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Although the infirmary is well managed and has a great deal of bed space it has been packed full of wounded survivors.

The current death toll to the Weyr's occupants is 63. There are still a few in critical care and many others with moderate to severe injuries. The new tools developed last year have been a determining factor in the survival rate. More work and development is recommended.

Supplies for the infirmary are low but the Dragon Riders keep foraging the raw materiel's we need. I would like to ask for additional medical assistants and supplies.

Bandages are our greatest supply need at this time, although cases of numbweed and redwort are needed as well. Herbs for cramps and dysentery would be helpful.

I will send another status report in two weeks time. Till then, I hope all goes well with you Masterhealer.

Asharra
Master Healer
Selenitas Weyr

Asharra sat back from the small desk and sighed. So many of these people have died. Until she heard the screams of dragons and felt the overpowering thoughts of grief and suicide she had no idea of how close a rider and dragon were. Since her arrival here she had received nothing but respect from her colleges and others of the Weyr. She grieved for their losses now too, for some of those who had died where people she had come to respect.

I never thought I would grieve for the death of dragon riders She had slowly gained a respect for the men and women of this Weyr. She had been suspicious at first...waiting to see the same habits that had disgusted her in years past...but didn't find them. Seeing that these people simply worked, lived, played, hoped... allowed her to slowly begin to change her views on dragonriders. It had given her much the think about.

She stood up and felt her lower back crack. She gently stretched her arms upward...well aware of the bruising on her arms and soreness of her right external oblique*. Between getting pushed over and some rough handling she had acquired the bruises and pulled muscles...yet compared to others, had only mild injuries.

She began to make her rounds, checking patients and fluids and bed pans.

*External Oblique=largest and the most superficial (outermost) of the three flat muscles of the lateral anterior abdomen.

[ladybug]

Even in the infirmary, Rilyer stuck to his old habits. He was bedridden most of the time, but he was awake a lot more during the night and slept through the entire day. At the moment, he was wide awake, although the pain made him wish he was still asleep. He propped the pillow up and sat up a little, wincing. How could it take so much effort just to sit?

He cast his mind out and felt Rilysk's comforting presence. The brown was just waking up, and Rilyer received images of the halls of the Wherhandler apartments, then the dark weyrbowl. He closed his eyes, seeing through his wher's images, until something pounced on his stomach and distracted him. Opening his eyes again, he saw Insomnia perched on his stomach, teetering dangerously. Awake! How feel? Want food! she said, darting forward to nuzzle his cheek but instead losing her balance and toppling off of the cot and onto the floor.

"Oof. I'm as fine as I might be, and you need to stop falling off," Rilyer answered, looking down at the little green 'mandyr. She stood up, staggered dizzily, almost tripped over her frill again. He wished he could bend down and help her, but moving from the cot was impossible at the moment. Eventually, Insomnia made her way back to his side, curling up in the crook of his arm. Hungry,[/color] she reminded him apologetically.

Noticing that the Healer was beginning her night rounds, Rilyer lifted his hand to wave her over. "Excuse me? Insomnia needs something to eat. Some scraps of meat would do fine. And maybe some numbweed for myself."

[archenstone]

Hearing a voice call out, she turned to see who it was. She nodded and smiled, getting the numb weed before walking over to him.

As Asharra walked over she looked at Rilyer and Insomnia. She fought back the disdain she automatically felt with creatures in the infirmary. Instead she gave a small smile and said, "Would...Insomnia....eat cooked meat? I'd like to avoid contamination with raw food..."

She was beginning to get used to certain people waking at night. It was different, to be sure, after spending her time in most places where people only sleep at night. She found it to be a nice change of pace...a way to stay awake. While waiting for his reply to her question she began to check his bandages and apply the numbweed.

[ladybug]

Rilyer offered the Healer a weak smile. Some part of him was disappointed that the healer on duty wasn't some pretty young woman (or handsome man), but that was stupid. It wasn't like he was up to flirting now, anyway. He opened his mouth to answer her question, but Insomnia beat him to it. Yesyesyes cookedyummy hungry! she informed Asharra matter-of-factly.

Rilyer chuckled. "Yeah, that would be fine." He winced slightly as she began to move the bandages, sucking in a breath at the pain. Fortunately, it subsided when she applied the numbweed. Ah, numbweed, fellis, it was all so nice. Ril smiled to himself. Such silly things were the highlight of his day now. "I'm Rilyer, by the way. Handler of brown Rilysk. What's your name?"