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 Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 6:44 pm
[Kleos]
"Pardon?" She turned to see Siata returned, and gave a strained smile. "That... that sounds like an excellent idea. Yes. Good idea. Please do bring him in."
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[V'eck]
Quiet, calm, efficient. Like an automaton of bright silvery steel V'eck navigated the personal drama, found a set of privacy curtains, and wheeled them over to the wher. Lacking orders he then stood straight and tall, warm coloured eyes drifting about with cool careful calculation. "Is there anything else you require?" The wher was their strongest resource for now save his bow; it ought to be protected.
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[Carltis]
"What?" Rochelle. He stared up at her, his single visible deep brown eye wide. "I... no. There was... there were people. Guy with a knife. Dead now. The wher got a couple, I think I chased one off, and then there was the silverrider and shooting and...." He felt really sick. Really. Sick.
Suddenly Becka was here instead. "I know what your name is," he scowled, unaware that the snap before she knelt next to him hadn't been meant for him. He looked at her. He blinked. "I... I feel really sick." He didn't want to throw up on her, or himself, or anyone else, but he felt really sick right now.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 6:55 pm
[Siata]
"A blanket for him would be great, thanks," She called out over her shoulder to V'eck. Siask came inside all the way with a slink, thumping comfortably behind the curtain. Let the haters hate, he was chill where he was. With the wher taken care of and V'eck being chill, the poor girl with the fake smile got her attention. the smithcrafter shifted from foot to foot, grin turning to a frown.
"Would helping guard the big angry wher help any?" The offer was said with the same sort of tone of 'oh, does my left shoe go on my right foot?' She had no idea what to do with this. Leader lady had to get all leadery again but shards, like teh rest of them, she looked so young. "It'd beat standing here. Hang out with me and the... s**t, what's his name again? Him. Meet Siask and all that."
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[Rochelle]
Her fingers curled more against C'tis with every word about death and shooting and how he got the bloodied face. Her voice - and words - were lost when Becka came up and... got mean? Luckily, Rochelle was distracted enough with an upset Carltis that she could only give the girl a bewildered look for the snapping. Hadn't she warned Tiny she wouldn't remember her name? She was bad with names, only reason those two even got them was because they were Weyrbrats together, and Aleck sat by her fathers sickbed with her for a turn.
--And a push. Hard enough to dislodge her fingers from where they touched Carltis, maybe unintended, maybe not, but it had her fingers forced away and a thundercloud of future violence forming on her face.
She scowled, fingers balling to fists when Aleck decided to go all 'smash a chair over a chicks face (metaphorically speaking)' on her. Rochelle hissed some ill-advised words (mostly consisting of four-to-five letters), shoulders tremblign with the effort not to kick Becka in the stomach. Sitting as she was on the cot, she could. She totally could.
"I'd go with Aleck if I were you," she bit out, voice low and scathing. Her ankles hooked together. Seriously, one swift movement and she could knock the wind from the little wher-brained fool.
What had she said about touching her?
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:01 pm
Becka had caught Aleck's thanks when she'd turned but had been almost instantly distracted by Bereck and Rochelle to have said anything to him. She heard Carltis explain to Rochelle before she'd moved in but said nothing, she knew.. or guessed as much before she'd backed from the door.
She was getting Calrtis to look at her, checking his good eye, the bad one bleeding enough to force him to keep it closed. She'd been about to reply to his mumbling, to him saying he felt sick when something slammed behind her, she jumped and half turned only to be addressed by Aleck, she was pretty much trying to ignore anything Rochelle was doing right now. "Aleck ... i need to stop his bleeding first and treat his shock ... tear me a new one later alright" she said, a little bit harsher than she'd meant to but Aleck was trying to get her to walk away from a patient... to 'talk'. Becka needed to deal with the situation NOW ... not get berated by a 'few turns older' lad. Sure he was dealing with his father being seriously hurt, himself hurt but Rochelle had taken care of that, had comforted him too, shards... she knew she shouldn't have pushed her, that she actually HAD appreciated the help in seeing to Aleck while she was off checking on others but the girl got under her skin.... even now when Becka was trying her best to ignore her and not react, trying NOT to snap at her and trying to do her 'job'. She set her jaw and refused to answer Rochelle, she needed to take care of Carltis first, anything else could, and would, come afterwards. "Carltis, stay here, don't stand up just yet ok?" she said to him gently before standing up and moving away from both Rochelle and Aleck, to fetch something to clean Carltis' face up.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:16 pm
He'd just snapped, without any of his usual thought or regard for the possible consequences - why? It wasn't like him; he needed a few solid days sleep and his father back to regain anything like his unruffled calm. Everything, everything, was upside down and out of joint. Aleck grimaced and ran a hand through his hair, adding a final touch of dishevellment. "Yeah. He's priority. But after."
It's what his father would have done. Well, no. His father would have pulled Becka off him, seen to Carltis himself because he could, and then given his apprentice a thorough bollocking after. With less healing knowledge than even an apprentice, all Aleck could do was let the most qualified person see to Carltis and wait, because it wasn't his infirmary and it wasn't his craft.
