically he saw nothing but blurred movement and shady images. A weird sensation of flying came to him but it was not a good feeling. He hurt so bad. He just wanted everything to stop moving before he threw up.

Before too long Sanderon felt himself being pulled off of the Lifewing. With the sensation of falling, before he was caught, he yelled weakly in fear. He did not know they had landed.

The flare of agony erupted again as he was carried somewhere. A brief time passed, though to him if felt like forever when he finally felt himself being lowered onto something cushiony and soft. Mercifully he was placed upon a healers bed. Did this mean he could rest now? Would all the hands finally leave him be? If he could just be left alone to sleep... He pushed someone's hand away but another took it's place. He tried again with the same results.

"Go away." Sanderon growled weakly. His voice was serious but edged with pain and fear.

[Cait]

DIBS!

[Cait]

It may have taken her several hours to get out to where she’d found the young man who’d nearly become a meal for some sickly felines, but with determination and stamina on her side, it took only an hour to get back to the weyr entrance, running and jogging in rotation as she covered the miles. Mud, recovered from his encounter with the LifeWing, the felines and the dragon was alert and didn’t stray far and even Poica was more alert and chased away a few jungle critters.

When the trio finally reached the entrance, they were breathing hard and sweat beaded on the young woman’s face. A few questions between gasped breaths sent them in the right direction. Strung over either shoulder was a quiver, one decorated with clan markings and the other remarkably plain in comparison. Tucked under the straps was an equally plain bow while in her hand she held a carved bow. Taking a few minutes to catch her breath, her fingers scratching Mud behind the ear as he sat beside her, tongue lolling.

[catsavage-Z]

Long before Saddyris arrived back at the weyr, Sanderon was in agony. Foolishly, he refused the hands that tried to help. He did not care for healers. He did not trust that they would not make him hurt more or give him meds that would knock him out or dull his senses.

It was true that he had wanted to fall into unconsciousness a short time before but not with drugs. And certainly not now that he was in a foreign environment. He did not know for sure where he was or in what company he was surrounded by now. So despite his extreme pain, he kept pushing the hands that refused to leave him be. Couldn't they just leave him to rest?

Baring his teeth finally he snarled out as best he could, which was still weak at best, "I'll kill you! Leave me alone!" With his hand he pulled his belt dagger out of its sheath and swung it in the air above his body where the blurry figures and hands had been only a moment before.

[Void]

Lesti had been hanging around the infirmary checking the storage and making a mental list of what would be needed, she was planning on going out on a gathering outing later that day to resupply her own personal stocks and some of those of the general storage for everyone. So she was about when they brought in a stranger and placed him on the bed. He was mumbling some stupidities about not wanting help. Even with her brief glance over him she could tell he was so far from the truth. She snorted to herself. Another man that has to prove him self one way or another by pretending no need for help for some unknown male reason. It was no wonder she specialized with Klesh in dragon healing, males could be so stupid, at the best of times.

There is an injury? Klesh asked. I am on my way. Don't try to kill him before I get there.

She snorted, No promises.

She glanced over him quickly, pinpointing what would need attention first. A bloody wrapping around his thigh worried her. If it was to close to the artery it could be a deadly issue. She approached his leg and looked at one of the helping healers indicating she wanted scissors to cut part of his pant leg off to get a full and clear view of the wound. Upon touching his leg he pulled a knife out of his belt and started waving it wildly in the air above his body. She narrowly missed getting her ear chopped off if she didn't duck backwards in time. She snarled and pinned his arm down above his head vaguely aware of the pulling that caused on his rib muscles. Not damaging, but slightly painful, yes.

"Pull that on me again and you'll find yourself with bigger problems than whatever it was you got yourself into." She hissed into his face, deftly forcing his hand open, causing his knife to clatter to the ground.

"Someone get up here and keep his arms down before he hurts himself further, those ribs don't look good without him flailing around to make them worse." With that taken care of she turned back to his thigh and cut down through the pant and temporary blood soaked bandage to see how bad the cut was.

[Terayne]

Adelia was in the Infirmary when they brought him in, and looked over sharply at Lesti's hiss, blue eyes narrowing. Upsetting the Lifewing Healer was never a good idea, she thought with a touch of amusement, having been there long enough to at least know that. Padding over, she obediently handed over the scissors she carried and watched as the woman went to act.

