you'll trigger a landslide [tags kostya//healer]

[Avu]

“Fuck, ow!”

VixHers hurt? Tekivisk was at his heels instantly from where she’d been dropping behind, exhausted; the green wher pranced in her anxiety, head held high and her eyes fixed on Vix, but she knew better than to touch. The first time Vix had jarred his cut hand on the way to the Infirmary, she had touched and had nearly knocked him over – and given that he’d been transformed into a crutch for Kostya, the other greenwherling probably would’ve gone toppling over as well. No, Tekivisk had learned her lesson – but she still fretted whenever the razor-sharp hurt went back.

This time it was because he’d actually managed to lose his balance on his own (well – not entirely. Blame a step that he hadn’t anticipated) and had grabbed automatically for support. Turned out that grabbing onto a rough stone railing when your hand was sliced open to the bone wasn’t a good idea, who would’ve known? Vix ducked his head, turning away from Kostya as much as he could manage – which wasn’t very much, given, again, his occupation as a temporary crutch – in an attempt to hide the sting of tears from the older man, his grasp around Kostya tightening as he pressed his throbbing hand against his shirt again.

As if it wasn’t already stained enough already, dark brown and bright red where dried and fresh blood mixed. Pfft.

“Get back,” he hissed at Tekivisk, blinking rapidly before he turned back towards the Infirmary that was getting closer. Kind of. It still seemed pretty far away, and he was seriously considering turning around just to see if they’d left a pretty little trail of blood or not. The green dropped back obediently, tilting her head anxiously at Konstask. Her sister’s Mine was still doing okay, yes? As was she? The wherling was clearly tired, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be polite – Konstask’s had been so nice about making sure Hers got to the Infirmary.

Well, not really, according to Vix, but it was close enough.

And yes – the Infirmary, finally. Vix kicked the door open, perhaps a bit more forcefully than he needed to, and immediately shrugged the shoulder close to Kostya, arm dropping from the other wherling’s waist abruptly. “There’re chairs, you can sit now. Are there even any Healers on shift at night?”

[rii]

Kostya was surprised. No, not by the swear dropping irritably from Tekivix's mouth. That actually caused his lips to quirk in a half show of an amused smile. Followed with a sympathetic wince when he noticed the blood smear left behind on the stone. The younger wherling had really cut himself good. Someone needed to teach him to handle a knife better – but really what would be the point. Not like Vix was prone to be in another situation where he had to cut himself open.

What had Kostya in a state of quietness was the unexpected cooperation from his fellow wherling. Kostya had figured Tekivix would have done anything – everything – to twist away from him. Instead, with an arm around Tekivix's shoulders, and the other male's arm circling his bare waist, Kostya was almost pleased with the results. The older male was very much like a cat in the way he enjoyed contact. It wasn't sexual to him, just.. comfortable. Oh it had other perks but it just stood true enough that he was most content when he was curled lazily around someone. Truthfully more of Kostya was appreciative of the help at the moment. What had started out as just a game to bother his favored individual turned into a situation where he actually needed the support. The further along they went, the harder it got to step down on his injured leg – which may have likely led to Tekivix's stumbles.

The sudden squeeze of arm drew a questioning eyebrow up, but since Tekivix was doing well to keep his face turned away, Kostya did the only nice thing he really knew and.. didn't draw attention to the seemingly out of place gesture. A shame he hadn't pulled on a shirt before attending the hatchling.. would of made a decent enough cloth to wrap the younger male's hand. Or his leg, he supposed, if he wanted to be more selfish.

Konstask wasn't too mindful of her chosen's pain as was her sister. Her only comment on the matter was that it was her's fault for trying to refuse her. Unconcerned, she hopped to and fro around the hallway in childish delight of adventuring somewhere new and unexplored. The questions from her sister received a pleasant brush – much like the arch of a purring feline – in return. The little green liked the attention. She bounded up to her sister, nosing her in the side with expressive tail flicking playfully in her wake. Oh yes, she was wonderful – and hers would be fine too – wasn't this exciting sister? Konstask shared the most recent smell of her discovery with her brighter hued sibling.

Kostya caught the swinging door with his free hand when it rebounded off the wall and nearly knocked right back into them with the force Tekivix used to kick it open. A small tug of a smile at the corner of his lips. Angry? Just a bit? Kostya obliged to the shrug off by dropping his arm, shifting his weight to balance over his good foot. His eyes followed Tekivix for a moment, worrying over the gruesome state of his shirt.

"Yes, there is." He agreed, albeit dryly, to Tekivix's comment on the chairs. Kostya nudged the younger wherling toward said seats. And he might have followed if not for the distressed howl from out in the hallway. Oh it was so terrible hers! So bright in there. Come get her! Kostya visible winced at the impact on his mind. At first he tried to ignore her, telling her to stay out in the darkened hallway – which resulted in more howling. Nooo! Come get her now. "Well if there is one on shift–" Kostya voiced while rubbing an ear. Yes, whoever was around should very clearly hear that. Kostya held up a single finger with his other hand, gesturing that he would be back in a moment.

