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Assigned for Infirmary duty, Ashri expects a relatively dull and quiet morning. What she didn't expect was for a dragon to go up aglow and injuries to result!

Fort Weyr - Dragon Infirmary
This huge cavern of smooth stone arches upwards to a rounded ceiling, high enough for even the largest of Golds to fit comfortably. Along the walls of the cavern are many carved out and worn smooth couches for injured dragons to rest on, most with a cot alongside for the dragon's rider to sleep.
Tables line the other walls, movable so they can be taken to the dragon instead of making the dragon come to it. Bolts of cloth, thread, needles and cabinet after cabinet of remedies and equipment take up the rest of the space. Two huge double doors lead out to the Center Bowl.

A relatively quiet day in both infirmaries is broken up suddenly by the appearance first of a little green flit flapping and kreeling wildly. It's really never a good sign when that happens and all the healers are set on edge, one of them closing her eyes for a moment, "Mid air collision.. during a mating flight.. the would-be winner was slammed into the side of a ledge.." her eyes close again. "The rider is with him but not too good himself.. went charging after the greenrider then found himself decked by another rider..a confusing situation.. they think his jaw is broken..they're about to.." And with that a bronze lumbers into the infirmary, eyes whirling in a wild, discontented fashion, the rider unable to form words with his broken jaw, moaning and writhing in pain. The dragon's side is scraped pretty deeply and it looks like there may be a damaged wing but his head swings wildly as he snorts and paws at the ground, the bronzer sliding down, falling to a knee.

Wyn looks up from her place near the supply cabinet and first moves face to snout with the bronze, a hand lifting, "Easy.." he doesn't listen, but she keeps standing there in his line of sight. "Someone...get his rider calmed down.." she says slowly, almost cautiously, sensing the dragon's panic. The other healer is still sitting with eyes half-closed, apparently getting more information from her own lifemate, unheeding for the moment.

Pralius had been visiting Wyn when all hell broke loose. The sight of the damaged rider pushes him to action, calling through the opening to the 'human' infirmary for more help and numbweed he rushes to the rider's side, "Q'lyvn! Look at me. He grabs a handful of the nearest numbweed he can find and slathers it on the rider's chin, "Focus on me. He'll be fine so long as you're fine."

Infirmary duty. All Candidates get it at some point or another, and for most, it's fairly uneventful. Today, however, seems to be one of the more eventful days. Jayashri was just sorting through supplies, gauzes, swabs, bandages, and so on, prepping and putting them away appropriately when the firelizard appears and begins blasting the room. And then the bronzerider and his dragon come in. She hisses, spying the long gouges along the bronze's side and the askew jaw of the rider. "Shells, uh, what do I do?" She isn't experienced in medical techniques. She was just here to help for the minor stuff. First aid she can do. "What do you need?" She starts going through the drawers she was just filing things away in, looking for appropriate equipment.

Moydeo had, unfortunately, been outside when the flight happened, and witnessed the collision. Seeing the dragon and rider heading for the infirmary, she raced after them to see if she could help. She trotted into the infirmary. "Anything I can do to help?" She asks around.

Wyndrei exhales, a grateful gaze falling to Pralius as he takes over with the human portion of the injured pair. Wyn reaches toward the bronze and is met with a gaze like a blazing sunrise red, gold and orange whirling in a vivid kaleidescope of dragon eyes. The snarl, however, is what makes her stay her hand, slowly starting to draw it away though that action doesn't seem to make the dragon any happier, he snarls again. "Ash..more numbweed..be careful to oil your hands first then walk quietly and slowly to my left.. where he can see you.." she says in a smooth, calm manner. "Moydeo..help Pralius.. we need a calm rider..though he's just lost a flight so this bronze may be irritable regardless...mmm.." and the little green flit screeches again. "On second thought.. why don't we lure this little darling green with some food and settle her down too.." she says softly.