He set back down and took up Bereck's hand again. Shards. "Ro, can you find a.. a basin, or a bucket, or something? Just in case he throws up." The weyrbrat cast the glasscrafter a look he hoped would be interpreted as 'sorry,' and hoped she'd understand.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:23 pm
[V'eck]
A stiff nod, a blanket efficiently fetched... and almost a smile. "I am glad we have people like you on our side." He was happy this side of the curtain. He was safe from... from what was happening the other side.
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[Carltis]
"I-" People fighting. He felt really sick. "I'm... not going to stand up," he muttered as Becka moved away. He felt really sick. He curled up a bit more, and retched. He felt stupid and weak; nobody else had been sick, so why should he be? There had to be something wrong with him. He was being weak!
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:28 pm
[Rochelle]
She bared her teeth, for a split second looking like a shorter, curvier version of Carltis with his snarl. Her fists tightened, the look she gave Becka nothing short of murderous. She wanted a wher now, right now, as a pet, as a partner, just so she could have it rip this girl apart and claim temporary temper taking over her whers poor weak mind. <******** her.
Rochelle slid off the cot at Aleck's request - and even he got a heated look - before she stalked off to get a basin or bucket or something. Coincidentally, it took her right near Becka where Rochelle made sure to hiss at her, each word biting, "After all of this, I will find you. And I will hurt you."
She walked away without waiting for a reply from the little girl to go find a basin or something. In that, she missed Carltis vomiting.
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[Siata]
She gave a little salute to the silver rider. "It happens sometimes. We're cool."
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:44 pm
Becka nodded to Aleck, she really didn't care right now... she was shaken up, surprised at her attitude towards Rochelle, she tried to remember if she'd been the same towards her before today but she couldn't think, she was tired and stressed and currently the ONLY person people could look to for help if they were hurt... or rather, hurt badly... and Becka really didn't feel up to the task, she was terrified Bereck would die any moment, that she'd hear the lovely Berath's keen before she too left, so far it hadn't happened which was good but there was no telling what MIGHT happen.... She shook her head as the bowl was filling, she knew Bereck woulf probably tell her something reassuring.. or perhaps not... when word got to him of her and Rochelle's little... spat, perhaps he'd demote her or something...
She hadn't even noticed Rochelle coming up behind her, in fact her bowl was overfilling, so lost in her own thoughts, it didn't help that her hands were still shaking. She stared at Rochelle when the girl threatened her and the words were so full of malice she couldn't think of a single thing to say in reply, even after Rochelle walked off. Her eyes glistened with tears again, shells... apart from Aleck's little comment earlier, she'd practically got no praise, no words of real encouragement for everything she was trying to do and it made Becka feel very small indeed, what little confidence she had was slowly being shattered with everything that went wrong.
She reached Carltis and set the bowl down, wiping at her eyes with her now free hand, the other was holding a bandage and cleaning things. She knelt in front of Carltis, "Carltis, i need you to look at me again if you can... ok?" she asked him, gently trying to tilt his head towards her without forcing him. "I need to clean as much of this away as i can, because i need to make sure you haven't copied that Wher and lost an eye" she said, trying to lighten the mood that was getting darker. "You're probably going to need stitches if it won't stop bleeding Carltis" she said, biting her lip.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:48 pm
Aleck would have run a hand through his hair again, but his only good one was occupied. He tried to put the look out of his mind while he waited, and let go of his father's hand long enough to check his forehead and his pulse. He could hear the time for the bucket pass, but.. oh well.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:55 pm
[Carltis]
He felt humiliated. Totally and utterly humiliated. When his stomach stopped heaving he avoided looking at anyone and nodded stiffly. "Well, just do what you need to," he managed to cough before going on in clearer tones; "Looks like we could be in this for the long haul. I need to not be bleeding everywhere if I'm going to be the muscle around here." He didn't feel capable of being muscle right now. He just wanted to sit here and feel safe, and part of the group.
He looked at Becka.
"So... so... you think it needs sewing?" He could feel the hot wetness of blood running down his face. That was probably a yes then.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 8:03 pm
Becka smiled at him, it was a small smile but still... She made no mention of the fact she was kneeling in his vomit, she'd never been squeamish, it didn't matter, not to her, she could ... and would change, her clothes bloodied and stained enough by Bereck's bleeding all over the place. It didn't need mentioning, so what, he'd thrown up, he'd had a knife to his face and was bleeding heavily, he was in shock and that did strange things to a person. Even one as tough as Carltis liked to seem.