By placing only the slightest of pressure on the ball of his injured foot, Kostya managed a limping hop back out the doorway. There his little girl barked at him, twirling around in a circle as he crouched. Such a little fuss maker. Konstask jumped into his outstretched arms, nuzzling against his chest before draping her head over his bicep. At his command she let her eyes fell to a close. Kostya sent a curious glance toward Tekivisk. "Do you want a free ride too?"

[Avu]

He really…really should’ve thought this out better.

Vix blinked, and didn’t wobble when Kostya released him, pressing the hand that wasn’t sliced open against the nearest counter. And then…he blinked again, because were the Infirmary lights always this bright? The wail from Konstask reminded him that, oh, right, he kind of had a wher to think about now, albeit one that was not quite as noisy as her sibling. He steadied himself against the counter, pressing his hand against his eyes, and groaned her name: “Tekivisk…” Faranth, really. He’d forgotten whers were light-sensitive…

Probably because Tekivisk had seemed very content just a minute ago, even going as far as to offer a mrrrp out loud to Konstask and lick her sister on the shoulder, because, yes, she was having a good time, hurt aside. It was nice having company, very nice indeed. And yet, the same creature had recoiled so sharply from the light of the Infirmary that she’d ended up on her rump – not vocally protesting like Konstask, but the upset flared nonetheless. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she couldn’t help but broadcast the mental call. ViiiiixHers, it huuuurt.

“Nff,” Vix responded eloquently to Kostya, squeezing his own eyes shut and then blinking rapidly a few times. “Lucky us. Tekivisk, get out of my head…” Because, ow. Easier if he focused on something that was not…a light, so Vix watched Kostya, eyes faintly narrowed; he lacked the energy required to actually go and fetch Tekivisk like Kostya was his wher. She could wait outside. It wasn’t like the cut was a very long one, even if it was pretty deep – shouldn’t take too long. She’d be fine, right?

Wrong, apparently.

The idea of being left in the hallway by not only VixHers and Kostya but also by Konstask was too much for Tekivisk; the green offered a low keen of distress. Kostya’s offer had her brightening again, noticeably, though her head stayed canted away from the light cast by the open door. But…no, she didn’t wish to intrude upon Kostya and Konstask, so she’d just…she crawled carefully to Kostya’s side, planted her muzzle against his uninjured leg, closed her eyes. He could guide her, couldn’t he? She so did wish to go in, but she didn’t want to knock into things…

Vix sniffed quietly, but he didn’t protest – even though he had a distinct feeling that having Tekivisk near him would make the whole bright-light-ow thing worse. Whatever. Instead, he braced his hand back against his shirt, turning to glance across the Infirmary, and then yell – simply because he’s normally quiet doesn’t mean he can’t be loud – “Hello? We’re bleeding and it kind of, yeah, hurts and…and ugh, I’ve got a headache…” The last was muttered, Vix offering a glare at Tekivisk – it was probably her fault, after all.

[rii]

Kostya moved his wher to one arm, shifting so she could hide her face in the crook of his arm. Having just hatched neither of the two greens were that big. Tekivisk's gentle touch to his leg was endearing and he wasn't about to leave her out in the hallway to keen in distress. Yes, he noticed that Vix had remained inside the infirmary. From past experience it hardly seemed an educated guess to think Tekivix wasn't thrill with having impressed. Kostya wasn't too keen on the idea either. He, however, was highly adaptive and was determined to make the situation work to his advantage.

And.. quite honestly.. catering to Konstask personality didn't strike him as any different as he treated Marsayis at times. Impressed to a female version of his friend; highly amusing.

"Just close your eyes sweetheart," He smiled down at the second green, winding an arm around Tekivisk's midsection and lifting her into his arm in the same fashion he held his own wher. Rising back upright took a good deal of balance and Kostya wince with the effort it took. Careful steps were taken back into the light, the older male's pale eyes sweeping over Vix's frame. Looked pale – hopefully the kid wasn't going to pass out on him right then and there. Kostya couldn't carry him too.

With a nod of his head (his hands were quite full) Kostya gestured to one of the enclosed rooms. The door was closed, however, and might as well get Vix headed in that direction to at least open the door. "Can cover the glows in there." Yes, think of the poor little whers. Had nooothing to do with trying to get Tekivix somewhere to make the kid sit down. Shards, how much blood had he lost to that shirt? Kostya started to limp in that direction. Again not giving Vix much of a choice.. he had the kids baby wher after all. She seemed nice enough not to rip open his side with squirming.

