Post by dragon on Jun 25, 2009 20:20:38 GMT -5
Normally, Dorava would not even think to complain about her wher-handler hours in the infirmary. She was just glad to be there, and learning ... but sometimes it did really get in the way. What she was going to do when Aonith was approved for active duty again, she didn't know. Daytime dragonriding duties and nighttime healer duties didn't tend to really go well together. It was more than likely either going to end up with her and Aonith vanishing between to never be seen again, or her sleeping in her books while in the infirmary.
And if she started sleeping on shift, she knew she was going to get kicked out of the infirmary ... which she didn't want. Most assuredly, she didn't want that. She really did want to someday be a healer, and not just staff... thus all the time she devoted to studying when the infirmary did not actively need her doing something.
But right now, these were not the concerns in her mind. Instead, she was scratching at one eye in an attempt to be awake. There was someone on the morning shift she wanted to see ... E'rro, more specifically. He had done a dandy job of stitching Aonith up after Benden had attacked, despite being dead on his feet at the time...
And now Dorava wanted to know if he thought the stitches could come out. She'd spent the whole interval of time carefully keeping the areas exceptionally clean for optimum healing, not to mention keeping the wounds themselves well greased to keep the scars from forming quite so thich ... or so stiff. Scarring had happened, naturally, and she'd expected it. But after reading about how regular 'moistening' of skin wounds with grease would ease the effects of scarring, Dorava had decided that it couldn't hurt and had tried it. And it had worked, remarkably enough. Naturally, she always oiled her dragon every time she washed her, but three times a day she had made a point of greasing those spots.
Having been keeping a close eye on the things, she had been pleased to note no infections, which had been a very real concern for her. After the last round of skin infections Aonith had suffered, neither of them wanted to repeat that ... and since when she'd gotten those gouges, she'd been underwater in the river, it was something Dorava had worried about.
Now ... it was time to see if any of the actual dragonhealers thought the stitches could be removed. And she had wanted E'rro to do it, since he'd been the one to stitch her up. He'd be the most familiar with her case, after all. So, ... there she was, in the infirmary at an odd hour.
"E'rro?" She asked, wishing she were a little more awake and a little less tired.
And if she started sleeping on shift, she knew she was going to get kicked out of the infirmary ... which she didn't want. Most assuredly, she didn't want that. She really did want to someday be a healer, and not just staff... thus all the time she devoted to studying when the infirmary did not actively need her doing something.
But right now, these were not the concerns in her mind. Instead, she was scratching at one eye in an attempt to be awake. There was someone on the morning shift she wanted to see ... E'rro, more specifically. He had done a dandy job of stitching Aonith up after Benden had attacked, despite being dead on his feet at the time...
And now Dorava wanted to know if he thought the stitches could come out. She'd spent the whole interval of time carefully keeping the areas exceptionally clean for optimum healing, not to mention keeping the wounds themselves well greased to keep the scars from forming quite so thich ... or so stiff. Scarring had happened, naturally, and she'd expected it. But after reading about how regular 'moistening' of skin wounds with grease would ease the effects of scarring, Dorava had decided that it couldn't hurt and had tried it. And it had worked, remarkably enough. Naturally, she always oiled her dragon every time she washed her, but three times a day she had made a point of greasing those spots.
Having been keeping a close eye on the things, she had been pleased to note no infections, which had been a very real concern for her. After the last round of skin infections Aonith had suffered, neither of them wanted to repeat that ... and since when she'd gotten those gouges, she'd been underwater in the river, it was something Dorava had worried about.
Now ... it was time to see if any of the actual dragonhealers thought the stitches could be removed. And she had wanted E'rro to do it, since he'd been the one to stitch her up. He'd be the most familiar with her case, after all. So, ... there she was, in the infirmary at an odd hour.
"E'rro?" She asked, wishing she were a little more awake and a little less tired.