Treating Crith (Healers, R'lyr)

[Archer]

Crith had transferred between easily, taking herself and her rider to the Infirmary as quickly as possible. Both she and N'rek were very much aware of the fact that Thread could destroy a herdbeast in a matter of minutes, so getting to the Infirmary quickly was imperative.

Crith landed heavily at the Infirmary entrance, roaring her arrival, eyes a mixture of violent reds. N'rek dismounted, hand pressing to his left side as he slumped against the green. Cupping his free hand around his mouth, he yelled, "Crith's been scored! We need help now!"

He paled as he looked at her wound again. From this vantage point on the ground, it was easier to see just how bad the score really was. Ichor was still flowing steadily, beginning to pool, and N'rek felt tears prick at his eyes. It was his fault that Crith had been scored; he should have been more attentive.

Crith's left side had been scored heavily, Thread having cut into the muscle and resulting in the ichor flow being so heavy. The green roared again; where were those dragonhealers? N'rek watched her, trying his best to be reassuring and attempting to ignore the searing pain that affected his left side.

[kandykat]

When Crith was scored, Easath left his duties with the ground crew, oblivious to anything but worry for his mate. He leaped into the air, almost knocking down a group of apprentices in the process, and zoomed to Crith's side. He landed as close as he dared to the green without upsetting her further. The Healers will be here soon, darling Crith,[/color] he assured her, crooning comfortingly. Privately, he felt guilty, and he blamed himself for not being at the Fall. Maybe he could have done something to prevent Crith's injury.

It's not your fault, R'lyr chided, picking up on his dragon's feelings. He had abandoned his own moping and was quickly making his way across the weyrbowl with Kestrel's guidance, brandishing his cane in front of him as he cut through the busy areas. A heavy pit of worry had settled in his stomach. He knew he had reached the infirmary entrance from the proximity of Crith's agonized roars and N'rek's voice. The roars brought back unpleasant memories of the feline attack, which he quickly tried to shove out of his mind. The only good that memory would do right now was to prove how much dragons could live through.

"Is it bad?" He asked, hurrying to what he guessed was N'rek's side. "Are you hurt, too?" He wasn't sure what to say, or if N'rek even wanted him there, but he was too worried to walk away yet.

[Archer]

Crith roared again, then stopped as Easath appeared at her side. Training pain-filled eyes on her mate, she growled, The sharding Healers had better be here soon--quickly--or else when I get better I'm coming back here and--[/color] She broke off with a pained screech, green hide taking on a greyish pallor.

N'rek snapped at R'lyr without thinking, but pain and worry were the only things he could think of. "Of course she's hurt bad! Can't you hear her?" He frowned, then let out a shallow gasp of pain. "She's scored deep through the muscle on her left side." Face going pale and drawn with pain, he added, "You know how this works. What she feels, I feel." Squeezing his eyes shut, N'rek sighed. "The Healers had best get here soon, else things could go awfully wrong. She's ichoring like a stuck wherry."

[Amejisuto]

Crith you WILL CALM DOWN!And tell your mate to calm as well... you emotions and thoughts are battering my mind to pieces! The Master Healer screamed mentally to the dragon. She had just gotten done taking care of another thread score victim. She was actually much more collected then usual, her hair tightly braided, and she was clad ready to do her work. She approached the riders, and then the dragons and put her hands on her hips. "Rider N'rek, contain your dragon" She snapped as she stalked towards the creature and examined the wound, and then began slathering numbweed upon it. "I'm going to have to pull out the burrows, and then sew up the wound. I will do my best to minimize infection..." She stated her eyes glittering rather hard. It was amazing, to see how she had snapped into action. She usually talked to the dragons on occasion, but to full out scream at one mentally, she hadn't done that before.

[kandykat]

Easath's tail flicked back and forth in agitation as he waited for a Healer to make an appearance. What was taking so long! Finally, the dragon-hearing girl arrived. He liked her, and expected her to do a good job, and he calmed just a little bit. The Healer will take the hurt away,[/color] He told Crith, crooning comfortingly.

R'lyr frowned at N'rek's irritated answer, but he couldn't blame the man. He knew how difficult it was to deal with an injured dragon, especially when you were hurt too. He said nothing, but he reached out and squeezed N'rek's shoulder in what he hoped would be seen as a comforting gesture.

Easath, stay calm for Crith's sake, he told the Blue as he listened to the Healer. Her comment about infection made him flinch. Infection could be the worst part of an injury, not the wound itself. He knew that well enough himself.