"Yes i think so" she said as she cleaned his face gently, taking care to try and not hurt him too much, it seemed that, thankfully, the blade had missed his eye, but the deep wound to his eyeridge would likely leave a scar to part the eyebrow, perhaps he'd like that, a big rugged scar, but Becka would do her best to minimise that. "Well, your eye seems to be ok, i can't clean too much up til i've closed that big cut up" she said, "I'm gonna put some numbweed around it, so i don't hurt you too much ok?" she said to him as she applied the stuff, "you're not going to be the muscle anywhere though, we have dragonriders, some older than both of us, you're going to stay here and rest once you're all cleaned up alright" she said 'sternly' but in a good natured way. "ok, i'm going to start stitching now Carltis, try to stay still for me" she said, as she began sewing the deep cut up, the smaller one on his cheek would probably be ok, but much deeper and she'd probably be seeing bone on his eye ridge.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 8:07 pm
[Rochelle]
She found a basin! One filled with rags, yes, but she'd tucked those into her belt so they hung like fun little tassles to the side. Soon it may be filled with vomit! When she got back though, nope, it seemed like shock and Carltis had taken care of that particular situation.
Basin now useless, Rochelle frowned into it. The hot surge of anger at Becka had not yet resurfaced, and damn Aleck for sending her away, but what now? She wasn't mad at him (probably), but he'd been on the receiving end of her glare anyway. Talking to Becka would involve punching her in the ace.
"You'll look dashing, Carltis," she said instead of anything worthy of beating Becka for. She moved behind the cot, putting the basin next to him and her other hand resting between his shoulders in comfort. "Battle wounds ad things like that. Me'n'Aleck can be the muscle for a bit while you get prettied up."
This time when she looked at Aleck, it wasn't a glare. That was good, wasn't it?
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 8:15 pm
Maybe this was how Carltis had felt, when everyone was fussing over him and Bereck and there'd been little that he could do. Maybe, except it seemed pretentious to put thoughts in the big weyrbrat's head when he'd only really known him for half a day, but if it was anything like this, Aleck felt a stab of guilt for not saying something to him to.. thank him? Draw him in?
He would have to, once this was done.
As Rochelle returned he looked up and his mouth flexed, but not quite in a smile. "Let me know," he said, "if I can do anything."
And he waited.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 8:31 pm
"Mmh." He didn't trust himself with more than a small noise at first. Her needle moved through his flesh. He felt it. It didn't hurt all that much, it mainly just sort of... tugged. He could feel himself shaking slightly.
"And... and how many of them? How many riders turned up to save us?" he mumbled. "We've got a battered little gang over there, a wingleader not too much older than me, and an old man." He needed her to finish so he could do what he was good at again. Stand guard. Wield weapon. Keep enemies out. No less, and certainly not more. Horrible insecure fear had sunk its talons into him and held fast; they had all just seen him vomit on himself, so why should they like him? They would just think he was weak.
"No!" His good eye swivelled to look at Rochelle. "No. I can be the muscle... I'll be fine. As soon as Becka's done, I'll be fine. Just you two stay here and... and get on with whatever you were doing before. I... I can't...." Did Becka feel like he did? Alone? "I said I was going to be the muscle or... or I said something like that to Aleck," he said after some moments. "I take out the things that want us dead, and... and anything that might hurt us. And. I." He still felt a touch cold, and rather shaky. "I'll take care of it." Had to make them believe, had to be stronger than ever! After what he had seen today though, and having his face sewn, he felt he had little more strength to spare.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 8:42 pm
[Rochelle]
"You are the muscle. You're huge and I'd be out cold by now with a cut to my face," Rochelle made her voice as soothing as she could be. She rubbed lightly at the spot between his shoulder blades - he'd not pulled back from her, after all. "We're going to stay with you, though, if that's okay."
He'd probably go rowr, no, it wasn't okay, but until then... Until then, she looked back at Aleck. He looked much less comfortable than he had a few minutes ago and part of that was her fault, she'd bet anything. The glasscrafter hesitated and held out her hand to Aleck as well. Palm up, she gave her head a little jerk and a silent mouthing of "Come over?"
Things would be alright.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 8:44 pm
Becka sewed, still making no note of the fact her knees were now soaked, it came with the work, you were going to get messy, s**t happened, almost literally sometimes, and you had to keep any comments to yourself, your patients were often ashamed at the things that happened it would be inhumane to remind them of it further and Becka wasn't about to start now, though she was uncomfortable. "Carltis.. you're hurt they're not, you're also in shock" she said calmly but firmly. She sewed quickly but carefully, when she was finished she smiled "There, now let's clean up your face properly and we can get you into that bunk" she said, getting a fresh cloth and wiping at his face, silently catching some vomit stuck to his chin, no point in making a fuss. She stood up and offered him an arm to help him stand, to hopefully at least sit on the bunk he'd been crouched near.
She did feel alone, the one person that she could usually rely on, was lying unconscious, his son injured and she hadn't even tended to him, then there was Rochelle... Becka sighed when she noticed the slightly cold tremble to Carltis, she put her hand on his arm and looked at him "Carltis you've done enough ... i..... thank you" she said, her eyes shining... shells she was going to cry again "We need... I need you to stay put, if you go out there half assed ... you're going to do more harm than good, better you're in here in case they get past the riders hmm?" she said to him, giving him a smallish smile.
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