Ahhh, the wonders of Between (cont) (tag ANT, AVU)

[dragon]

Crevesk powered after Risk, charging along across the ground with determination: Hers didn't want Rinnel to die, and thus, Crevesk didn't either. In fact, she was now wishing she hadn't started this mess. But what was a wher to do? React to threatening stimuli, or not?

When Rinnel passed out, Crevy wrapped her arms around him tighter, and held him onto her wher's back with all the strength in her small frame. For a short time, that could be formidible. But by the time they reached the infirmary, where ever that was? She knew she was going to be all played out. She hoped that someone was going to be there to catch him when they arrived, because she didn't think she'd be able to get him down without smacking his head ... or various and sundry other peices of him - off the ground.

When Crevesk came across the river, she plowed into it without any hesitation, following hot on Risk's heels. Rivers she knew. Rivers she could handle. Spending all her time out in the countryside lent her that.

And she trusted hers to keep her load up top. She plunged straight into the water, wings spread slightly to keep most of the water splash off the two atop her. Crevy resisted the urge to squeal at the chill of the water as it washed over her legs. Crevesk pulled her bulk up out of the water on the far side, and then resumed running after Risk, until they made it to the infirmary. There, she slid to a stop, sides heaving as she huffed from the exertion of the run.

[Avu]

A vivid mental picture from Meisk made the Healer glance out the window, one eyebrow arching slightly as she registered the clear image the blue had sent. Meisk, lounging, hidden, in the shadow of a large rock beside the river, had had the most lovely view: two green whers, running at top speed, through the river, in the direction of the Infirmary and His, and the little gold sister's eggs. One was without a passenger; the other had two, and the hot metallic scent of blood hung heavy on the scene, as did that of ichor, and faintly, two separate scents. One he recognized distinctly as belonging to Selenitas Weyr; the other was...unfamiliar. Not bad, just unfamiliar. The blue wher slunk to his feet, pressing close to the shadows, though his pale blue form was clearly visible nonetheless. The image was repeated, and followed by a question.

Straightening abruptly from the patient she'd been checking, whose sleep was becoming easier -- thank Faranth they'd enough charcoal -- and made her way rapidly towards the Infirmary's door, brows knitting together curiously. This was...odd, to be sure. First, the odd green wher, who apparently looked to a woman. Why was she here, and why was the Selenitas greenhandler torn up and bleeding? Zesa whistled her curiosity from her cabinet; the queen was looped possessively around the clutch of twelve eggs, head tilted to rest along one of the eggs, wings outstretched and dropped lightly over the clutch. "Don't worry about it, love..." she murmured automatically, stepping into the cool night air and tilting her head, gaze sweeping towards the river just as --

The bluehandler jumped back a pace as the whers and their precious cargo skidded to a stop in front of the Infirmary. The sight of blood, splattered wetly, prodded the Healer into action, and she darted swiftly towards the two, yelling as she did so, the words coming in rhythm to her jarring pace, "I'm a Healer, I'm a Healer -- " From the shadows behind them, the ghost-blue form of Meisk emerged, and the small wher crooned a soft concern that echoed his mindBonded's as she raised her hands cautiously as she approached the strange wher, biting her lip as she looked up at the woman. "Will you -- will you help me carry him in?" she asked desperately, flicking a glance over her shoulder. The other Healers were probably all busy with other patients -- the poisoned Drudges and Weyrfolk, and of course the common accidents that occurred.

"...please?" Sure, the other could be from Benden, but there was no time to spare, and the sooner she got him in the Infirmary, the better. And his wher; she'd have to be looked at too...