The rider begins to calm as much as any flight-lusted rider can with the application of numbweed to his jaw. Pralius encourages ash and Moy to follow Wyn's instruction. As soon as the rider is numbed, Pralius gives him some wine laced with fellis, settling Q'lyvin into a chair before bringing the jar of numbweed to Wyn, "He should stay awake enough to keep the dragon calm. How can I help with that? I can't set his jaw until the dragon's calm."

Numbweed. Numbweed. Not in the drawers... Oh! Swinging open the cabinets, Jayashri finds the numbweed jars. Pralius is already on top of the situation, however, having delivered his jar to the Dragonhealer. Still, she picks one of the jars, carrying it slowly and carefully over to Wyndrei. She tries very hard not to make any sudden moves, but her eyes dart back and forth between the angry bronze and where she is going. She swallows, unsure how to handle such an angry Dragon. After all, all her encounters up to this point have been with pretty calm and tame ones. "Won't eat me... won't squish me..." she murmurs reassuringly to herself as she sets the numbweed on the counter behind Wyn. "What else do you need?" she asks, keeping her tone as level and calm as possible, eyes on the bronze in case he makes any sudden moves.

Moydeo nods to Wyndrei, and dashes out of the infirmary, to go get something to try and lure the little green with. She returns soon with a variety of meat, and finds a clear space, to try and lure the little green down. The flit circles, and chitters worriedly, before the scent of meat catches her nostrils, and she swoops over to where the candidate is, hunger wining over worry for the moment.

Wyn smiles softly, "I.. am going to stand here just like this.." and she looks almost scarecrow-ish, arms up, face to face with a bronze. "And you are going to get that deepest wound first.. make sure you oil your hands or use a swab of the redwort..Pralius help her?.. unless you want numb ones.." and she flashes an amused glance to the girl. Once the green is thankfully drawn away from the bronze the most vivid tinges of color in his eyes soften some though still streaky orange-red, a heavy *whuff* toward Wyn as she talks, daring to move from one foot to the other, "Thank you Moydeo..just keep her settled over there.." she asks of the girl. "His focus is on me.. and his mate.. the numbweed works fast so by the time you touch his side, if he turns to look, the pain will already be fading. Once you are ready to get that, Pralius.. you take the wing.. near the lower edge looks to be the worst part.." With that her eyes go back to the bronze and she rocks side to side a bit, an even, steady motion, mmmm, watch the swaying dragonhealerrrr. "Quickly please."

Pralius hands Jayashri a jar of redwort from which he has already well-coated his hands, "Dip your hands in here until they make a clean layer, then grab a handful of numbweed and put it on the scrapes. If anything's broken, especially wings, flag down Wyn or one of the certifieds." Putting instructions to words in the half-staffed infirmary, he grabs a load of numbweed and applies it to the dragon's scraped chin.

Jayashri's nose wrinkles instinctively as the pungent redwort jar is handed to her. Still, it's better than numb hands! She dips her digits in, scooping out a portion of the substance and coating her hands quickly with it, setting the jar on the counter. The numbweed it twisted open next, and she digs her tiny palms into the gooey liquid, grabbing as much as she can before quickly but quietly stepping over to the bronze's side, carefully nudging a stepladder into place so she can actually reach the bronze's side and begins slathering the cream across the deep scrapes with long strokes, hoping to numb the majority of the area quickly before the bronze notices what she is doing, though with his eyes less tense the CompCrafter is noticeably more relaxed, her logical mind taking the fore now.

The bronze snorts at Pralius and exhales a rather.. dragony breath...enough to make Wyn's face contort and her nose wrinkle. "Shells.." she mutters, clearing her throat. He takes a few bellowing breaths, sides expanding, the cuts freshened as he moves and it makes him snarl. Thankfully Ash is there, slathering away and, his breathing becoming less and less erratic as the stuff starts to penetrate to the deeper skin layers. Finally he inhales and exhales deeply, moaning a little then his head swings toward the drugged rider and he wails softly, tail swaying side to side. "We'll help him too.." Wyn sas to the bronze, nodding her head. "I promise..you'll both be fine.." and she smiles, she won't mention that he'll be grounded til the wing heals, timing and all. Off to the side the other healer snaps from her reverie and jumps to her feet, startling the green who screeches and startles the bronze who swings his head around, tagging Wyn in the side, sending her sprawling. With a groan she rises to her feet and shakes her head, "I'm fine.." and she gets to her feet, a glance given to the healer who sheepishly nods, wandering back toward the supply closet.

