Y'qua and Heimdath. If it had to be anyone on all of Pern, why them?
It had been a few days since Ngawanth's leg had been wounded and with the bandages and salve the pair were able to get her back up to her own comfortable weyrledge so she could relax away from all the other dragons pain and suffering, which hadn't seemed to do her very good. While the long green was fairly laid back and understanding of wounds and the need for death and the cycles of life, that didn't mean that she needed to look it in the face when she was healing. In fact it wasn't her own desire to leave so much as V'gar had leaned on her until she agreed to go and relax so she would heal better, her health their only interest. But it had sparked a slight discord between the two of them when the unthinkable had happened, when the terrible had happened. For if she hadn't gone back up to the ledge and if V'gar hadn't applied numbweed just when they had, she would have been there for her sister.
Unlike the turn previous when the stringy rider had found their best friend laying ill on the ground and raced them with Nga to the healers, V'gar was left running down the halls themself and cursing every slow step that they took, not nearly as fast as their twisting green. But that didn't even matter now, for Y'qua's name was banging around in their head along with alarm bells and fear so great that every step was like sinking into darkness. Ngawanth had been in a snappish enough mood that she hadn't told them what happened, instead focused fully on the other green to reach out gently.
All the worse, for she rarely ever showed any type of behavior like this, only when she was in the most pain or fear herself and given her feelings it only made sense. Still, it didn't do anything to ease V'gar's nerves as they skidded to a halt just before the entrance to the healers, a dozen or more different scenarios and wounds running through their mind. One finger reached up to trace down one of the many scars on their own face and served as a sort of deep wish that Y'qua hadn't suffered the same. Not Y'qua who's own expressions could make their heart skip a beat, or two.
Slowly they crept in, careful not to bother any that looked as though they were seriously and maybe even mortally injured in their movements or with any sound they might make as they cursed themselves. There were Healers around, but they were with riders and workers and to bother them would be the height of disrespect most likely, so instead they simply pulled back curtains gently and peaked for a familiar face, over and over past faces asleep and bandaged and irritated and... so many injured. These threadfalls had been terrible the past few weeks but this was terrible. If this was the extent of damage... what would Y'qua be...
There were only a few curtains left to pull back at last and when the thought ran through V'gar's mind they ripped the next curtain open and nearly fell in on themselves out of relief that it was indeed who they were looking for. Eyebrows pulled tight in concern, the rider slumped to the chair beside Y'qua's cot and tried to find words to even speak or to shake them awake or something, anything, but it was as if their throat had bound up tight. Instead they simply opted to cover their face with their hands, not at all worthy enough to even consider rousing up the sweet boy laying on the cot before them from sheer terror.
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