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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 8:26 pm
Jasrai! Jasrai, are you all right?!
Roseth's distress brought Jasrai around as fast as smelling salts might have done. That, and a strong sense of self-preservation that somehow didn't extend to her body, but definitely extended to staying out of trouble. Being found unconscious with a distressed dragon would be bad. Was Roseth on top of her?
"Ouch," she groaned. "Get off."
The wind was knocked out of her once more as Roseth shifted and struggled to get off of her back and onto her feet. The claw of one wing slashed Jasrai down her right arm from shoulder to elbow as she struggled to roll over. Eventually the green got to her feet and stood unsteadily for a few seconds before dropping into a crouch. Her eyes were a dirty butter color, a combination of concerned yellow and pained grey. She looked a little bit like she'd been stunned.
Are you hurt? Roseth asked again. Her voice didn't feel as though she'd sustained any mental damage. Maybe she was just worried about Jasrai and in pain. The pain wasn't exactly a surprise, considering she'd just fallen out of the sky and landed on her back and her rider.
"Um. Maybe?" Her head pained her, but not as much as the rest of her body. Being landed on by a partially grown dragon was no fun at all.
You're bleeding! Roseth exclaimed, horrified. Did I do that? Should I get someone?
"No!" Jasrai said quickly. "Remember, no one can know what we've been doing. I'll go find...Tofir. He's a healer, too, I think. Not just a mindhealer. Are you hurt?"
Roseth looked herself over critically. She was growing well, strong and fast in the air, and extremely clever, in her own estimation. After a few moments she answered, No, I'm not hurt. I mean, I hurt, but I'm not hurt.
Jasrai nodded, still lying on her back. She understood the distinction. And at some point she'd have to get up and go to the infirmary. With an effort she made herself do that. On her way she unbraided her hair and pulled the long brown strands over her slashed arm in an effort to hide it, though blood continued to run down her forearm and onto her wrist and hand. There was a lot of blood, she thought a little dizzily as she reached the infirmary.
Flynx and Sati flew anxiously around Jasrai while she tried fairly ineffectively to stem the flow of blood down her arm. She caught the eye of the first person she saw, a young man who looked like he'd been having a bad day and asked, "Is Tofir working here today?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:08 am
The punishment of staying in the infirmary was still in effect for Yulu, somehow a snide remark or two having reached the Head Healer's ears. Her 'sentence' was yet another sevenday of work, along with filing away paperwork and various other silly tasks inside the healing room, but Yulu actually was rather pleased that her task to get herself staying indoors and out of the cold had worked. She'd rather spend all her time inside and smelling of different medicines then outside worrying about losing a digit to the temperatures that seemed to only grow colder with each passing day.
" . . . . . . "
Her day hasn't exactly been nice so she'd taken to reading an old skin about how people used to use medicines in a slightly different way, hard pills or something, when she was driven from reading at the sound of a voice. It wasn't Layla again, Yulu thinking this might be her way of just greeting her, instead being a voice she didn't recognize. Whoever it was had asked for Tofir specifically, already garnering Yulu's attention, since said voice happened to be female.
However, the moment Yulu saw all the blood any joking thoughts she may have had in her head pushed themselves aside. She got to her feet and quickly strode over, her hand grabbing the arm that was not wounded and the body slowly yanking this new person towards an area where she could get cleaned and stop leaking blood all over the floor. She hadn't even bothered to say anything while she tugged, though once the other woman's arm was over a large metal tub she decided to speak.
"Tofir isn't here, I seldom see him come in the infirmary. If you're looking for him to treat your wounds you'll end up bleeding to death first, so stay here while I get something to clean this all up. Did you leave a trail of blood outside on the way here, or did it only start to bleed this intense when you reached the entrance?"
Yulu's question was mostly based on how much she would have to go behind and clean. Blood on anything in the Weyr was bad, and Yulu knew she'd have to be the one to make sure it got cleaned up.