"I'm sure someone is here, probably busy." Cue wince as he used his injured leg without hopping. He shot Tekivix a playful smile – regardless of the other's obvious ill mood. Kostya was very much a contrary person. Where other people would be pissed, he often behaved in a delighted fashion just to balance things out. Or flat out annoy. "They can just follow the blood trail into the room." His bloody half-print did leave a nice set of tracks on the flat stone.

[Tashe]

Nightlings hatch. Muchmuch chatter. Muchmuch gossip. Mandah saids 'spect leakers!' "Wher or human?" Humanlings! "... great." Hell of a time to pick to hatch seeing as no one on shift was a proper Healer. He didn't know if Mayari had any experience with Humans, and Raebelli was only a mindhealer. All of his experience came from the battlefield, and the occasional wound or two from hatchings that required stitches. "How bad?" Umum! Two on way no badbad. No know others. "Hmm... let me know when you find out." It was fortunate they meticulously kept all the private rooms well stocked. Crouching beside the head of the dragon he had been been working on, E'rro wiped his hands on the towel that lay over his shoulder before using it to wipe the Ichor away from around the Blue's eye. Flights through the forest could be messy things. "There you go. Now just rest up for tonight. You can leave tomorrow morning."

"Hello? We’re bleeding and it kind of, yeah, hurts and…and ugh, I’ve got a headache…"

Ermiiine! Humans here! They leak aaaaall over tah florz. Quickly moving to his feet, the Dragonhealer worked on cleaning off the rest of the ichor on his hands while he exited the Dragonic side of the Infirmary. Pausing briefly to pick up a pair of Wherling sized blindfolds, he tucked them into his pocket. "That one is occupied." The door they were heading to was closed for a reason, and the chart hanging beside it signified the current use. Because he was tall, the Brownrider covered the distance between him and the newest additions to the infirmary within moments. The fact that the younger of the two had a shirt almost completely covered in blood concerned him. Glancing at the two whers, E'rro motioned to the nearest, unoccupied semi-private room. "I've been expecting you. I am E'rro." He entered the room first to tug back the curtain that separated the room in two. When the two entered he shut the door behind them all (so the little whers wouldn't roam even if they were blindfolded).

"You sit there," He pointed at Tekivix, then at the closest bed. "... and you sit there." A motion to Kostya and the other bed. "Where exactly are you bleeding from?" That was directed at Tekivix. Pulling the blind folds out of his pocket he tossed them onto Kostya's assigned bed before grabbing a tourniquet, a small stack of towels, diluted redwort and a bowel. He added a towel to the small pile of stuff on the bed. "The folds of cloth are for the whers. Use the towel to put pressure on your leg." He'd need other supplies, but not until he cleaned himself and whatever injuries the boy had. He hated touching people, which was why he didn't become a healer. But sometimes there was no choice. E'rro had decided Tekivix was his priority, the other man seemed to be less injured despite the many cuts and marks on his leg. What sold him though, was the amount of blood on either person. Putting the supplies on the tray by the bed, he extended his hand despite the warning bells in his head going off. "Let me see."

[Avu]

She hadn’t meant that he had to carry her –

Still, Tekivisk didn’t protest. In fact, she actively nuzzled against Kostya, trustingly, and closed her eyes obediently, humming quietly at both handler and her sister. So nice of him…she knew when she passed into the light; she felt Vix’s flare of nervousness. But there was no physical reaction from her own body. Tekivisk still held her breath for an instant just to be sure before she craned her neck around to lick Kostya gratefully on the hand, trying to keep as still as possible simultaneously (and impossible task) so she wouldn’t make his job more difficult. Not her intention at all.

“’Kay.” Vix’s agreement was flat; he shrugged, and had just pushed himself off of the counter when E’rro’s voice stopped him. He jumped, biting back his instinctive huff of annoyance in favor of scanning the brownrider’s knots. Yes. Healer. Finally, ngh. He shot a glance from him to Kostya, gaze dropping to the other male’s leg appraisingly, before rising back to Tekivisk – his wher, the wher he was so reluctant to claim. Hmm. Maybe he should actually take her from Kostya. She wasn’t his problem, and he was hurt, but…whatever.

His lips twitched in the faintest suggestion of a smirk at the next line delivered. I’ve been expecting you. How…melodramatic. Okay, maybe not, but still. He offered a muttered “Vix” at the brownrider, cautiously entering the room he’d indicated and peering around automatically. Clean, concise, utterly boring. Huffing quietly, Vix flopped down onto the medical bed, shifting awkwardly in an attempt to get comfortable. After a moment, he subsided. Absolutely useless, but that was to be expected. It was the Infirmary. The attention being on him made him sit up a little straighter, automatically, before he lifted his hand, flipping it over to display the deep gash on his palm.