That was when the knife was pulled, and she jumped back abruptly, the flash of alarm she mentally exuded causing her flitts to raise their heads, hissing sharply in agitation. She immediately soothed them, not wanting the Sunlance or Blue to cause problems, and paced a little further forwards, wanting to help, but not sure she had the strength to do what the Lifewingrider had commanded. She was not a large woman after all, far from it.

[catsavage-Z]

The warning swipes of Sanderon's dagger came close to a few healers but never reached a target, thankfully. Reaching a target was not his intention to begin with. He just wanted to curl up in a ball and be left alone with his pain. Healers were so nosy and demanding.

When his dagger arm was suddenly pinned above his head, he roared very weakly with the pain and instinctively grabbed for the person's throat with his other hand. A barely discernible, frightened growl was in his throat. Seeing double and having the room spin did not help his aim. He missed this threat-spewing female's throat, which was probably good for both of them.

His pain had flared terribly with the pull of his arm over his head and his dagger could not remain in his grip when whoever it was that pinned him forced his hand open. (Lesti) He heard it clatter to the ground and gave up. He did not have much more energy to give. His breathing was erratic and pained as someone else came and took the female's place. Not only was his dagger arm now pinned, but his other wrist was also taken up into someone's strong grip too.

Whoever (npc or anyone) held his wrists down on either side of his head felt strong but everyone would have gotten the better of him at this point, so it was hard to say if they really were or not. Sanderon resisted at first. It did not last very long at all before he gave in and just lay there. He drew his hurt leg up to ease it into less painful position only a short time later. Someone gently pushed it down. He tried again with the same results. He felt like kicking someone but let that thought pass away. Contrary to his wishes they were only trying to help.

Now another someone had a hand on his leg below the knee to keep him steady. He got the message and tried to lay as still as possible. It was not easy at all. He hurt so badly. The feel of fabric being cut around his thigh wound caused him to raise his head to look. It was a mistake to move his head.

With a moan, he lay his head back down and closed his eyes tight. It didn't help. No it wasn't the blood that got to him, it was the violent swirl his world suddenly took around his head from the movement.

He tried to curl up again instinctively. It was when he was prevented yet again that tears of misery came to his eyes. Keeping them tightly closed he coughed back a sob that broke free of his control and his broken ribs screamed in protest.

Would this torment ever end? He thought of his father then and tried to be strong but it was very hard.





((OOC: I hope it makes sense and is not too dramatic. His movements are not strong at all. His vocalizations are faint at best. His body will soon become very sluggish with blood loss and pain, more than they are now. He might even pass out again. Feel free to mention any of these things occurring if anyone wishes.))

[Void]

Lesti examined the cut on his thigh, it was not good. She gently cleaned around it to get a better look and then gently cleaned the wound itself. Contrary to earlier she was very gentle hardly touching the skin to clean away the blood and dirt that had started to crust around the seeping wound. When the man lifted his head to look and went back down with a shuddered groan she squinted her teal eyes into slits. It looked like he had a concussion too. That would need to be looked at next. She turned back to the wound on his thigh and reaching into one of the bags on her belt pulled out a jar and pouch, deftly combining geranium oil, cinnamon, and clove and delicately smeared it on. It had numbweed to help with the pain and the other herbs that would help to stop the bleeding and disinfect the wound to stop any infections.

I am here. Klesh said hopping into the room.

You should calm him down first, help him with the pain. He has a concussion, broken ribs, and this gash on his thigh that I am almost done with.

Klesh chirped in agreement positioning herself behind Lesti leaning over her to look at the man and began a gentle cooing song. It was one for relaxing and would not cause him to fall into sleep, but helped with pain and would make his body relax making it easier for the healers and also take the strain off of his ribs.

She moved to his head, letting another healer wrap his leg, and pulled out a small mirror in one of her small pockets. Making soft crooning noises she opened one of his eyes and angled the mirror to reflect light from the window into his eye for a moment then watched as the pupil reacted then repeated with his second eye. She put her mirror away and frowned slightly. They did not return to normal equally, confirming her suspicion of a concussion.

Make sure he doesn't fall asleep. If he feels like it back off with the song.

Klesh sent an agreement through their link.

She turned to the girl, Adelia was it? "Get me a cool wet rag, we need to keep the swelling down." She turned back to the man not waiting to see if she nodded or not. She turned back to the man and gently spoke softly to him while she pulled out another bottle from her belt. This time a chickweed poultice, normally used for burns it would help with the cooling. She lightly smeared it on his head while she asked him questions in a crooning voice that harmonized with Klesh's song.

"You come from away here don't you?" She said starting off with the basic questions to sense his mental capabilities and keep him focused and awake while she waited for the rag.



