Post by Rei on May 24, 2011 19:53:11 GMT -5
The feeling of something routing around in her hair should have probably made her uncomfortable. But as it was even in her sleepy state Erilena recognized it for what it was. Dementia. The golden mandyr often amused herself by quite literally nesting in the greenrider’s hair. Originally it had been a little disconcerting but now it had gotten to the point where any comments the woman made were simply empty complaints. It was familiar and thus comforting in it’s own strange fashion. Just now waking Erilena was loathe to move from her spot in bed. She was comfortable and sleep was something that had been a bit lacking as of late. Thus the greenrider was more than content to laze around until she absolutely had to get up. Dementia in her hair or not.
Erilena was just starting to doze off again when tiny claws dug into her scalp and she winced, the small amount of pain quite effectively jolting her into wakefulness. Well that and Dementia’s obvious change in mood and upset language. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had set the gold off either. Something had happened to Dmitri. Which was all the greenrider needed to hear before she was springing out of bed without another thought. In fact she didn’t even bother to change simply grabbing her medical bag and quickly slipping out into the hallway in her pajamas. (which as usual consisted of one of Dmitri’s old shirts that fell to just a little above her knees and was just too big in general) Whether Dementia came along for the ride or not the healer didn’t really notice. Nope too busy hurrying down the hallway in her attempt to get there as quickly as was possible.
Perhaps it was a good thing that they were not all that far away. Only a few weyrs down in fact. Erilena came upon them just in time to hear the last snippets of conversation. Stopping dead in her tracks for a moment hazel eyes quickly took in the scene. Dmitri leaning against the wall obviously in pain, random things strewn all over the floor, and her former classmate L’nu crouched and stuffing all the strewn articles into a bag. Frowning the greenrider watched the bluerider stuff the last bauble into the bag and then with a warning look and in her sternest tone, (the one she reserved for the creche kids when they were being particularly terrible), spoke. “Not necessary and don’t you dare move.” With that the woman turned to approach her fiance. Him first. Obvious through body language where the problem was. Without much more then a concerned look the healer gently seized the hem of the handler’s shirt and eased it up to get a better look at his torso. Already swelling and starting to bruise. Tch. Just how hard had he been hit?
A brief look of disproval was shot L’nu before Erilena spoke to Dmitri her tone gentle with just an undercurrent of concern. “I know it’s going to hurt and I’m sorry. But can you take a deep breath for me? Deepest one you can manage. Just hold it for a few seconds. No longer.” When the handler complied her hands moved quickly and gently as possible to press against his sternum, fingertips moving out from there to try and detect a weakness in his rib cage. From there the greenrider moved to prod along his midsection just in case. His spleen was in that area and it was best to be sure he didn’t have something else bruised. Satisfied Erilena let Dmitri’s shirt drop and spoke in the same gentle tone. “Nothing’s broken. I think they’re just bruised, there is a slight chance you could have a small fracture.” Regardless bruised or fractured ribs took about three to six weeks to heal depending on severity. He was going to be laid up for a little bit. “It’s going to hurt to breathe but you’re going to have to take a few deep breaths every hour to keep fluid from building up around your lungs.” Otherwise it was likely he’d get pneumonia and that was the last thing anyone wanted.
“I’m going to wrap them for a little bit to help with the pain and give you something for the swelling.” The greenrider finished before standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Dmitri would be alright and that was a relief but the question still remained. Just what the heck had happened? It was clear that her weyrmate had gotten hurt and obvious who was responsible, which obviously did not make Erilena happy at all, but why? Turning back to L’nu her tone and expression again hardened. “You want to tell me exactly why you thought beating on my weyrmate was a good idea?” Oh yes. Not happy at all.
Erilena was just starting to doze off again when tiny claws dug into her scalp and she winced, the small amount of pain quite effectively jolting her into wakefulness. Well that and Dementia’s obvious change in mood and upset language. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had set the gold off either. Something had happened to Dmitri. Which was all the greenrider needed to hear before she was springing out of bed without another thought. In fact she didn’t even bother to change simply grabbing her medical bag and quickly slipping out into the hallway in her pajamas. (which as usual consisted of one of Dmitri’s old shirts that fell to just a little above her knees and was just too big in general) Whether Dementia came along for the ride or not the healer didn’t really notice. Nope too busy hurrying down the hallway in her attempt to get there as quickly as was possible.
Perhaps it was a good thing that they were not all that far away. Only a few weyrs down in fact. Erilena came upon them just in time to hear the last snippets of conversation. Stopping dead in her tracks for a moment hazel eyes quickly took in the scene. Dmitri leaning against the wall obviously in pain, random things strewn all over the floor, and her former classmate L’nu crouched and stuffing all the strewn articles into a bag. Frowning the greenrider watched the bluerider stuff the last bauble into the bag and then with a warning look and in her sternest tone, (the one she reserved for the creche kids when they were being particularly terrible), spoke. “Not necessary and don’t you dare move.” With that the woman turned to approach her fiance. Him first. Obvious through body language where the problem was. Without much more then a concerned look the healer gently seized the hem of the handler’s shirt and eased it up to get a better look at his torso. Already swelling and starting to bruise. Tch. Just how hard had he been hit?
A brief look of disproval was shot L’nu before Erilena spoke to Dmitri her tone gentle with just an undercurrent of concern. “I know it’s going to hurt and I’m sorry. But can you take a deep breath for me? Deepest one you can manage. Just hold it for a few seconds. No longer.” When the handler complied her hands moved quickly and gently as possible to press against his sternum, fingertips moving out from there to try and detect a weakness in his rib cage. From there the greenrider moved to prod along his midsection just in case. His spleen was in that area and it was best to be sure he didn’t have something else bruised. Satisfied Erilena let Dmitri’s shirt drop and spoke in the same gentle tone. “Nothing’s broken. I think they’re just bruised, there is a slight chance you could have a small fracture.” Regardless bruised or fractured ribs took about three to six weeks to heal depending on severity. He was going to be laid up for a little bit. “It’s going to hurt to breathe but you’re going to have to take a few deep breaths every hour to keep fluid from building up around your lungs.” Otherwise it was likely he’d get pneumonia and that was the last thing anyone wanted.
“I’m going to wrap them for a little bit to help with the pain and give you something for the swelling.” The greenrider finished before standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Dmitri would be alright and that was a relief but the question still remained. Just what the heck had happened? It was clear that her weyrmate had gotten hurt and obvious who was responsible, which obviously did not make Erilena happy at all, but why? Turning back to L’nu her tone and expression again hardened. “You want to tell me exactly why you thought beating on my weyrmate was a good idea?” Oh yes. Not happy at all.