Moydeo keeps feeding the green, distracting, distracting, that is till the other healer startles the green. "Ack! Stay here stay here! Look, food, good food!" She says to the green, as she waves a piece of meat about, till it grabs the greens attention again, and she eats. Would so grab the green, and hold her down, if she wasn't worried she might get mauled by the poor creature who was still about as tense as her human, and his dragon.

Pralius moves further down the dragon, slathering numbweed before starting when Wyn is thrown, "Wyn!" Then she's fine and he sighs softly, "Good... And I'll have to find a surgeon to help the rider. His left mandible is shattered. I can't fix that."

Jayashri runs out of numbweed and steps down to get some more. She picks up the jar this time, carting it back overly. Clearly this job is just more than her two palms can hold alone. She nearly drops the jar, however, as the firelizard starts up again, a curse dying on her lips as she realizes almost belatedly that it might agitate the dragon. So, back to duty she goes, and begins slathering generous palmfulls across the damaged wing and sails, coating every spot losing the dark green ichor with the substance. She goes back over the side one more time, getting some of the places she couldn't quite fill in with her first handfuls, and then straightens, surveying her work. "I think that's it."

Wyndrei smiles over at Moydeo and nods her head, "Thanks..I think the bronze is settling down now.." she says as she flexes her hand, having landed on it and perhaps sprained her wrist. She glances to Pralius and smiles, "Well..that might be ok..once you're done settling him for treatment..needja to look at my wrist.." and she wrinkles her nose. "Ashri.. work your way down his side then along the wing.. thanks so much guys.." she says as she looks around.

Moydeo is feeding the green like crazy, somebody will have to stop her at some point so she doesn't over feed the poor thing, unless the green knows when she's full. She looks up, and gasps at Wyndrei's fall, but then relieved to see the dragonhealer get up. She looks at Jayashri. "Looks good." She says, not that she's an expert or anything.

Pralius wipes his hands against each other as he steps away from the finally relaxing bronze, letting the certified dragonhealers work on his torn wingsail. He moves, washing his hands thoroughly before re-joining Wyn, "Let me see your wrist... where does it hurt?" This, at least, he could fix.

Stepping down from her perch, Ashri carts her jar of numbweed back to the countertop before lining up behind Pralius to de-gunk her hands. She rubs them vigorously under the running water, getting off the globs of goo that remain, though a familiar red stain remains from the redwort. Sighing, and having scrubbed her hands to near rawness with sweetsand, she finally gives up, rinsing them off one last time before taking up a towel and starting to draw them. "This'll fade after a few days... right?" She looks at her crimson hands with dismay. "Maybe I should wear my gloves until it wears off."

Moydeo watches the rest in the infirmary as she keeps feeding the green, who by this point, is getting too sleepy to even think about being worried about her human or his dragon. Once the little greens half asleep, she picks the flit up, getting little protest, flits aren't good fighters with full bellies. "I think this girl'll be calm for a while." She says, wondering where she should put the green so she's out of the way.

Wyndrei smiles at Ashri and nods her head, "It'll fade.." she says as she curls her arm in against herself giving Pralius a sheepish look. When he draws near she holds it out, though the weight of her hand hanging on its own smarts a little so she folds it back in, cradling it with her other hand. Her eyes shift to Moydeo and she smiles, "Well.. you can put her on one of the couches if you want."

Pralius glances up from Wyn's wrist long enough to say, "Why don't you put her with her rider until a surgeon can come? It may help keep them all calmer to be together." He holds tightly to Wyn's arm, keeping it in his grasp, "Let's... sit Wyn, so I can check this properly... Ashri... can you get me a splint and some bandages? And don't mind the redwort smell. It will fade."