[antinanco]

Rinnel remained out cold. He probably wasn’t going to wake up ‘till next morning, either. Silently a dribble of drool leaked out of the corner of his mouth, tinged by the blood and ichor that had splattered on his face.
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Risk instantly began pestering her handlerhandsome the second they arrived at the Infirmary. While she head-butted his side softly, a mental nudge was sent as well. But his sleep felt all wrong--not at all like the light rest that she frequently interrupted during the night with fights between Boom. This slumber was a deeper one, almost like a black fog was walling off his mind from hers. No matter how hard she tried to penetrate that fog, whether through anger, sadness or love, her emotions and images always bounced back at her. If it wasn’t for the faint presence she felt from his dreams, then the wher would have thought she’d lost him for good and gone berserk. But for now she busied herself about worrying for her handlerhandsome. What she would do without his beauty brightening her night, she did not know.

((Uhh. oo; Not much else I could do… though I give permission for Rinnel to be played as a ragdoll, ‘cause he pretty much is at this point. ^^))

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[dragon]

"Uh ... sure. I ... don't know how much help I'll be..." Crevy started trying to manhandle Rinnel off of Crevesk's neck. It wasn't working really well ... mostly cause he was limp. And heavy. And male. And bigger than her. And she wasn't very manly for the manhandling. Ugh. His arms and legs were flopping around like disjointed potato sacks, but she did manage to eventually get his far leg over Crevesk's neck, even though she almost slapped herself in the face with his good arm twice, trying to do that.

Both legs now on one side, she let him slip down Crevesk's shoulder, down toward Meira. "Be prepared ... he's kinda heavy." She warned, before letting all of Rinnel's weight slump down onto Meira. Thus unencumbered, Crevy found it remarkably easy to jump off, and hurry around Crevesk to take hold of the fellow again. She wrapped her arms around his upper chest, and pulled gently, making his head flop backward onto her shoulder. She held onto him tight, letting Meira take his legs.

"Got him?" She grunted, before starting to edge her way toward the infirmary door. Shards, he was heavy, for such a skinny dude.

Crevesk edged off sideways, away from the two women and the limp man. She nudged at Risk, edging her away too. They had to give them room to help him, after all, and she tried to send this notion to the other green. At the same time, she apologized profusely to Risk for having done the damage to hers. It had been ... a misunderstanding.

[Avu]

As the foreign greenhandler struggled with Rinnel's limp body, Meira couldn't repress a cringe. Fortunately, the blood-soaked man was unconscious, or the pain would have been excruciating. Nevertheless, she could appreciate the struggle of handling a -- a lifeless form, but that didn't mean...Meira bit her lip nervously as Meisk slipped behind her, eyes sympathetic. Like his Bonded, he could give out instructions if need be -- and he'd gathered some of her confidence in the Infirmary, too. The blue wher nudged Risk's shoulder lightly and then jerked his head, sliding a few steps away with a firm whistle. She had to come this way, so she wouldn't block Hers from being seen to...hovering over him like a broody queen would only hurt him worse.

Meira was ready, though, bracing herself for the impact of a limp body, and gritted her teeth as Rinnel half-fell, half-slumped, against her, the Healer instinctively letting his head fall back against one shoulder, arms supporting his body in a vaguely vertical position. Fortunately -- this was a highly uncomfortable position, and she didn't like it -- the greenhandler was quick in taking Rinnel's upper body from her, and, absently trying to rub the blood away from her neck where it had been smeared, she -- obediently? -- took his legs, cringing as her fingers met blood-soaked material. At the greenhandler's question, she gave a jerk of her head meant to be a nod; Rinnel was heavy and she didn't want to waste her breath chatting -- and maneuvered herself to make it easier for the other to carry Rinnel into the Infirmary.

