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Post by C'lyn on Jul 21, 2009 12:56:15 GMT -5
C'lyn settled the mask about his mouth and nose more comfortably as he paused for a moment to check the hides in his hands. He shook his head and sighed to himself as he made a few notes. This flu making its rounds was a nasty one.
He was lucky he hadn't gotten it, and he hoped that he wouldn't. He worried about Gaylen and Rannell and he knew he was probably driving the blue rider crazy with reminders of hygiene and drinking plenty of fluids.
He moved to the bed of a young drudge and placed his hand gently against the young woman's forehead, frowning as he felt her high temperature. He sat gently on the edge of the cot and helped the girl sit up and helped her drink some water. He settled her back on the pillow and tucked the blanket about her before placing a cool, damp cloth on her forehead.
"You're doing fine dear," he said soothingly as he left, closing the curtain around the cot as he did so. Rhapsody chirped softly from her post on the table where C'lyn had been working with herbs. C'lyn sighed softly and moved to the table, looking down at the mixture of herbs he was using to break fevers and soothe coughs, but nothing seemed to working to get rid of this sickness completely.
He wanted to contact the Healer Hall, but the Weyrwoman had decided it wasn't needed yet, so C'lyn followed her orders. He set his hides on the table and moved to wash his hands thoroughly.
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Post by D'gellin on Jul 21, 2009 14:57:14 GMT -5
Well this was just a fantastic predicament. D'gellin groaned and rolled over in his bed, resenting the light and condemning any sound that filtered in through the blankets he'd barricaded himself under. Are you not well, D'gellinmine? Have you been eating a lot of bubbly pie again? Lancetoth greeted him, much too cheerily. The mental touch was like fire for the rider's headache. From within his cocoon of a comforter, D'gellin swore silent vengeance on the drudge who had sneezed on his last piece of pie. D'gellin was endowed with just enough youthful overconfidence to shrug it off back then. After all, he rarely ever got sick, and it hadn't actually hit the pie directly, more like a side-sneeze spraying - D'gellin shot up out of his bed and darted for the bathroom, teetering as the the sudden movement made his head spin, but he made it to the necessary before he upchucked all over the room at least...
"Sharding-" He sat against the wall, feeling dizzy. It had only been a sore throat yesterday, which was annoying enough, but now this? Perhaps you should see a Healer now, mine? Lancetoth suggested uneasily. An anxious D'gellin was one that the bronze knew how to handle, but a sick one...well Lancetoth was rather stuck on his dragonledge, rendering him effectively useless in this instance. "I don't want tooo." D'gellin whined, flopping over. Shards, the ground felt nice and cool, maybe too cool. He shivered. Lancetoth snorted. Well I am not negotiating. Go to the Healers, mine. Or would you rather forfeit the Tournament on account of a cold? This, in D'gellin's eyes, was a much better argument. With a scowl he brought himself to his feet and searched for a clean tunic. Maybe if he could just get something to quell the headache...
But shards, did he ever hate the Healing Cavern. It always smelt too clean...D'gellin ran a hand through his hair as he turned the corner. "Uhm.." He hovered at the doorway, suddenly feeling flushed at the sight of closed curtains that likely held bedridden behind them. That was a place he didn't want to be in. Oh it was just a cold...maybe he shouldn't bother...D'gellinmine. They're plenty busy already. And I can still walk, so I'll manage. He replied automatically to the warning from his dragon, defiant and too proud to admit help. He started to turn around, deciding he'd sleep it off in his room...
Except he suddenly felt a little too weak and a little too dizzy, and found himself leaning against the wall, shard it all. No, I'm terribly sorry, D'gellinmine, you're quite capable. Are you planning on finding the floor on your own next? Came the biting masked concern of his dragon, and then he raised it to address Greylith with an unmistakable sigh. Greylith? Mine is being ridiculous. I do not suppose we could barrow yours for a moment? "Traitor." D'gellin mumbled in embarrassment as he stepped away from the wall, feigning strength. He tried not to wonder if the blush on his face wasn't partly from fever...
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Post by C'lyn on Jul 21, 2009 15:33:45 GMT -5
Greylith automatically sent soothing thoughts along with her reply to the bronze. Of course. Mine is on the way to assist yours,[/color] the green informed the bronze even as she relaid the request to C'lyn.
C'lyn frowned and looked toward the doorway, spotting the young bronze rider leaning against the door way. He hurried over and placed a steadying hand on D'gellin's shoulder, his other hand pressing gently against the younger man's forehead. He shook his head and helped him stand straighter. "Well, D'gellin come with me and we'll see if we can't get you something to help you feel better," he said calmly as he lead the bronze rider to a nearby free bed.
"Alright, tell me how long you've felt this way," he said, keeping his voice soft and soothing as he began mixing a packet of herbs into a waiting glass. He poured water from the pitcher and mixed them together. "I know this won't taste the best, but it will calm your headache and help with the fever you have," he smiled behind the mask in place over his nose and mouth. He hated having to wear it, but as Master Healer he couldn't take any chances of getting sick himself.