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:58 am
Jasrai hated being grabbed, but she really wasn't in any sort of state to protest, and she knew she'd come here looking for assistance. Healers tended to be pushy when they were worried, she'd noticed in the past. She'd only worried healers a few times in her life. Once when she was about five and broke the middle finger on her right hand, and again when she was seven and broke the same finger a different way. They'd been concerned she'd hit the growth plate. Thankfully she hadn't. She remembered that both experiences had worried the healers, though. She'd been bleeding a lot both times. And then there was the time when she was sixteen and she just collapsed. They determined eventually that it was dehydration.
Jasrai, are you in the infirmary? Roseth's concern practically colored her mental voice. That was interesting. Jasrai had never associated colors with speech before. Jasrai?
"I'm sorry," Jasrai said, addressing both her dragon and the person who'd grabbed her. I'm there, yes. I was woolgathering.
Well, don't! It worries me. Your thoughts are funny around the edges.
"He's the only healer I know," she explained unnecessarily. "If I asked him, he wouldn't tell anyone I'd needed treated."
Blood? There was a lot of it. Probably she'd bled down the hall, too. She was about to make some sort of response to that effect when Flynx and Sati burst into the room in a cacophony of distressed sounds. As soon as they saw Jasrai they flew to her and settled on her shoulders. Jasrai winced as Sati landed on the one Roseth had scored.
"Um. I probably bled outside, too," Jasrai answered. "It's a little disgusting, but I could probably get Flynx and Sati to clean some of it up. They like blood. At least Flynx does, and Sati likes what Flynx likes."
She smiled. Wasn't she helpful? No. She was a bother. "Sorry."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 12:04 am
"Actually, if you could get them to do that it would be a big help. The Head Healer is out right now and I shouldn't even be trying to help you without someone around to watch me breathe properly, but from the look of this wound and based on what you said. . . you wouldn't want someone like that anyway."
Yulu looked back over at the chair she had been sitting in, Song resting at its base with her head slighted lifted in a listening position. She had heard what was going on, something about cleaning up, and Song wondered if her person wanted her to go out and help. Yulu responded that she really didn't, and the gold stayed where she was.
"Stay here and try not to move too much. I'm going to get something to start rinsing off all that blood off your arm as well as something to help you with the pain. You're look pretty pale and I'd rather not have to move you onto a bed if I were given options about where to treat you."
Yulu let go of Jasrai's arm and started back towards where the clean cloths for the day were setting along with jars of disinfectants and a vial of numbweed savle. She started to unwrap her fingers as she went, ready for work, though she paused for a moment to make sure what she had in her hand would work for now. Until she got a better look at the wound everything would have to be speculation.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions about what happened, and if you want this to not leak out of this room you'll find that honesty with me is the best policy. I tend not to tell my superiors about things anyway, but for my own personal benefit I need to know just how you got injured and your own personal judgment of how bad you think it is."
Asking a person if they knew how bad their own wound was sometimes helped, since it allowed the Healer to say to said person 'it's not as bad as you thought', but in Yulu's case she'd be using it to get a better judge of pain tolerance. A brief glance at the wound while dragging her to the tub had told Yulu there would be a need for Mosstea stuff as well as stitches, and she wondered if using two forms of painkillers would be a bad idea. Oh well, she'd have to find out.
"I'm listening, so whenever you'd like to start."
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:28 am
Jasrai nodded and tried not to look at her arm. She didn't particularly like watching Roseth feed, she didn't like butchering animals in the kitchen, and she really didn't like her own blood. It was a mystery to all who knew her that she preferred her meat rare, no matter how many times she explained that it was really the smell that got to her. The cloying metallic scent that was almost like the taste of copper in the back of her mouth just made her want to gag - and so did thinking about it too hard, she remembered just in time to turn her head to one side and regurgitate her breakfast with a faint moan.
"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, mortified. "I didn't mean to. It's just the smell of blood..."