"There's an empty bed on the left," she said rapidly in one exhalation as they passed the door, jerking her head in said direction -- she'd meant her own left, which could easily be taken as the other's left, and therefore the wrong direction. The Infirmary was pretty big, and they'd been trying to keep the poison patients away from those who had merely suffered more everyday injuries (to no avail, considering the sheer number of them); but fortunately there were a few beds still empty. "Right there," and another jerk of her head towards the clean, unruffled white bed. "Put him there -- "

From her preciously guarded cabinet, Zesa's head emerged, the gold flitter deigning to wing to the top of the cabinet and then eye Rinnel anxiously, and then nervously appraising the other greenhandler. She didn't know this one, and considering the positively miniscule number of wherhandlers at Selenitas Weyr, that was odd. Some part of the queen wanted to go to Hers and help -- often Zesa brought her things; supplies and bandages and stuff of the like -- but the more maternal half insisted she guard her clutch, and Meira gently assured her she didn't need help, so the gold flopped down on the cabinet again, eyeing the proceedings intently.

[antinanco]

The only thing that was pulling risk away from her handsome was another handsome. Thankfully, handsomes seemed to be in high supply today. Meisk managed to lure Risk away from Rinnel as they unloaded Hers from the mean one with his button-cuteness and a helpful nudge from Crevesk, whom she barely register and accepted an apology from.

Still, Risk threw a concerned glance over her shoulder.

To Risk, she had wronged Hers. She had failed to protect him and thus deserved the punishment she usually received for much less heinous crimes than this. But all handlerhandsome did was sleep that unnatural, uncomfortable slumber. The silence was unbearable to her. She would have rather he hit her, or even yelled at her. Anything was better than this.

Meaty tail between her legs, the green shuffled after the blue with her head hung low, not unlike a puppy after being caught piddling on the floor. When they reached the corner of the Infirmary, she swung around and watched hers being handled with like a rag doll. Then he disappeared out of sight into the enclosure and she let loose a long, low sorrowful bellow after him.

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[dragon]

Crevy carried Rinnel's top half through the door, and looked off to the left ... her left ... looking for an empty bed. She almost gaped, at the sight of so many patients in the infirmary. So many! What had happened? But then, the Weyr was a big place ... maybe the area being this packed was normal? In that case, then, they probably had a lot of really skilled healers. Which made the trip here, rather than to the hold, a wise one.

But she didn't see an empty bed. So she looked right, instead. And she saw one ... at the same time she saw and heard Meira's instruction. Over there. Right. "Got it." She grunted, before shifting her weight carefully from one foot to the other as she moved toward the head end of that bed. In the end, it made her look like she was waddling along under the load, but at this particular point in time? Who cared?

Once she reached the bed, she carefully situated Rinnel on the bed, and then backed off. "I wrapped it tight, to stop the bleeding ... I don't know. Maybe too tight? And the sling ... well ... " She picked at the strip of cloth. "I guess it didn't do much good, what with him being prone and all." Crevy backed away, out of the way, and went around the other side. "If you need help, I might can?" She offered.

More than likely, she'd get shooed away, though. She wasn't a healer, and this place was probably crawling with healers.

"Crevesk ... my wher ... she bit him." She offered, by way of an explanation, watching as Meira worked. "He and his wher popped in from out of nowhere, it seemed, and started going on about Benden. And Crevesk ... well ... she assumed he was an enemy, and set out to kill him. Thankfully, she didn't, but ..." Crevy could only shrug uselessly.

It was fairly obvious the damage that had been done. And it couldn't be taken back.

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Outside, her own side sporting dribbles of Rinnel's blood, Crevesk followed the other two whers around the side. What else was she to do? Hovering by the door waiting on hers to come back would only clog up the door. So she didn't do that. So instead, she followed Risk and Meisk around the building, and plopped down on the ground with them. Even though she didn't know them.

Though a hard, tough, and rather bloodthirsty wher, Crevesk did feel a little sorry for having ripped Rinnel asunder. And she again expressed this apology to Risk. The other green looked absolutely miserable, like that. Crevesk also tried to impress upon her that her handsome would be okay ... he was being taken care of, now, after all.

And healers could do some pretty amazing stuff. Crevesk knew that ... many a time a healer had made hers all better!