"Can do." The Computer Apprentice makes quick strides back to the drawers and cabinets, grabbing two of the bandages -- one long, one shorter -- and grabbing several splint sticks from another drawer and carting them back over to Pralius. "Hope those are the right size," she nods to them as the holds her bundle out for the Healer's use. "Does it hurt, Wyn?" Ashri asks sympathetically. "I hope it isn't broken." A wince ripples across her features at the notion. "That'll take months to heal."

Moydeo nods, and takes Pralius' tip, and moves over to where the rider is situated, the green sleepily moving to her human to cling to him, giving a soft croon, the rider further relaxing now that the third member of his group is there. Moy slips away, and over towards where Pral and the others are. "Anything I can help with?" She asks, and looks concerned at Wyn's hand.

Wyndrei wrinkles her nose and shifts on her feet, altogether uncomfy at being a 'patient'. She looks up at Pralius, "Well it's..tender yes.." she admits then shakes her head at Ashri, "No no..no breaks, see?" and she wiggles her fingers, as if that proves it, wincing as she does so. She smiles at Moydeo, "Thanks for helping out already.." and she looks up, "All of you.. that does happen sometimes though.. when a rider is hurt..AND the dragon is hurt.." she says with a nod to the bronze pair.

Pralius prods and pulls at her wrist briefly, watching her reactions before nodding, "Probably just a sprain..." He takes the splint and bandages, wrapping her arm as carefully as he can, "You'll only need these a day or two. No more or you could lose flexibility." He glances up at Moy with a grin, "Ice? You've been very helpful sofar."

Jayashri glances at the bronze, who seems to be settling down now that his wounds have stopped hurting. One of the more senior Dragonhealers is applying her craft with a deftness and surety that only comes with years of practice. The bronze has dropped two lids, and the third is hanging about halfway down, the eye whirling a more content shade, perhaps exhausted from his afternoon exertions. "I'm just glad that the injuries don't seem to be of the permanent kind," the Apprentice notes as Pralius takes the last of the supplies from her. "It could have been far worse. Thank Faranth it wasn't."

Moydeo nods, and goes to retrieve the ice, and coming back with it, wrapped in a bag, and towel, offering it to Pralius, or whoever will take it. She nods to Jayashri. "I agree, I saw the collision, amazing none of the other chasers got hurt as well." She says.

Wyndrei squeaks a little at the pull to her wounded wrist and a pitiful little look finds Pralius as she stands there, shifting on her feet again. She nods to Ashri, "It can be a lot worse.." she agrees then a nod to Moydeo too. "Gold flights are especially brutal sometimes..but this guy took a whack to the head.. the bronze I mean.. then the rider too from what we gathered..glad the rising green escaped injury."

Pralius takes the ice, handing it to Wyn, "Keep it iced for an hour or so, please? It'll keep the swelling down." He glances at Ashri, then at the patients, and nods, "Yeah. Too bad he'll probably lose his good looks even if the Sr. Journeyman can set his jaw... that's a nasty break."

Finding a stool, Ashri hefts herself up on it and kicks her feet gently, thinking. "I guess that's just one more danger to being a rider. Seems like a lot of cons and not as many pros. I guess the pros there are must be really amazing." She stares at the ceiling. "I don't know whether to be excited or nervous." She chuckles, her hands curled around the edge of the padded seat. "All the riders I talk to tell me that it is so worth it though, so I guess I should be excited, given all the data." She looks back to her assembled friends, beaming a smile. "I can't wait to get out there and touch the eggs. I want to know what they feel like."

Moydeo finds a stool as well to sit on, and nods to Jayashri. "Yeah, apparently, though when there was thread, there certainly were many more dangers then, then there is today." She sighs. "I hear it's worth it from riders as well, that they wouldn't never change that they are riders, they probably see an upside that we don't." She says, and puts her chin in her hand, and the elbow on the knee, as she glances at the bronze and rider. "Is he going to be able to eat okay, and all that?" She asks Pralius, meaning the rider of course.