Both Flynx and Sati were regarding her vomit curiously, but once Flynx decided it was not something he wanted to try eating they turned their attention back to their human, who was obviously not well at all. Flynx, who had nearly been thrown up on, was particularly not pleased by the situation, but when Jasrai's head cleared enough to send him an imprecation to do something about the blood in the hallway his mood improved noticeably. He really did like blood. He left with Sati in tow.
And that was two creatures out of her mind for the time being, leaving just Roseth and Jasrai herself. Roseth was not being helpful. Her concerned queries were an unnecessary distraction at the moment. Jasrai begged her to be quiet and leave her be. It was a relief when Roseth complied, though an unexpected one.
"I was practicing flying with Roseth - we are allowed to fly, by the way - and I wasn't as securely seated as I should have been. When she banked I slid. The sudden weight shift, I think, overbalanced her and we both fell. She landed on me. It hurt. A lot. Still does." She tried to smile and then thought better of it. Her breath smelled like puke and there was no telling what might be in her teeth now.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 12:54 pm
Yulu returned just in time to see the young woman empty the content of her stomach onto the floor, thankfully only splattering it all out into a single pile. Yulu was tired of dealing with people who seemed to want to go for distance or spread when they decided to vomit, many hour at the hall having been spent on her hands and knees scrubbing away the filth. She'd make a note to ignore the smell for now and deal with it later, but she also recorded the fact that this girl had just thrown up from an injury. Perhaps she was going into early stages of shock?
If that was the case then there was no time to really waste and think things over, and forcing the girl to do anything else would probably harm her more than help her. Shock meant her body was simply rejecting everything she had to offer, and if Yulu didn't get her stabilized quickly there was a chance of more damage occurring before she could fix the beginning problem. She moved swiftly enough to get to her side and move her towards a nearby bed, ignoring the fact that blood would soon stain the sheets and get all over her own body. There was always time to clean everything up afterward, but for now she needed to treat and not think twice.
"Don't apologize over it, instead I want you to lay back and just relax. I need you first to swallow this and drink water slowly."
In Yulu's clean hand she held a small packet of powder, most likely a ground up herb. Next to the bed was a small pitcher of water and a mug, most likely items left at all beds in case of evening thirsts, and Yulu handed the powder over to before she bent down and gathered the items to pour the mug full.
"Taking it will be a lot easier if you dump the powder in your mouth and then quickly drink right after, it prevents you from getting any of the taste inside."
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:18 pm
"It's stupid, really," Jasrai persisted. "You'd think a dragonrider would have more of a tolerance for blood, but I just can't stand the smell of it."
It seemed vitally important to Jasrai that she explain this, even as she submitted meekly to being led to a bed. That was fine with her. The healer's take-charge attitude was vaguely reassuring. It made her feel like everything was out of her hands, and she only had to follow directions and everything would be okay. Or it wouldn't, but at this point it wouldn't be her fault no matter which way things went. That was reassuring. All she had to do now was let the healer do his job. Her job?
"I'm sorry," she said as she lay back, as ordered. "I know this is a horrible thing to ask, but I'm not really thinking exactly clearly, and I can't seem to figure out if you're a girl or not."
Jasrai winced, both with embarrassment at her awkwardly put question and extreme discomfort. Her arm hurt, and it wasn't exactly giving up on the bleeding, from what she could tell. Not that she'd even know how to tell. She didn't know very much about healing at all, and considering how the smell of blood made her feel, that was perfectly fine. What kind of healer couldn't stand the smell of blood? For that matter, what kind of dragonrider couldn't stand it? She really was a failure.
You're not a failure, Roseth interjected. Sorry. I'll go back to being quiet. Are you better yet?
No, Jasrai said, smiling in a manner inappropriate to the situation. So if you could just...
She felt Roseth's presence withdraw from her mind and relaxed, no longer required to block her pain from Roseth so hard. Roseth was giving her privacy. An enormous sacrifice from the attention-loving green. Jasrai was grateful. She had other things to focus on, like drinking something that was sure to be disgusting. These things always were.
