Office Hours :: Infirmary (Open)

[Invisible]

Being part of a power struggle continued to be an unhappy occurrence for K’mar. He didn’t like the way the healer and the weyrlingmaster continued to seem to be in some sort of contest over him. The misery he felt over the whole situation was only compounded when I’dalyn mentioned Volsteath. Without taking the time to consider what a bad idea it might be he sat up suddenly and looked over at the brown who was finishing his meal with his muzzle as far in the bucket as he might wedge it. If he had not felt a sudden wave of vertigo he might have stood, but as it was he just about nearly fell back onto his cot.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled while looking at his dragon. K’mar may have said the words out loud, but the direction of his gaze gave a good indication who was the recipient of his apology. It is ok, K’mar. I was fine this time.[/color] There was no reproach in Volsteath’s tone, but with those words there really didn’t need to be. Hurting as he was and with the brown’s little scold fresh in his mind it was not easy for the weyrling to look happy about anything. Even if he was pleased to know he would be out of here in the morning he still looked like a miserable man.

[anhydrous]

I'dalyn listened, fighting the urge to laugh, as Rivaly asserted her authority on the matter and exercised her tongue. If she was aiming to put him in his place with such talk she was about twenty turns too late. I’dalyn had been dealing with similar passive-aggressive attitudes since he was a babe.

As she talked circles around him with her minute posture shifts and little glances down to her charts, I’dalyn bit at his bottom lip as he watched K’mar wince in pain. Head injuries were tricky things. He did agree that the boy should be left in the infirmary for the night, but not at the expense of his dragon. K’mar could fight off a missed meal or poor treatment, but Volsteath wasn’t quite old enough to do so yet. This particular brownrider knew firsthand what any type of neglect could do to a young dragon.

After a lengthy pause where he was quite sure that Rivaly was done with her bit, I'dalyn blinked and matched the healer's clever smile. "So are you going to take care of Volsteath, or do I have to carry K'mar to the barracks and have him rest there?" His tone was nearly tolerant, albeit, slightly weary.

[blueaid]

"No," answered Rivaly in seeming plainness. Whether she meant "no" to taking care of Volsteath or "no" to carting off K'mar remained unqualified while she took a very calm breath and turned her shoulder to parallel the bed, to block off the address toward I'dalyn. Maybe it was just so she could loop the chart back around the bedpost, maybe it had nothing to do with physically severing the lines of communication-- but probably it was nothing so coincidental as all that.

She withdrew her glasses from her nose, folded them tidily to deposit them back in the pocket of her blouse, and explained to the weyrling directly, "You need to rest, K'mar. If you overdo it, you run the risk of damaging your head permanently-- which would be lovely for my work, a mentally deficient weyrling would make an excellent case study-- but not particularly promising for you, hmn? So please, get some sleep."

It was obvious, for a moment, that she was harboring some distinctly ill feelings toward I'dalyn, evidenced when she turned back to him briefly. "I do not tend dragons, Weyrlingmaster. If the dragonet needs looking after, I suggest you see that it's done." And she clearly meant to excuse herself to other business at that point, tried on a polite-but-blank smile that did not suit her particularly well. Ruffled feathers.

[anhydrous]

I’dalyn watched with a slight smile as Rivaly turned to pointedly ignore his presence. She certainly wasn’t going to make this any easier. It was painful, really, to interact with her. Placidly his eyes followed her glasses into her pocket, the dull ache of his own head reminding him that he’d need to get it seen to eventually. For now that would have to wait. He’d rather eat glass than to ask for something from this particular healer.

His smile didn’t really falter when she reprimanded him, and he nodded as if he understood. “Of course.” Why would she tend to the dragon? That’s what her staff were for. Hell, if he had enough to spare he’d send one of his own down to look after the little brown. Well, he’d see that it got done. Once again catching the infirmary aide’s eye, he waved in the direction of the dragon. The man glared at him levelly, but didn’t breathe a word of defiance.

“If he gets hungry again, you might want to find him some food.” By now I’dalyn was already walking in the direction of the door, his voice lofted overhead so that the aide might hear him. “If you’d rather not, or she tells you not to, he might make a rather large mess of the infirmary looking for his own meal.” He paused in his stride to pointedly glance at the mop, clearly indicating that the aide would probably be the one to clean up the frantic weyrling’s mess.

Without a single glance over his shoulder or apologetic change in tone, I’dalyn exited the room. Now that he was by himself, a scowl settled over his features. This day had been ridiculous. Quite frankly, he didn’t give a tunnelsnake’s ass if the healer didn’t like him. And if Volsteath came back to the barracks in distress, he’d send every sharding weyrling that he could find into the infirmary with their dragons to make a right mess of things. He was tired and cranky, and he still needed to find the weyrleader. Damn.

[Invisible]

Once more K’mar was entirely unsure what to do. He knew he needed to rest, but if Volsteath needed to be in the barracks to be taken care of he would pull himself out of bed. He was quite sure that the healer was just exaggerating about the danger. It was just a bump on the head and sure he felt dizzy still and couldn’t quite remember the event, but that was surely not anything too terrible.

All of that went through his mind as he watched the healer and his weyrlingmaster continue to argue. K’mar, you must say something. Otherwise you will never get any rest. It is important you get your rest.[/color] Volsteath was not sure what his rider might do, but he was quite sure that there was something. This arguing was not helping either of them. It certainly was not helping K’mar who would need his wits about him.

And so he was commanded by his brown to do something and so he had to. “Excuse me?” he got out after blinking several times to get things into focus. “My mother is over there,” he said with a limp wave towards where his mother stood. “She can help me see to Volsteath if I remain here.” Even if it would be horrid to get his mother’s help. It would be better than the fighting which kept him from sleeping.

[blueaid]

Rivaly left K'mar. She'd likely intended for him to get that much-needed sleep all along-- hence having nearly abandoned him prior to his mother's entrance and then I'dalyn's entrance. Her last remark was a simple, amusedly smiled, "We'll be grateful for her help while you remain here, K'mar. Rest well." She lowered a placid-looking nod to the weyrling's mother, leaving to her the care and keeping of the dragon, toward whom she still showed nothing but passive interest and a hint of distaste (dirty!).

With the Weyrlingmaster gone, she looked quite content to retire to a stool and some counter-space, to work on scribbling busily for a while yet. Afternoon had long since abandoned itself to evening, and even that was drawing to a close; before long, she'd be done for the night, and the infirmary would be left in the capable hands of aides.

One of whom would surely be responsible for mopping up after Volsteath. Lucky guy.