Wyndrei nods to Pralius and takes the ice, "Alright.." she says then moves to sit down, not too far from where Ashri ends up. She smiles at the techy, "Both.." she answers to the 'excited or nervous' question. "Well.. it's not like.. a choice you make based on pros and cons.. it's.." and she hrms. "It's a part of yourself that is missing until you find your mate.. if you have one out there.." and she nods a little. "I think I am on duty for egg check tomorrow though I won't be touching I don't think..not sure how they do it here."

Pralius shrugs, "I don't know, either. Still, don't lean on that arm for at least a couple of days." He grins a little as the candidates go on about their concerns and joys, "Well... from what I've heard, savor every moment you have of it. No one's guaranteed a dragon and the eggs are one of a kind."

"Well, I doubt he's the first person to end up with a shattered mandible," Ashri notes, inclining her head toward the rider. "I'm sure they've got a way for him to eat, like as not. Probably through a straw." She shudders at the thought of having to eat mush for weeks. "But yeah, I know there is no guarantee that I'll Impress. Not this clutch nor any. There are hundreds of thousands of people on Pern, and only a few hundred Dragons, maybe a couple thousand or so. Statistics says that not everyone can be a rider. It's just the way of things. I accepted that possibility along with the knot. I'm just happy for the opportunity. And, if I don't, well, I have plans to advance in my Craft, as you well know, Pralius." She grins at the Healer, crossing her knees.

Moydeo nods to Pralius. "I know, you only have a eleven out of how ever many they search, to impress, and I think the barracks has room for like twenty something candidates." She says, those really aren't the best odds in the worlds if you think about it." She nods to Ashri about the rider. "I know there's no guarantee either, I'm honored to just be asked, as not everyone even gets asked to stand, much less have a chance to impress." She says with a shrug. "Like Ashri said, if I don't, oh well, it's not the end of the world, I'll still be a Beastcrafter, and hope to advance in the craft."

Wyndrei sits and listens to the three discuss dragons, idly resting her wrist on the ice. She looks over to the bronze and the bronzer then back to present company, nodding her head now and again in agreement with one statement or another.

Pralius gives Wyn a gentle kiss of the forehead then nods to the others, "That's a good attitude to have. I need to find the Sr. Journeyman before any more damage to his jaw." Wyn gets a significant look, "Be careful with that. I don't want anything to happen to you." He sets a hand on her shoulder as he stands, squeezing gently, "Keep working hard, Ash.. Moy. Candidacy's a hard path." Then he's moving quickly down the passage to the human infirmary.

Sliding off the stool, Ashri moves to put away the supplies that have been left out from the emergency, screwing lids back on the numbweed and redwort jars, filing them back away in the cabinets. Other accouterments are also filed, and the Apprentice looks about the infirmary, performing one last check before nodding with satisfaction. "Okay, Wyn, now that that's done with, I actually have lessons scheduled this evening." She chuckles. "Trying to keep up with my studies in addition to everything else." She walks over to the girl, wrapping an arm about Wyndrei's shoulder to offer a gentle hug, if allowed. "I'll see you later. Hope that wrist heals up quick." And with a final beam she's grabbing her satchel and racing out the door.

Moydeo watches the bronze and rider again, for a moment, and then looks back to Ashri, and Wyn. "Oh Ashri, see you later." She says. "Good luck with your lessons." She smiles to the girl, and blinks at an older flitter popping out of between, and chittering at her, as it drops a note, and disappears again. Moydeo eyes the notes, and erks, as she climbs off her seat. "I'm getting called back to chores as well." She sighs, and smiles to Wyndrei. "See you later Wyn, and hope your wrist heals ok." She smiles, and heads out into the lower caverns through the main infirmary.

Wyndrei nods to Pralius, "Will do.." she says quietly to him as he leaves then she watches him go and finally shakes her head to look back at the girls. She hugs Ashri back and smiles, "I'm fine.. or will be soon enough, don't worry," she says reassuringly. "And I think this earns me some rest..so.." She looks to Moydeo and smiles, "Thanks..really I'm okay..ya'll be good.." and she waves with her good hand.