“Blooding,” he explained dryly. Dragons didn’t have to blood. Why’d he been stuck with the one creature that did? Even worms weren’t so…primitive. Absently, he thrust his hand at E’rro. “Can still move my fingers,” he added; he didn’t want to give the Healer the option of playing Twenty Questions. Wiggling his fingers in demonstration, Vix crinkled his nose and then glanced at Kostya and the two green whers. “Y’can put Tekivisk down. S’not like she’s hurt or anything.” She’d probably have fun in the Infirmary, anyway. Heh.

Thank you, Tekivisk added to Kostya, and crooned quietly. She really was grateful – and she did want to nose around a little, know the place that fixed people…

[rii]

Kostya swayed to a halt, his balance wavering with the weight of a wher on each arm. He caught himself on his injured leg with noticeable wince – followed with a audible hiss. His knees bent before he could pick himself back up to his full height. That.. stung. A faint touch of queasiness rolled in his stomach as he felt a fresh rivet of blood run down the back of his calf. The muscle in his jaw jumped; sign enough he had gritted his teeth against the pain and wasn't precisely inclined to reply to E'rro's introduction.

He still put on a smile, though whether or not was it was friendly was up for debate. Just get to the bloody room already. Kostya waited to limp his way inside only after the other two entered. He set the little greens on the bed before sinking almost gracelessly onto the cot next to the whers. His eyes half-lidded, taking E'rro's tone and orders in stride if only because the healer was tending to Tekivix first. One of the strips of cloth was taken and Kostya tugged Tekivisk closer with a soft mimicry of a croon. He tied the blind fold over her eyes before setting her down per Vix's request. The slurred quality of the words drawing a half-lidded, curious gaze from the older wherling. Didn't know the kid to say much but it usually didn't drawl in that tired fashion.

Well, he wasn't the healer, was he.

The urge to poke at Tekivix to unravel some reason for the slightly off behavior was put on the back burner. He laid down on the bed at an angle, leaving both bare feet grounded against the floor. Konstask was pulled up next to his side so he could wrap the cloth around her eyes as well. Although she was less cooperative than her sister and when he finally got it on properly she attempted to claw it off. Blind! She couldn't see. Yes dear, you can't see anyway because of the light so leave it alone. But it itched. Leave it. Konstask let out a small bark, tail curling over the end of the cot as she sought out her sister. Where did she gooo..

Kostya folded his hands behind his head, the epitome of relaxed, and resolved to watch the mildly amusing interaction between E'rro and Tekivix. The towels were ignored. Kostya letting the blood slowly well and drop off the torn flesh of his leg. The healer seemed rather.. stiff. It was just in Kostya's nature to want to push at particular buttons of such individuals.

[Tashe]

Apparently the kid didn't know how to use a knife properly. That or he simply must not have paid attention in Candidate class when they discussed how to Blood for a wher. Taking the Wherling's hand firmly but gently so the other couldn't pull away when he began to work, E'rro pressed down on it with a towel and held it there for a few seconds before removing it. Clearing some of the welling blood away to see exactly how deep it was. It was deep but thin. The width of the gash was shallow enough that pressure alone would probably be enough to stem most of it. Well, whatever hadn't gotten onto the boy's shirt. "Its not terribly bad, there may be some muscle damage but its too soon to say. I believe you need... three stitches." He applied a very small amount of numbweed to the cut and then pulled over the small table, placing Tekivix's hand on it. He then got down to business. Using the needlethorn he threaded E'rro, as swiftly and quickly as he could, stitched together the two ends and the middle of the cut. Though not in that order. Exchanging the towel that he used to dab away more blood, for a folded piece of redwort infused gauze, the Brownrider pressed down on the gash before quickly grabbing a pressure bandage. Wrapping it generously around Tekivix's hand, E'rro checked to make sure the strip was not too tight before fixing the end of the Pressure Bandage to itself. "Hold your hand above your heart, like this," He moved the boys hand to about the position he wanted it, " and sit in that chair," He motioned to the one right by the end of his bed, "until I can get someone to set up a few pillows on the bed. It will help reduce the bleeding." Nuisance, please inform one of the staff that we need new linens, two sets of clothing, extra pillows and who's ever mopping the floor outside to do the same in here when I'm done. Yesyes got it yes. New beddressies, more headrests, clothies, an mopper!

Nodding he dumped the soiled towels into the soiled bin before moving over to Kostya's side of the room. The Brownrider retrieved the jar of diluted redwort and poured a new batch into the bowl and scrubbed his hands with the solution, drying them off a few moments later on a clean towel. Using his foot he hooked a high chair over to the side of the other Wherling's bed, and motioned to it. "Would you please transfer from the bed to the chair." Moving back so that the other boy could trade places, E'rro glanced at the door when it opened. "That bed first, his hand needs to be elevated." The woman gave a happy nod, denoting she had a much better bedside manner than E'rro, and quickly got to work switching out the sheets. Returning his attention back onto Kostya, the Dragonhealer went through the same routine of item collecting before bringing over a stool on which he could sit. "May I see your leg please, and what happened?"