"Thanks." Powder in mouth. Check. Drink water. Ouch like anything. Check. Maybe using the injured arm had been a bad idea. No. Definitely.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 8:22 am
"Everyone has different levels of tolerance so it's not my place to judge what is and what isn't stupid. I've seen people who want to be Healers balk at the first signs of mucus or vomit, though the end up being completely fine with blood and bile. I've also seen the reverse, so as I was saying - not my place."
Yulu watched as her patient took the power she was given and she wanted to outwardly sigh over the fact she used her injured arm to take the mug and everything else, but in a way it was a good sign that she could still move it if she wasn't having trouble grasping things. It meant no nerves were severed, for now, and that her muscles were going to be alright if she would get her treated properly. A rider who couldn't hold the leathers to their riding gear would be grounded, and based on the fact that Yulu figured this person to be one of the few females that rode a fighting dragon, she didn't want her to have to join L'pin forever on the ground.
She was about to get started working when the woman asked her a question in regards to her gender, no mocking in it, and Yulu's hands paused as she thought about what she wanted to say. Lying wasn't her best policy, but this was almost too fun to pass up.
"I'm a man, just one who happens to look feminine. The name's Yulu. I'm not offended that you can't tell, you happen to be under a lot of stress right now and figuring out what I am should be the least of your worries."
The patient's hair was brushed back and out of the way to allow more room to see, and Yulu frowned as she grabbed a pair of scissors and cut into the fabric of her jacket, tearing the sleeve completely off. There was no point in rescuing it or telling the girl to take it off.
"Alright, so - "
It was worse then she thought, but she wasn't going to outright say that. Her initial thoughts on it were blown away as she noticed the open muscle and actual bits of exposed fat, her face never changing in an attempt to keep her patient calm. Numbweed wasn't going to cut it all alone for this, she'd need something stronger, but Yulu couldn't get to where the Fellis juice was stored - so they would have to make do. She was a trauma specialist after all - this was what she was raised to do.
"I'm not going to lie and say it won't hurt - because it's going to hurt. The medicine I have you plus the numbweed should take some of the edge off, but if it gets to a point where it becomes unbearable you must let me know. Understood?"
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 9:26 am
Healers that had problems with body fluids? That was something Jasrai had never heard of. But then, they probably weren't encouraged to leave the Hall. The healers wouldn't want their profession's reputation besmirched by squeamish individuals who failed to perform to their utmost because they had hang-ups about blood or vomit. At least that was something Jasrai didn't have a problem with. The smell of vomit had no effect on her at all, except that it wasn't pleasant.
"Oh. I'm sorry. It was rude of me to ask. It doesn't make you a better or worse healer, after all." One thing Jasrai could say definitively was that she really didn't feel gender roles needed to be as sharply defined as they were in Telgar. However, it didn't surprise her that the healer would be a man. Telgar's preference for male professionals was known, which made it so much fun to be a woman who sometimes had female troubles to ask for remedies for.
Her attempts at conversation had mostly served as attempts to distract herself from the fact that her arm hurt worse than anything she could remember feeling in her life. She couldn't believe she wasn't crying, actually. It certainly was tear-worthy, and she wasn't concerned about impressing the healer with her toughness. It didn't occur to her at the time that Roseth might be doing something to help her.
Not that it would have made much of a difference in a few moments. Once she saw the scissors in Yulu's hands, Jasrai's brain jumped to completely the wrong conclusion and she experienced a brief moment of hysteria in which she was fairly sure - to her eternal embarrassment - she begged Yulu not to cut her hair. And that was when she finally cried, and once she began crying, it was difficult to stop. She really hurt, and she was scared of what would happen when people found out what she'd done to herself.
She didn't calm down much when she saw that Yulu was just cutting her flight leathers, though she didn't protest. The logistics of getting a tailor to repair them flickered through her mind and she saw with despair the web of people who knew what she'd been up to growing wider until it finally entangled someone who would get her into trouble. And then she could be grounded.