[Avu]

He weighed...a lot. Meira staggered slightly as her foot caught on the edge of a bed, catching herself to Zesa's urgent, concerned flute. The wherhandler bit her lip hard to keep from showing the strain that his weight took on her -- not to mention that this was a decidedly awkward position. Usually there were stretchers, or boards, to be used to carry a patient -- or they could walk (or hop) to the Infirmary. That the other wherhandler was looking right -- at the poison patients -- barely registered on her; her eyes were focused on the blood spurting from the wounds across the greenhandler's chest and arm. Zesa condescended to leave her clutch to drop to the counter below her cabinet, peeping nervously and anxiously as her jewel-faceted eyes flicking around the trio. When Crevy spoke again, the queen flipped back to her eggs, straddling them warily in her usual overprotective streak that had come with the rash of poisoning.

The greenhandler's comments were only partially paid attention to; Meira was already at Rinnel's chest, one finger pressed against his pulse -- steady -- as she quickly unwrapped the bandages that were tied around his chest. "Pressure, not tightness," she corrected, not unkindly, and shook her head at the question. "No -- there's nothing. Zesa -- look, lovely, can't you please leave your eggs -- ? Just -- just for a bit. I need -- " She clicked her tongue. "Redwort. The solution for that; bandages -- please, lovely...?" The queen hissed agitatedly, and then finally launched herself from the cabinet, closing the cabinet door behind her with a foot, and then blinking between. Meira shook her head again absently, pressing the dirtied bandage against the wound in the greenhandler's chest and hissing slightly as blood spilled around her hand, warm and metallic. "Need to stop the bleeding first -- wait! Come here, hold this down. Firmly, but don't kill him," she stressed, stepping back to let Crevy take over as she moved to take off the makeshift sling.

Just then, Zesa flew back overhead, wheeling to land next to Rinnel, a vial of redwort solution clasped between her teeth gently, a roll of bandages clutched in her foreclaws. Deftly taking them from the queen, Meira dismissed her with a nod, and the queen blinked between back to her cabinet. "Redwort -- it cleanses," she explained automatically, used to explaining the healing procedure to overbearing, overanxious patients. "It won't -- won't do anything, though, if we can't stop the bleeding first. And I can't see the wounds well, but...if it's necessary there'll be stitches, and here." She ripped off a length of bandage, offering it to Crevy. "Replace that with this, and keep the pressure on it. For now..." She sighed as she took another length of the bandage and pressed it against Rinnel's arm, only then pausing to huff away a wisp of hair that had fallen against the side of her mouth.

So much to panic about -- !

~*~*~

Meisk crooned encouragingly to Risk as the green followed him away from Theirs, and nuzzled her shoulder again reassuringly as the greenhandler's form disappeared into the Infirmary. He snuck a nervous glance at Crevesk, uncertainly, as MeiraHis kept him updated -- as per request -- as to what was happening. The blue wher crooned again to Risk, his wings flapping slightly as he gave both greens an image of the greenhandler with His and Crevesk's nearby, the warm, safe, medicinal aura of the Infirmary comforting, the queen fire lizard close. See? All would be fine...

[dragon]

"OH!" Crevy stepped forward again, and plied her hands to be useful once more. She kept the pressure on the wound, and watched and listened as Meira worked around her. She still tried to stay out of the way, and yet still hold onto that wound. Surely the bleeding would stop soon? "I ... just tell me what to do. I'll do it." She said, softly, shifting off to the side again, out of Meira's way so that the healer could access the arm that was by far wounded worse than Rinnel's torso.

She remembered that Crevesk had also slapped at his legs ... they looked intact, but she figured they'd prolly be bruised something awful, and hurt alot too. But for now ... naturally ... the open wounds that were bleeding came first. Crevy would inform Meira about Rinnel's leg later on, once it was certain he would not die from blood loss.

"She can move things between? Or will she just fly them over?" Crevenaire asked, watching as Zesa flitted away. She was a lovely flitter ... gold not withstanding. And fairly large, too. Crevy figured that she should be able to move a good deal between, more than the typical flitter.