[Avu]

Cloth. Tekivisk twitched instinctively backwards, before stilling obediently. After the cloth was secure around her eyes, the green rasped out a thank-you, licking Kostya’s hand before she wobbled on the floor. Explore, she wanted to, but it was so odd not being able to see…the green cautiously poked her nose out in front of her, and when it met no immediate obstacles, shuffled forward, tail swaying behind her in excitement. And then she stopped dead at the wave of actual nausea that swept over her through the newly-formed bond, head tilted questioningly in what she knew to be the direction of VixHers. She whined, concerned, received no immediate reply save for the receding of the unsteady feeling.

Can’t you block me out? Vix asked at length, sulkily. He was trying not to feel at the moment – his head was still pounding despite the whers being blindfolded, and he had his head tipped back, eyes shut, away from the stitching going on. Numbweed helped, but he could still feel the faintest of tugging sensations and knowing that somebody was sewing up his skin was enough to make him faintly queasy. As soon as the brownrider spoke again, Vix snapped his head down, eyes opening to examine the bandage. Flexing his hand experimentally, he lifted his hand as per orders, sliding off of the bed.

“How long till I can get these” – and he flexed his fingers again, wondering if he’d be able to feel the stitches once the numbweed wore off – “removed?”

At the sound of his voice, Tekivisk offered a quiet bark, shuffling carefully over until she could bump his leg with her head affectionately, tail wagging before she turned her head towards the direction she’d come from – or what she thought was the direction she’d come from, anyway, which basically meant she was facing a cabinet. Heeeere, sister – with VixHers. She wanted to look around where they were, after all, only she couldn’t…see. But feeling was good, too. Vix’s hand pressed against her uplifted head, guiding it so that she was actually facing Konstask’s direction with a soft snort of dry amusement. Oh. Oops.

Vix left her standing there to flop back into the chair obediently – he was too tired to question why he needed to stay while Kostya was fixed. Or really move very much at all, for that matter, even if he did have the presence of mind to question it. He watched through eyes narrowed by exhaustion as the Healer turned to the other greenhandler, ignoring the woman that came in to clean the bed he’d bled on, propping his elbow against the back of the chair so he didn’t have to expend any actual energy. The lack of focus explained his twitch of surprise when he found himself with a wher pawing at his leg, doing her best to climb into his lap.

“Ngh, go away – I hate you.” But the tone was still affectionate when Tekivisk managed to clamber half in the chair, hind legs still resting on the ground, between his legs, and nuzzled into his stomach. Vix draped one arm around her, raising his eyes back to the Healer and Kostya absently.

[rii]

The healing arts were always a point of fascination with Kostya. So as E'rro began to stitch up the gash, Kostya find himself doing quite the opposite of Tekivix. His pale eyes watched with thinly veiled interest as the needle was pierced through flesh and the strong suture tug the torn flesh back together. Humans could be opened up so easily, bleed all over the place, and with a re-aligning of flesh the body healed itself. And yes, he may have been a little more than just a bit curious to open someone up to see how everything worked on the inside..

Kostya's brows rose when he was instructed to move. What a bother. The wherling sat up, picking up Konstask and setting her on the floor to explore before hopping over to the appointed chair. The snort from Tekivix drawing Kostya's gaze over.. to smirk at the correcting of Tekivisk's direction. Cute, and hey, at least the kid was warming up to the wher in the smallest way and Kostya wasn't going to find himself strangely with two whers because Vix wanted to ignore the impression.

Lifting up his leg, Kostya planted the ball of his foot next to E'rro's leg. His toes wiggled, Kostya subtly leaning in toward the older man while a grin slowly formed across his features. The bite wound was mostly negligible, having not gone too deep, but where Konstask had seized his calf via grip of her sharp claws were the problem. Deep puncture wounds of where they had first struck, tapering to more shallow wounds that angled along his calf – the damage done more due to him falling under her attack. It would have been less if he managed to keep his balanced but he hadn't.

"A travesty," Kostya mused in a light tone at the obvious question. Two young blokes walking in with baby whers and bleeding, the pattern of teeth and claws spoke well enough of his injuries, did it not? "I was just conversing with my dear friend Vix here when he got this crazed look in his eyes. Must of been the knife he was holding, a tainted blade I imagine, he just plopped down on all fours and had a go at my leg with his teeth like a savage beast."

He effected a stern look that he shot in Tekivix's direction. Nasty wild beastie that one. Kostya's pale gaze settled back on E'rro, suddenly reaching over to flick some of that dark hair out of the healer's face. "If you're the only healer on duty tonight. I suggest we get this done and over with. A girl got herself nice and mauled, blood spilling out around her pretty little head when we left. Betting someone will be arriving here shortly with her limp body."