((OOC: Herp a derp I don't know much about Lifewings and medical stuff but the herbs do do those sorts of things *pats trusty herbology book* and google helps with everything else xD And yes Lesti is crooning now, don't let that freak you out to bad xp))

[Terayne]

The girl blinked, then nodded and went for the rag, as well as a long strip of bandaging asked for by one of the other Healers working on him, and handed them over quietly, not wishing to interrupt the LifeWing's beautiful song. She glanced up at the winged creature, then back to the lad on the cot, moving to carefully watch as they treated his wounds. She took special note of the poultice, cocking her head slightly in curiosity, then shrugged and moved to help bind his leg, following the instructions she was given with care.

On their hearth, their Mine occupied for the moment, Beam and Wave watched the proceedings silently, wigs folded down over their little bodies as they took note of everything, the Sunlance wanting to join the Lifewing in song, but afraid she might mess something up.

[Simile]

Amaeli grabbed Sanderon's shoulders and forced them down to the table, feeling rather irritated. "What got him? I need to know. Yesterday." She looked at everyone gathered. HE had to be treated to prevent infection. Immediately. Treating his injury was important - stopping the bleeding extremely important. But it was entirely necessary that they prevent infection or things could become even worse. If there was any kind of poison that required a special potion or mix - she was just the person to make it. But of course... she didn't even know what had harmed him so badly. She sighed and looked at the LifeWing rider. They could be appreciated. If there were more LifeWings and they were more important than they currently were in the world she was sure the world would be a much better place. A Healer would make a much better leader than any warrior. She digressed in her mind however and she needed to focus. This was precise work. She turned and grabbed some things from the table and dipped a cloth into the mixture... including some alcohol, fellis, and water which made a good pain treatment as well as a good cleanser for the wound. The fellis, acting as a localized anesthetic would dissipate rather quickly. It would do no damage. She just hoped that there wouldn't be anything more serious that would need treatment right away.

She did her best to make sure that the bleeding was getting under control in addition. Bleedign was one of hte body's ways of trying t cleanse itself whe nit was injured to prepare for proper bleeding... but blood loss could kill quite easily. It was one of the disadvantages to the body's attempts to treat itself...

[catsavage-Z]

Sanderon could feel himself getting weaker rapidly. It scared him. Being held down was not fun either. The pain was excruciating. He tried to push it aside but it was impossible to ignore. The many hands that held him, worked on him, or passed things from one person to another were everywhere it seemed.

His thigh wound was being cleaned and worked on and that would have made him squirm or yell had he not been nearly ready to pass out again. His body was so very tense. Every muscled tight and his jaw and fists were clenched as he lay there in agony.

A calm, relaxing song began and his eyes were opened and welcomed with bright light. He turned his head to the side after the healer saw proof of his concussion, and closed his eyes again.

With the song came the voices. One was cooing right along with the lifewing and he answered her. (Lesti) "Cothold on the other side of the jungle." His voice was barely above a whisper and he did not even try to open his eyes again.

Another voice spoke up and it sounded demanding. Though the question did not seem directed to him, he answered it anyway. To the one that held his shoulders (Amaeli) his barely audible voice said, "Feline."

Whoever was still working on his thigh (Adelia) got a brief, blurry-filled glance their way as a twinge of pain shot through and made him stiffen, despite the song that was slowly working and helping his stressed-out muscles to relax. Another look was given over across the room as two blurry shapes were seen sitting up high and watching. (Aelia's firelizards)

Looking around with his eyes only, he tried to see what everyone was up to as he felt himself slowly slip away from consciousness. He fought it, not wanting to leave himself at the mercy of these strangers. His mind was losing the will to fight. His whole being was desperately trying to fall into sleep.

[Terayne]

She felt the muscles stiffen beneath her hands and stopped briefly, waiting until he'd relaxed some before continuing her gentle work. She sensed her flits' attention on what was going on, and lightly reminded them mentally to keep quiet and stay put. The boy was much too injured to be bothered by their presence if possible.

As he answered the question presented to him, his voice hazed with pain like his eyes, she winced. Felines.... Normally they avoided humans, but there must have been a damn good reason for one to have attacked this lad. "What's your name, laddie?" she asked gently, making sure her voice was toned so he could hear it, but not so that it seemed threatening or overbearing.

