Florian, Journeyman Healer and Jr. Dragonhealer (Igen Weyr)

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Assist with upkeep of Infirmary.

He hadn't been a dragon healer apprentice long, but for some reason the three sevendays he had been at Fort Weyr seemed like an eternity. Though the Fort Hold Healerhall was a short dragon ride away, he felt oddly cut off, and not just from all he had known. Treated as a candidate here at the Weyr, he found himself at unusual loose ends. Truthfully, he'd never had much time that wasn't spent doing something, so from sundown until lights out, he hadn't been sure what exactly he should be doing. Most of the other boys here gathered together and discussed the girls, dragons, or both... but not even Florian's favorite topic could lure him into being social. As much as he liked talking about dragons, it just wasn't enough to get him over his indifference for those his age.

Tonight though, he'd finally had enough. After chores were done in the kitchens and he had assisted one of the senior Weyrhealers check in on a few weyrbound convalescents, he followed the man back to the infirmary. It was nearing sundown, but Florian was feeling unusually adamant against returning to the barracks for another night of doing nothing. The healer, a slight man in his late fifties, appeared to accept his presence as a matter of course, so without so much of a word, he quietly did as the man bade and straightened what things needed to be straightened. The man hadn't been the best company earlier in the day, scarcely saying a word, but Florin had learned well enough by what wasn't said. Truthfully, he'd done something similar to this particular chore for ages in the Healerhall, oftentimes a little resentfully, but this time around it was oddly cathartic. Working his way around the smaller of the three treatment rooms, he neatly dusted and filed, noticing with some amusement that some overzealous Senior had gone so far as to label every single shelf with what should go there, even attaching bits of colored twine that would match the twine on the rim of th right medicinal bottles. After a few moments puzzling out the uses of some of the bottles, Florian finally finished the room, surveying it critically before turning to leave. He'd already made up his mind that he'd do this again tomorrow, unless they kicked him out or the old man snarled at him.

The senior healer met him at the front door, where a small desk was stationed and a meal was already waiting. Curious, Florian started to ask if the old man was the one who also spent the night here, but the man beat him to the question with a rueful grin. Suddenly, the reason behind his earlier temper became clear, and Florian allowed a small measure of sympathy to creep onto his usually passive features.

"I appreciate the help more then you know lad, sorry about my prickliness earlier." The old man said, sitting down slowly with a visible wince of pain. "You'd be welcome to stay for awhile if you like, I had'em bring enough for two." He added once he was seated, waving his hand at a second plate of food Florian had missed seeing. Florian's stomach hadn't made an appearance yet, but it had occurred to him once he caught a whiff of the fresh bread that he had missed dinner. Still...

"M thanks Sir, but I wouldn't want to intrude-" He started...

"Nonsense, sit down and eat boy. I know you missed dinner."

Florian never had been one to argue, and clearly he wasn't going to be crossing some invisible line of tolerance by staying. SO he sat with a thud and a slight grunt of assent before heartily applying himself to his dinner. The old man smiled briefly at his appetite, but was soon lost in his own dinner to comment further.  

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Cleaning and Care of Medical Instruments

After dinner, Florian (still loathe to go back to the barracks) asked hesitantly if there was anything else that may need doing around the clinic. Initially the old man waved him off cheerfully enough, but when he caught sight of the wistful look in the young journeyman's eyes, he grinned.

"Boy, you're worse then I was at your age! How about I show you some of the special scalpels we have for slicing through dragonhide? I bet they're nothing like you've ever seen!"

tbc  

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Fetch and Carry

The following day started much the same, with typical candidate chores in the morning and his duties as a dragohealer apprentice in the afternoons and evenings. Like the previous day, Florian was again paired with the old Healer Terren, but with the understanding they had reached the night before still in attendance, today's weyr calls were a lot more informative.

Despit having to do a lot more physical labor!  

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Needlethorn Woes

The trials and tribulations of a much put upon dragonhealer apprentice at Fort Weyr.

And how he really put his foot in it....  

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The Lord of Dooright

AKA, "The day Roco learned some manners..." and better known as what happens when a little brown firelizard crosses the wrong holdbred wher handler and receives a swat for his efforts. Some bandages required.  

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The Lord of Discipline I

Assisting Junior Apprentices with learning duties, Florian acquires a new nickname. Good thing he thinks it's supposed to be a compliment.  

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Stillroom Blues

Preparing medicine can be soothing for the preparer and the patient.  

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Understanding Pain

Performing first aid on a firelizard is a whole lot harder when it is your own friend in pain. Roco got caught (literally) between a rock and a hard place when dodging the (figurative) bullet of an angry watchwher.  

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Understanding Pain II

Roco's injury turns out to be a lot worse then originally thought, and surgery is required.  

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The First Exam

Never one to back down from a challenge, Florian allows himself to be tested (again) for Journeyman rank... this time as a Weyr trained Dragonhealer. Until the test turns out to be an elaborate joke played on him by his mentor to test how he handles himself under stress, Florian really thinks the world has it out for him when Roco shows up as 'the patient' again. Will this lizard EVER learn?