Jasrai only nodded in response to Yulu's question. She understood. And she had no intention of being a martyr. If it hurt, she'd let the healer know. In fact, she had no doubt that she'd end up doing so by screaming, unless she concentrated on not screaming, which she might. It would be something to think about that wasn't blood.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 12:20 am
Yulu wanted to laugh when the girl had started to cry over her hair not being cut, to the point of her starting to plead, though the Healer had selected the option of not saying anything before she started to work instead. The protests had stopped once her sleeve had been torn away and the wound was more in sight, and Yulu set about to working. The painkillers she had made her take orally would be for later when the wound started to ache, so now for they'd need to depend on the Numbweed to get them through most of it. She could probably rub other bits of salves on there too in order to assist, but they wouldn't work fast enough and Yulu felt this needed to be clean now.
"So you're saying your dragon clawed you when it was trying to get up? That explains the width and the depth, but don't worry - it's nothing I can't handle. You're going to need me to sew it up and you're probably going to have to come back here several times for more treatment, but I'll see what I can do you for you in the way of making your visits here rather uneventful."
Yulu dipped her fingers into the numbweed and started to smear it along the corners of the gash, careful not to let her fingers slip inside, because she would need that patch of skin nerve-dead when it came time for her to start sewing it shut. Until that kicked in and fully took away all feeling she let her finger stick itself inside and gently move around the different parts, her eyes peeled for any signs of torn tendons or anything that looked like it could prevent movement. So far there was still nothing, and she gave a sigh of relief as she wrapped one of the clean cloths around the arm and started squeezing for pressure. She was glad most of what she was doing could be done with one hand, also glad that the majority of what she needed was within arms reach.
"I'm going to do my best to make sure you're not going to have any difficulties moving around in the future, though I can't guarantee you'll be free from having a large scar that you'll need to explain to others."
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 3:26 pm
"Sorry," Jasrai said again. "I know it's silly, but...I like my hair. Thank you for not cutting it."
With the hand belonging to her uninjured arm she pulled her hair out of the way, getting more blood on herself. Lovely. She didn't want to think about that any more than she wanted to think about what Yulu was doing to her arm now. She turned her head away and tried very, very hard not to think about it. Her stomach was roiling once more, though.
Roseth, she thought. I need a distraction now.
I'm here! Roseth said immediately. How shall I distract you?
Just, talk, Jasrai pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut.
She remembered belatedly that she'd been asked a question and nodded, her lips pressed tightly together so that they were white. "Yes. With the claw on her wing. She didn't mean to."
What should I talk about? Roseth asked. I can't think of anything. I could get Kannaroth. She's smart. Maybe she would talk to you.
"No," Jasrai hissed, forgetting to speak mentally. She recovered herself, We mustn't tell anyone.
"Sorry," she said to Yulu with a weak smile. "Dragon. Scars are fine. I get to keep the arm, right?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 2:06 pm
"It's fine, you're allowed your own likes and dislikes, though as a Healer you'd have nothing to back yourself against me with if I did decide to cut it all off should I have found a need for it. Your hair or your life? Not really a hard choice in the end."
Yulu was smearing more Numbweed on the wound, wanting to make sure Jasrai could feel nothing at all, and she knew it was working well with the tips of her own fingers started to deaden despite the heavy coating of Redwort she had placed on them before getting started. The bleeding seemed to have slowed as well thanks to the pressure and how she had the girl holding her arm up, and Yulu slowly moved the cloth away and procceeded to get to work. She started by cleaning the wound out with Redwort, the same she'd used for her hands, though it was only a little at a time. She'd taken care to bring a pan over for the run off of blood and fluids, doing her best to keep the place clean.
"I'm surprised your dragon hasn't tried to come in here just yet with how worried you're making them seem. They must be at their wits end, I pity whatever creature may be around for their wrath."