[Cait]

While catching her second wind, Saddyris decided that perhaps she would clean up Hunter’s—for that was how she thought of him in her head—bow. It was quick work and most of the blood came off though there were spots where it had soaked into the exposed rougher wood and would likely stain. Poica landed on her back and clung to one of the leather quivers as she worked. The guard eyed her curiously then shook his head before going back to his post. After perhaps twenty minutes, the young caravan woman felt as ready as she ever would after so much running and took off at a jog, Mud popping up from where he’d sprawled on the ground and the blindingly bright Rainbow firelizard taking to the air again.

It took nearly forty-five minutes for Saddyris to reach the Infirmary and when she burst through the door covered in mostly dried blood, bow in one hand and canine at her side, her reception wasn’t exactly friendly. In fact, she was fairly certain she’d startled an apprentice quite badly because a metal dish crashed against the ground spilling its questionable contents across the stone floor.

Taking a moment to get her bearings, Saddyris raised the hand with the bow in it to stay the healer that was rushing towards her, clearly thinking she was injured. In that time she heard a commotion in one of the rooms further back and spinning away from the wrinkled hands that tried to stop her—and was scolding her for bringing a dirty animal into the Infirmary—she made her way, green eyes sparking with determination as she slipped into the room and observed for several long seconds.

The Hunter was on a raised table with several people hovering around him as well as the giant bird from before and some women whom she didn’t recognize. Poica popped in above Saddyris’ head and spotting the Blue and the Sunlance near the hearth, joined them, very nearly dwarfing them but after a brief mental inquiry remained silent—and would keep the other silent—at her feeder’s request. Moving along the outside wall, Saddyris made a silent signal to Mud and the canine—who was also flecked with blood—dropped to his belly, his eyes following his mistress as she broke away from the shadows on the wall and walked purposefully towards where the young man lay tensed, held down by several hands and fighting.

Slipping into an open spot near his head which seemed to have already been bandaged and without hesitation or even a by-your-leave, reached out and with a bloodstained and certainly not sterile hand and with one fingertip drew a small circle between the drawn together brows. It was something her grandmother often did that went a long way to calming a person. Some in the clan called it “the touch” and were of the impression that not everyone had it; Saddyris wasn’t so foolish. A time or two when she found herself overly emotional she would perform the simple act on herself and it would calm her.

Finally she looked up; the old Healer man was hovering in the doorway looking appalled and the dark-haired woman lifted her chin, daring any to command her to leave. She’d saved the Hunter’s life and she sure as Shards wasn’t just going to abandon him to the Weyr’s healers however capable they might be. Though as she looked around, she was fairly certain that one of the young women holding him down wasn’t even a Healer…maybe a Candidate? Yes, that was probably where she’d seen the girl before.

[Terayne]

As the girl burst in, Adelia resisted the urge to start, knowing it might cause injury or further pain to their patient, although she did glance over at her, blue eyes quietly assessing her before she returned to her work. She wore the knots of a Candidate, but she had the training of a Journeywoman Healer, and therefore belonged here as surely as she would belong on the Sands when the time came for the hatching of Archith's eggs. Inclining her head slightly when all the girl did was do something she'd actually seen done before(although not by anyone she actually KNEW) she then glanced over as she felt Wave become nervous, smiling faintly at the sight of the Rainbow. Wave and Queens didn't mix well, for they intimidated the normally playful and silly Blue fairly badly.

As indeed was the case. As Poica had soared over, Wave had cringed down behind his Sunlance 'sibling', causing her to croon gently and flip open her wing, covering him protectively, though she did answer the Rainbow's mental inquiry with the simple answer that they meant the boy no harm, were only trying to help him. Beam then fell silent, angling her head down and under her wing to gently touch her 'brother's' nose, reassuring him.

[Void]

Lesti had finished with the bandage on his head satisfied that it would help, as long as he didn't go running around which she highly doubted with his ribs broken. Feeling the press of the surrounding healers and two candidates she started replacing her bottles and vials into her belt.

Is he good enough for us to leave? There should be a better lifewing pair specialized in humans arriving soon I am sure.

He is fine and stable enough for us to leave, just in pain. We've done what we can.

Good. Lets go then and get out of this crowded place. She said a little snappishly. She understood the need for multiple healers in a dangerous case but always believed in the to many chefs in a kitchen saying for healing as well. To many healers could lead to contradicting methods of healing and that only put the patient in unnecessary danger. Having replaced everything back into her belt she wove out of the crowd surrounding the bed and walked outside calling Spark to her shoulder and mounted Klesh, Spark appearing and sweeping around them in excitement. "Lets go replenish the supplies shall we?"