[Archer]

Crith was rambling along on a pain-induced mental tirade to Easath and N'rek when the Masterhealer's scream pierced through her mind. Recoiling slightly, the green became eerily quiet. How can you talk to me? Only N'rek can speak to me.[/i] She fell still, letting the Healer slather numbweed on the wound. Oh, that feels better.[/i]

N'rek nodded mutely at the Healer, settling worried eyes on his green as she held still for the Healer. Just behave for a little while and soon you be back at our weyr so you can rest. She's going to pull out the burrows then stitch it up, so don't be alarmed by it.

He leaned against R'lyr, arm sliding around the blue rider's waist to steady himself. "She'll be fine for you, Masterhealer. I explained to her what you'll be doing, but with all the numbweed I don't think she'll notice it too much."

[Amejisuto]

Nixsha's features where strained as she began to mutter underneath her breath. I can talk to you green-one, because its what I do. It's how I heal you and your kind so well. She said as she pulled out her larger scale needle, heavy duty thread, and then quirked an eyebrow. "Rider N'rek... no one has informed your dragon I can speak to her?"She asked as she looked over her shoulder. "I know R'lyr's blue knows of it." She said as she rug her hand into the greens wounds. Smearing diluted numbweed down into the burrows.

She was wearing heavy duty gloves, and then yanked out the still semi-alive burrows. She slammed her hands into a nearby bucket of water, and pulled them away. She muttered to herself as she looked up at the two dragon riders. "you are grounded for the rest of threadfall right?" She asked as she pulled a fellis laced skin of wine from her hip and tossed it to them. "Make sure that N'rek drinks some of that R'lyr." She stated as she returned to working on his dragon.

[kandykat]

Easath listened patiently to Crith's tirade, but he visibly relaxed when it was cut off by Nixsha's instructions. He sighed in relief as Crith relaxed, leaning over to nuzzle her gently. The numbweed seemed to be working. Thank you, Healer,[/color] he told Nixsha gratefully.

He shuddered at the sight of the live burrows Nixsha pulled out of the green's wound. You're lucky you can't see this mine. Oh...hold your hands out.[/color]

Smiling wryly at the dragon's comment, R'lyr put out his hands and managed to catch the flash. Fellis, R'lyr guessed. He could almost use a drop or two himself, the way his nerves were right now. He held the flask out to N'rek, then put an arm around his shoulder as the green rider leaned in to him. "Yum, fellis. Drink up, now."

[Archer]

"N-no, she wasn't informed." N'rek bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut as the Healer began to run her fingers inside Crith's wound, smearing numbweed on the ichoring muscles. The dull ache in his side was quickly replaced by sharp stabs as the healer began to dislodge the half-dead burrows and the greenrider gasped, hand gripping R'lyr's waist tightly, knuckles showing white.

He could barely breathe; all he could feel was pain, white-hot pain that lanced through his body. N'rek wished he could feel the bone-numbing cold of between, anything to dull the fire that ran through him. N'rek panted for breath, head falling to rest on R'lyr's chest wearily, sweat-dampened hair sticking awkwardly to his head.

Feebly he grasped the flask and jerked it so he could drink, wine spilling over his hands and into his mouth. It was a waste of good wine, N'rek knew, but his hands were shaking wildly and he just forced down what he could. When the flask was empty, he dropped it to the ground, clutching to R'lyr with all his strength.

Eventually the fellis began to set it, numbing his body and making it hard to stand. "Bed... weyr... Please, R'lyr?" Crith was settling down now that the dangerous Thread was out of her body, the numbweed dulling the pain considerably. The green turned her head to watch her pale rider and spoke directly to R'lyr, something she had never done before, preferring to rely on Easath to relay her messages to the bluerider which were oftentimes few and far between.

Take N'rek back to his weyr and make sure he sleeps. I'll be fine here with the Master Healer.[/color]

[kandykat]

R'lyr sucked in a gasp of his own as N'rek's grip tightened around his waist. Too tight, in fact, but he understood, and he would gladly bear this discomfort if it would help N'rek's pain at all. He could tell from the green rider's frantic breathing as well as his death-grip how intense the reception of Crith's pain must be. Feeling N'rek's head fall onto his chest, he lifted one hand to smooth his damp hair back. "Just hold on...not much longer now," he murmured, his tone soft and comforting.

Finally, it was over. He felt N'rek sag against him as the fellis set in, and then an unfamiliar dragon voice took him by surprise. Crith had never spoken to him before. "Yes, Crith. I'll take good care of your rider." Easath crooned in agreement and went to sit beside his mate, casting one wing over her protectively. Unless the Healer made him leave, he would stay with Crith. R'lyr nodded his thanks at Nixsha, then headed for the weyrs, going as swiftly as he dared with N'rek's current condition. The two of them certainly made a pair, a blind man leading the sighted one.