[Tashe]

"Four or five days, unless you develop an infection."

The woman, having finished remaking Vix's bed, moved on to strip down and change Kostya's. She hummed happily while carefully avoiding the blood drops on the floor, she didn't want to track it everywhere and make more work for the other staff. Turning down the covers she made her way back to the other bed and piled a few pillows on the side for the patient with the injured hand. She put a set of clothing on the end of each bed, before ducking out to leave the three men with some privacy.

He wasn't amused at the explanation he received. Bringing the tray of supplies closer he sat down and got ready to clean the young man's leg. E'rro pause in his work to lean back, scantily avoiding Kostya's hand. The invasion of space was momentarily forgotten in favor of concentrating on the news of a more seriously hurt victim. Nuisance, contact Vex. Tell her to get R'wign over here, there might be an emergency. Then contact Lust, inform Kalierre if she is awake. Rightright! "The Weyrhealer should be coming momentarily. If she arrives while I'm working on your leg, I will get another apprentice to finish you up." Tolds them! Good now tell everyone in the other room to start preparing for serious injuries. Kay! Quickly cleaning the man's leg, he inspected the deepest of the wounds. He didn't believe that any required stitches, but they certainly would become scars. Placing the first patch of gauze on the Wherling's leg, he wrapped a length of bandage around it twice. One hand placed the pads while the other rolled the bandage strip around Kostya's leg to secure them in place. The Brownrider picked up his pace, picking and choosing the injuries that bled more than superficially to cover with the gauze pads. When he got down to the man's ankle, E'rro cut the excess off of the wrap and pinned the end to itself. He did the same with the top, just to make sure the dressing wouldn't come undone.

Wiping the blood from the floor, the mopping would sanitize the stone later, E'rro collected the soiled supplies before tossing them into their appropriate bins. "I want you both to stay here overnight for observation." Cleaning his own hands he cleaned up the redwort before stepping over to Tekivix. "The amount of blood you have lost concerns me. And I want to make sure neither of you develop infections." Running a hand through his hair he pushed it back from his face. "I'll have someone bring meat for your Whers if they haven't eaten yet. If you find you need help changing into these," the Brownrider brushed one of the sets of clothing with his finger tips, "someone will be by in a few minutes with a healing teas for the both of you, and will be checking in. So just flag them down. As well as, if you require anything." Guh, he knew he had a bad bedside manner, but he didn't care. He didn't have to deal with the human patients often, except when they were the Riders or Handlers of the dragons or whers he treated. To vix he said, "When you get into bed, use the pillows she set up to prop your hand up." He turned slightly. "If you'll excuse me." Exiting out of the room with the equipment he needed to get cleaned, E'rro entered the terribly understaffed Infirmary to aid with the preparations of the injured girl and closed the door behind him. Leaving the two to get dressed and settled down.

(sorry for the suddenly rushing ermine out, but I leave tomorrow for belize and I wanted you guys to be able to continue on posting to eachother when I'm gone. <3)

[Avu]

Four or five days was four or five days too long. Vix decided to keep that to himself, though. Especially since Kostya’s explanation about his injury distracted him and he looked up, eyes narrowing, but he stayed silent. Apparently the Healer was equally convinced by the story, judging by his silence. Oh, this was one enthusiastic Healer. Never mind that he doubted he and Kostya were exactly the perfect patients, but whatever. He yawned, pressing his forehead against Tekivisk’s hide, squeezing his eyes shut. Excitement of the Hatching was over – had been over, really – and the adrenaline rush that had come with Impression was gone. Wonder how badly he could injure himself if he toppled out of the chair because he’d fallen asleep sitting up…?

Oh, hey, right, that girl. The one…the dead one.

No, not dead, VixLove, Tekivisk corrected anxiously. Just…hurt, was all. Badly hurt. But not dead.

“Not dead yet,” Vix corrected out loud – fortunately, it kind of made sense considering what Kostya had been saying (limp bodies, ever so cheerful). He wrinkled his nose, lifting his head, and automatically opened his mouth to protest (loudly!) to E’rro’s suggestion that they stay overnight. Whatever was going to come out – Vix wasn’t really even sure, but arguing was practically necessary – was swallowed by a yawn, though. He settled for a low hiss that was less than menacing when his eyes were still damp from said yawn. “Don’t want tea and don’t need help or meat,” he responded, more than a little petulantly. “Don’t want to stay here, either. Can’t we just…”

Come back tomorrow morning.

…

How upsetting.

Vix pushed Tekivisk off of his lap – gently, but definitely a push nonetheless – and approached the bed, eyeing the clothes laid out for them. He exhaled, wearily, and stripped off his shirt, dropping it onto the floor and kicking it under the cot absently as he pulled the new shirt over his head. Definitely nice not to have one covered in blood, but…it smelled like the Infirmary. As if he needed another reminder of where he had to spend the night. He left his own pants on – they were comfortable, and he seriously doubted that of the ones provided – and crawled onto the cot, flopping onto his stomach.