She chuckled a little as she moved on with packing the wound, Mosstea being her favorite item at the moment. It would do well to keep everything from drying out and causing the rider further injury, a problem many people faced with gashes, and it was plentiful enough the Head Healer may not notice a bit of it was now missing. The herb would also help prevent against infection, something that if this woman got she'd get both herself and Yulu in far more trouble than anything else.
"Feeling any pain?"
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 4:33 pm
"Hair. Definitely the hair," Jasrai said, breathing shallowly to avoid smelling the blood.
She couldn't feel her arm anymore, but she could still smell her blood, and it was making her nauseated. At least she'd not eaten much. If she threw up again, it would only be bile. Roseth asked if that was better, and Jasrai replied that it was, but only marginally. At least it was less messy to clean up, and tended to smell better. Though the degree of separation was extremely minute and hardly worth mentioning.
"The firelizards are well trained," Jasrai said to Yulu. Speaking was easier now that the numbing agents were taking effect. "And I gave them something to do. It helps them, I think."
Personally, Jasrai was a little surprised by the firelizards' behavior, too. Roseth was less of a surprise. Roseth was more rational than the pair of firelizards, by and large. Also, Roseth understood the importance of not making a fuss, no matter how badly frightened she was for her rider, because then they would both be in trouble. Lots of it.
Chuckling was a good thing, Jasrai decided. As long as the healers were chuckling, all couldn't be completely dire. Serious, yes. The definite possibility of a scar had been brought up, but Jasrai could live with that. It wasn't like she was going to win any beauty contests before. What did a scar matter?
"No, no pain. Nothing at all, really. Roseth and company are all relieved." Which was true. Flynx and Sati were on their way back as she spoke, and Roseth was asking why there was suddenly no pain coming through their bond.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 5:47 pm
"Good, because I'm going to start stitching you up now. If you feel anything at all let me know and I'll see what I can do to help alleviate pain. Talking to your dragon looks as though it's doing you good at keeping your mind occupied, but are you having trouble with the smell still? Your face is getting pale, but not the kind of pale that comes with blood loss."
Yulu was being rather observant as she packed in the last bit of the Mosstea, careful that every bit of flesh had been protected before just shoving the herb in. While it was probably one of the best things to use now she knew that doing it improperly would result in more harm than help. The woman she had been speaking with had been changing in color slightly over time, though her pulse beneath Yulu's checking fingers remained strong and didn't seem to waver despite all the activity going on. A Dragonrider's body was amazing, or so she thought.
"If you need something for under your nose let me know, there are different salves I can smear on your face to help mask the smell of blood and medicine. Back at the Hall people who couldn't handle the smell of salves and other things often used it to help get through the work, so I figure if it's strong enough for a Healer it should work for you."
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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 7:41 pm
Jasrai blanched. Stitches. She had resigned herself to the thought in theory, but hearing it said was something different. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes tightly shut for a moment while she forced herself to accept that stitches would be necessary. At least, she hoped, she wouldn't have to watch. She didn't think she would have to watch. It couldn't possibly make the healer's job easier to have a patient who was flinching and squirming.
"It does help, talking to her," she agreed. "But you're right about the smell. It's...not going so well."
I can keep talking to you, if you like, Roseth offered. Will that help with the smell?
It won't help with the smell, but it will help with everything else. The healer can help with the smell, he says.
"Something else to smell would be good, I think. Medicine's fine, but blood...erg." It was much, much easier to think clearly now that she wasn't feeling any pain.
Just then, a bronze streak flew into the room, followed by a green one. They landed on Jasrai's lap and began climbing up the front of her flight jacket, nuzzling her under the chin and climbing over her uninjured arm and shoulder. They were trying to make her feel better, too.
I hate that they can be in there and I can't, Roseth sulked.
Hush, you, Jasrai replied.
"Thank you," she said to Yulu. "I'm sorry to be a bother."
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