He held the glass for D'gellin to assist the young man if he needed it with one hand while the other poured cool water into a bowl with a clean cloth in it. He rang out the excess water and pressed the cool cloth gently to D'gellin's forehead.
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Post by D'gellin on Jul 21, 2009 17:02:02 GMT -5
Lancetoth was just thanking Greylith as C'lyn appeared, offering a steadying hand that D'gellin wasn't about to admit he might have just a little maybe needed...But this was the part he hated most about the Healing Cavern; getting worried over was something D'gellin was neither used to nor comfortable with. He tried his best to act stronger than he was, grimacing at the bed and choosing only to sit on the edge, but he really did feel flushed.
At C'lyn's question, D'gellin scratched at the back of his head. "Uh...I had a sore throat yesterday, but it was only just worse today..." His eyes never left the concoction the Master Healer was brewing, scrunching his nose like a despondent child as the glass was held out. "It is a fever then?" He couldn't help but ask unhappily as he accepted the glass, feeling a little better now that he was sitting down and about to get relief from the medicine. Blahg - he tried to drink it in one swig - it tasted awful though, and his head was still ringing from the effort of just getting to the Healing Caverns. Shard it all, D'gellin was stronger than this!
Everyone gets sick, mine. Lancetoth admonished gently, considerably more at ease now that D'gellin was getting proper attention, whether the bronzerider liked it or not.
The cool cloth, however, did feel really nice. "Thanks..." He said, if a bit reluctantly. "But it doesn't last long...does it?" He added hesitantly after a moment, making a vague gesture to indicate the illness. He'd noticed a couple others had gotten sick...heard mumbles about it in the Lower Caverns. He just hoped it wasn't...dangerous... "Lancetoth and I are participating in the Tournament." He explained, scowling at the scratchiness of his voice through the whole conversation.
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Post by C'lyn on Jul 21, 2009 20:02:53 GMT -5
C'lyn nodded as D'gellin answered his question. He pulled a folded piece of hide from his pocket along with a charcoal stick. He made a quick note and set the hide down on the small bedside table. "Yes, I'm afraid it is a fever," he said with a slight shake of his head.
"So far it hasn't seemed to last longer then a few days, but it seems to keep coming back," he said truthfully, not wanting to lie about something like this. He took out a packet with small pieces of hard candy and offered it too the young bronze rider. "This will help your throat," he said.
When D'gellin mentioned the tournament he smiled. "Greylith and I are planning on participating as well. Which event are you and your bronze planning on competing in?" he asked, anything to help the poor boy keep his mind off his dilemma.
"I would like it if you would at least stay here tonight so that I can keep an eye on you. I promise I won't hover and will leave you to your rest, just check on you a few times unless you need anything. I can even arrange to have something brought for you to eat if you feel up to it, but I'm afraid it will need to be broth and bread. Anything richer might not agree with your stomach," he explained, resting a comforting hand on the young man's shoulder.
He glanced toward the fire place where he had his apprentices keeping blankets warm, along with klah, soup and other things that needed to be warm. He turned his attention back to D'gellin and took the cloth, dipping it back into the cool water then returning it to his forehead. Dabbing it along his cheeks as well.
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Post by D'gellin on Jul 21, 2009 21:38:55 GMT -5
He'd liked the idea of it only lasting a few days, he supposed he could handle that if he really had to but "It keeps coming back?" D'gellin groaned, more for the sake of complaining than as a question. He finally relented to laying down, though it was more of a defeated flop. What kind of illness did that? Would it last forever? The thought made D'gellin suddenly disheartened. He was still young, and he'd come so far since arriving at Araelen. He was even a Wingleader for Faranth's sake! To be permanently hampered by an act of carelessness...He was very good about taking the candy now, popping it in his mouth without complaint and mumbling a thanks.
"Hm? Oh, Lanny and I are in Concentration." He couldn't help the little tug of a smile at the thought. "We got second in the first Tournament so we're hoping for first this time around...What about you and Greylith?" He asked, more for politeness than genuine interest. A green wouldn't be involved in Concentration, so she wasn't competition.
D'gellin just nodded as C'lyn explained that the bronzerider should stay overnight. The Healer was doing a better job of not fretting than D'gellin had feared, and seemed to be making reasonable compromises. "Guess I don't really have a choice." He replied, perhaps a bit impertinently. Just because he understood didn't mean he very much wanted to give in. If anyone knew he was hiding out in the Healing Cavern! It grated on his little reservoir of pride. The sooner you rest, the sooner you can get out, D'gellinmine Always my voice of reason, aren't you. Someone has to be. He sighed, feeling guilty for his stubbornness. "Sorry, I'm not very good at playing patient." He admitted to C'lyn in his own defense, mouth pulling down at the corner with a shrug.
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Post by **Auria (etc)** on Jul 22, 2009 14:53:23 GMT -5
His Impression to Iolath had taken everyone by surprise, and the other drudges were particularly jealous. Thus, many of them sniggered behind his back when they saw that T'rasel's newly exaggerated strut had slowed and turned into a bit of a stagger.
He'd been in much closer contact than many of the other Weyrlings, who had grumbled a bit when the barracks had to be rearranged to accommodate him, to the lower caverns staff ... and that appeared to be where the fever had begun to take hold.