“I hope you don’t snore,” he offered dryly to Kostya. Translation: Good night, don’t let the bedbugs bite. Sure. “Or sleepwalk or anything else annoying. You need a nightlight, or can I dim the glows?” And yes, that was definitely a sarcastic question, but at least he’d thought to ask at all before he did it. Vix dropped his bound hand onto the pillow as advised, absently turning his head on the pillow towards Kostya – and nearly growled as a little green head broke his line of vision, a rough tongue swiping hopefully across his face; he twisted to use his other hand to push Tekivisk away. “You are not sharing a bed with me. Go cuddle with someone else.”

Like Kostya.

[rii]

Not very reactive, this E'rro. Kostya watched the healer keenly through amused, winter blue eyes. Somewhere in his mind he acknowledged that it was a good professional trait to not be easily riled by the antics of patients. Just concentrate on the work that needed to be done and be gone. That didn't stop Kostya from wanting to press in closer to E'rro, touch him to make him flinch. Had a pretty face, even with the scar, and the newly impressed wherling was ever so curious what the healer would do if he ran his fingers along that mark..

Catching Tekivix's little glare, a smile spread easily across Kostya's features. Now what exactly was that for – calling him a dear friend, or the part where he suggested the younger male had been gnawing on his calf like some animal. In his opinion, stupid questions deserved stupid answers. "No, not dead yet." Kostya echoed the words, amusement tinging on the possibility of her survival. That had been a lot of blood he had seen. Made him have some flashes into his past – and he was dead, Kostya had made sure of it.

Keeping his comments silent behind the pleasant, close-lipped smile, Kostya watched as E'rro hurried to rush out. Good, mentioning the due arrival of the poor girl had the desired effect (Kostya, manipulative? No sir, not him). Tekivix's childish refusal; of voicing he didn't want this, didn't want that had the dark-blond chuckling softly to himself. Surprised he didn't outright throw a tantrum. Glad, really, Tekivix seemed to have outgrown that particular bad habit.

E'rro gone, Kostya remained comfortably lounged in his own chair as he watched the boy switch into a clean shirt. "I'm guessing you were an only child." He commented lightly. A single brow arched at good night from the younger wherling. No, didn't snore, didn't sleep walk, as far as other annoying things – Kostya had that in spades. And right at that moment, seeing that Tekivis was getting ready to go to sleep, Kostya was remembering his earlier thought about that if he had to get up to go to some hatching that someone was going back to bed with him.

An excited look-at-me bark drew Kostya's attention away. Konstask, even blindfolded, had managed to find her way back to the bed appointed to him and jumped up onto it. Her hide and claws was still smeared with half-dried blood.. of which she was getting over the fresh sheets. Very good lovely. Purring, Konstask curled up against the pillow and inquired if hers was coming to sleep with her. Oh he would, lovely, but he thought that Tekivisk would be much better cuddling partner for her. Felines and canines often piled together for warmth, it seemed very comfortable. Appealed to this thought, Konstask invitingly brushed the mind of her sister. Come~ come ~ snuggle with her and maybe they could explore later after a nice nap~

Rising up, Kostya made a limping hop to the glow basket to pull the cover over the light. Then, probably very unexpectedly to poor Tekivix, Kostya laid down alongside the younger male. On his side and at the edge, he didn't crowd the other too much, but yet again it was an invasion of space. Even though the only thing that actually touched Tekivix was the arm he loosely put over the flat of Vix's stomach – being mindful to be ready to catch an elbow that he was expecting to be jabbed his way – or possible thrashing. He wasn't too sure how Tekivix would react. Not well, whatever it would be. But was Kostya going to take advantage of the kid's tired state and push boundaries? Certainly, but no further than he had gone. He was tired too, and he had been very serious about not going to bed alone.

[Avu]

Tekivisk whined quietly, upset that she wouldn’t be able to cuddle, and the green wher drooped visibly. Konstask’s invitation, however, had her turning her head vaguely, trying to locate her sister. A bark that was definitely delight was offered as Vix mumbled something uncharitable into his pillow and pushed her head sideways to point her in the right direction. Carefully making her way across to the other bed, the green reared up to place her front paws clumsily onto the side of the mattress and wiggled her rear absently as she considered.

“Just jump,” Vix muttered, and Tekivisk obliged, scrambling a little awkwardly onto the bed. She crooned, nosing around until she found Konstask and nuzzled her muzzle against her sister’s shoulder happily. Flopping onto the bed, the green squirmed until she was comfortable, her head coming to rest on Konstask’s back, near the junction of neck and shoulder. Blowing a content huff of damp air out, Tekivisk closed her eyes behind the blindfold, offering Konstask another nuzzle. Have a good sleep, sister, the green offered drowsily. And maybe they could…hmm, yawn…get food when they woke up. Yes.

Rolling onto his back, Vix blinked his eyes shut at Kostya’s comment. “Yeah,” he answered wearily, and even though part of his mind registered that that was probably an insult in some manner, he was too tired to care. Instead, he opted for halfheartedly cursing at Tekivisk in his mind. Did she really have to make him feel like he should be curled up with Kostya? Really? Ngh. Squeezing his eyes tightly for a second like that could get rid of the vague desires, Vix groped for the covers, jerked them over his body. He vaguely registered through closed eyelids the glows being dimmed, and murmured in wordless approval.

The low mumble jerked to an abrupt end at the bed dipping, Vix instinctively grabbing at the mattress beneath him before he caught himself, head snapping sideways so he could stare at Kostya. “What’re you doing,” he hissed, and it wasn’t exactly a question; he tensed under the other male’s touch automatically. He’d never shared a bed with anyone else before – and he didn’t intend to start now, especially since he had a very strong suspicion that if he allowed it he’d wake up curled up against Kostya, courtesy of Tekivisk. Not because Kostya was probably warm and not –

Vix pushed at Kostya’s arm, wiggling sideways until he was on the far edge of the bed, hand wrapping around the frame of the cot. He was not sleeping on the floor. And he wasn’t really cruel enough to make Kostya sleep on the floor either, though he really didn’t see why – sleep, VixLove, Tekivisk interrupted, the green’s touch not so much words as a content sleepiness.

“I hate my life,” Vix muttered, because it sounded better out loud, and rolled onto his stomach, sliding both arms under the pillow in utter defiance of the Healer’s orders and burying his face into it. “Good night.” And there wasn’t any kind of resigned acceptance in his voice. Because he didn’t accept this. Right. At least the pillow probably muffled it. Tomorrow, he thought hazily, tomorrow he could blame it on…exhaustion, the Infirmary smelling bad, whatever. Anything. Tonight, he’d deal.


[[So if you want to just leave off once they fall asleep, we can? But for future reference, Vix is toootally a cuddler. So if you wanna keep going, I'm good with that too? xP]]

[rii]

Konstask curled back around her sister, tail and neck going as far as they could so that in the darkened room it was impossible to really tell where one wher started and the other ended. A light would shed the difference in coloration, but for now they were one happy ball of green. Kostya could feel his wher in the back of his mind. He was beginning to understand just why it was so effective to use a person's draconic against them – at least the newly impressed. It was hard to distinguish his feelings from hers, and since she had forced herself upon him, Kostya had been mentally working to assess just how far her influence spanned in his mind so that he could fence her out. Luckily for him, she seemed very interested in herself so far. That and trusted him complicity, it was easy to feed her suggestions.

Such as cuddling with her sister.

Harmless, wasn't it. Oh, but he had been curious if it would have an effect on Tekivix like it had on Ruliana and her young dragon. He had so blatantly been toying with her, yet appealing so friendly to her little green had made the girl calm and relaxed despite that he continued to hint about knowing her origins (and secretly played with thoughts of dragging her back north to sell her back to whatever Lord Holder claimed her).

Feeling Tekivix tensing beneath his arm, Kostya did his best to not out right smile – the lack of lighting did well to dim the amusement brimming in his eyes. Couldn't help it, the blond always found something darkly humorous about a situation. It interested him enough that he didn't get hit, or shoved away. Instead Tekivix retreated to the other end of the narrow bed – and the wall. Not much of escape, was it. Kostya decided he'd give the kid the benefit of the doubt; blame the blood loss for the lack of fight.

Not that he was complaining.

Kostya let his arm be pushed fully off, resting it along his own side while curling the other one under his head. As tempting as it was to just pull Tekivix back and tell him to just go to sleep, Kostya figured that any heightened distress might draw the healing staff into the room. What a bother. A half smirk pulled at the side of his features. "Could be worse," He countered softly to Vix's woeful moaning. Instead of lying on the outside of the blankets, in his pair of shorts.. Kostya was quite capable of stripping down and getting under the cover and being a utterly shameless. Oh sure, Vix probably meant a great deal more things with that simple phrase than what was going on in that moment, yet Kostya was too tired to unscramble that mess. "Could be that girl. Mm, maybe you do, then you'd be blissfully unconscious right now.."

The following yawn after his words marked that he didn't expect any sort of reply from his unwillingly bedmate. In the end, Vix was staying and not screaming for him to get away. What a good sport. Kostya decided he'd leave Tekivix along for a while after this night. He waited a few long moments before putting the arm back over Vix's waist, quickly cutting short any form of protest. "Good night, Vix."

[Ooc: We can probably leave off here, unless you are bored these few days before you are leaving -- And I do believe he was counting on a cuddly Vix. Ox ]