Thus it should be no surprise to the healers ... though it was to T'rasel, who had always thought he could con his way out of anything ... to find the new blue Weyrling leaning against the doorway to the Infirmary.
It appeared that there was a healer present, as medications had been opened and jostled about, though T'rasel's watery eyes could see no one at the moment. His hand firmly on Iolath's head, and dreading the reverberation he knew his voice would send through his fevered brain, the boy called out, "Hello?"
Hello, hello? Io sent out to any dragon who might be remotely attached to a rider in the Healing Caverns. My rider is very ill, he has a scorching brain-fever and has been vomiting up everything he has eaten for days and days and days. It is a great and dire emergency!
Io, it is NOT that bad, T'rasel corrected, I just have a bit of ... something ... and I've only vomited up one meal.
But it could get worse! the little pale turquoise blue stretched his short neck, and the cobalt stripes along it rippled and he strove so hard to peer into the room that he nearly fell forward.
T'rasel sighed. I suppose, he said, and waited to see if anyone had heard. The way Iolath was babbling on, it was more a wonder that everyone within dragon-thought range hadn't already come running!
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Post by C'lyn on Jul 23, 2009 16:23:33 GMT -5
C'lyn smiled and tilted his head slightly. "Greylith and I are in the Agility competition," he said. It was the one competition they really enjoyed. "I'm sure you and your Lancetoth will do your best," he said, not wanting to say they would win, he had no way of knowing that.
He laughed and nodded in understand as D'gellin apologized. "Oh, I'm not a very good patient myself, Its a wonder Gaylen hasn't threatened to have Alabanth sit on me to keep me in bed the times I had an illness," he said with a wink to the young man.
Just then he heard someone call out from the entryway. The Greylith was telling him that Iolath's was sick at the door.
C'lyn frowned and looked down at D'gellin. "I want you to get some rest right now and I'll check on you in a bit. I need to check on the young man at the door," he said as he pulled the blanket over D'gellin. "Just call if you need anything," he said before pulling the privacy curtain closed.
He hurried toward the door and saw T'rasel and Iolath. He hurried over to them and knelt down to help steady to pale blue as he nearly fell forward. "So, you have a fever and you've been sick?" he asked the young man as he reached out to lightly place his hand against his forehead.
He stood and held out a hand to offer a steadying hand to one of the cots if he wanted the help. "We have an empty cot right over here," he said soothing.
Greylith sent soothing thoughts to the young blue. Calm young one. Your rider needs you to be calm. Mine will take the very best care of yours,[/color] the green assured the young blue gently and calmly.
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Post by D'gellin on Jul 23, 2009 21:17:51 GMT -5
"Thanks, best of luck to you and Greylith too." He made a 'cheers' motion with the glass he'd drank the medicine from then returned it to C'lyn. He failed to catch himself from making a face at the aftertaste.
At the greenrider's admittance of his own poor manner as a sickling, D'gellin smiled briefly and chuckled. "You'll have to tell Lancetoth that some time. He thinks I'm a right baby." Well you are, Lancetoth reminded D'gellin with a mental grin. but you're my over-sized baby rider, so I suppose I'll forgive you. Gee thanks, Lancetoth. But he sent his love to his bronzen brother all the same.
...Until Lancetoth was distracted by the anxious young blue mind probing the Healing Cavern. Yours is ill as well? Mine has been feverish and vomiting. I had to take him to the Healers before collapsed in the toilet![/color] Lancetoth announced with inappropriate cheerfulness, as though this sickness their riders shared bonded them in some sort of camaraderie.
D'gellin wished he could find a nice hole to hide in. Lancetoth! Shut. It. But it's true... He readjusted his attention on C'lyn. "Sure, and um...thanks..." D'gellin said, a bit gruffly, before the Healer drew the curtain. Yeah...he'd sleep this whole mess right off...
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Post by **Auria (etc)** on Jul 25, 2009 11:29:35 GMT -5
Oh yes, oh yes, Iolath broadcast to both Greylith and Lancetoth, Mine has been so very ill! You should have SEEN what came out of his stomach just a short time ago! Ewwww!
T'rasel rolled his eyes, but smiled thankfully as C'lyn offered him the support. "Io is a bit ... overzealous at times," he said, though the words were slightly garbled toward the end, as the world started to spin around him. He settled onto the offered bed most gladly.
"I apparently am now also getting dizzy," he said, looking up at C'lyn with exasperation. "Maybe Io's not so far from wrong after all. I've vomited this morning and do believe I have a fever -- which feels like it might be climbing. And I've had a cough on and off ... it was clear yesterday but this morning there's some green gunk coming up." He made a face at the memory, and reached out to stroke the pale turquoise head of Iolath ... who promptly deposited said head dramatically in his rider's lap.
Greylith tells me that you may actually live, Mine. Oh, I would be so happy if you would live!
T'rasel chuckled and relayed his dragon's thoughts to C'lyn with a slightly lopsided smile. "Like I said, a bit overzealous."
[**OOC: I realize Greylith didn't actually say that, but what Io hears and what he relays are often quite different <G>]
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